I decided to be safe, and not tie my chest, or secure my hands behind the post in case I needed more wiggle room to get free. So I tossed the fourth c...oil over towards my bag.Next came the ball gag. A simple one, only two straps. But never the less, effective. I popped it in my mouth. The problem I have with this ball gag is the wholes aren't exactly right. One hole is makes the gag too tight (or maybe I'm just being a wimp about it) while the other makes it a bit too lose. Not that I can get it. I didn’t let myself be pulled too hard, and found my phone. I turned off my alarm with three minutes to spare.“When do your classes start?” I asked.“8:30.” She shrugged. “I can get there in five minutes, though.”“OK.” I grinned and pushed her into the shower. “I might not be fully recovered for a morning go yet.”“Oh.” She pouted. Then her eyes lit up. “But I am. You could...” Her lower lip was captured and released from her teeth repeatedly. “You could help me out, though? Please?”“Can’t say no. That was months ago. I don’t know exactly how long ago. It didn’t seem to serve any purpose in counting the days after a while. Maybe a year ago. I don’t know. A year of my life wasted, living naked in chains in a metal box. Never released. Never seeing my captor. Never hearing any noise, or seeing anything except for my dull prison. Never having any form of contact, any form of mental relief from my constant imprisonment. Always aware of my pointless existence as owned property,. There was a f****y that were members there and the mom was a stunning MILF fuck fantasy for me. Protecting her real name, I will just refer to the now GILF as ‘Kat’. Kat always wore a very long dress but nine times out of ten, she wore a low cut top along with her dress to church. There were times that I would walk into the kitchen during potluck and she would bend over to take food out of the oven and I would see her big voluptuous Double D breasts cleavage and part of her bra as she bent.