Josh had killed Allie..again.

She would never get better at this game. It didn’t matter what character she played, she all the time died in the most brutal methods. Tonight alone she had to watch her character cut in half, melted in acid, heart kicked out of her, and eyeballs ripped out of her head. Maybe it was because she had to play from inside the kennel with her wrist cuffs locked together, or maybe it was because she didn’t care about the game the way Josh did, and was never gonna.

She had been in Tucson for two months now. Josh used to put her away early when he wanted to play video games after dinner, but beginning about two weeks ago, he started dragging her kennel into the living room while he played. It was just a few nights ago that he handed her a controller and taught her how to play. She said no at first, but he said he had already decided for her, and those were magic words to her. She had to do it. She should never be in control.

After the last ten years of not knowing where her next meal would come from or how she was gonna survive, she was finally in a stable place, physically, emotionally, and mentally. Not that her situation wasn’t crazy, but crazy or not, it worked for her. Josh made every decision for her. He fed her. She didn’t have to work. She didn’t have to socialize. She didn’t even have to worry about what to wear, when to wake up, how to reach sexual fulfillment, or forgetting to do something. Josh kept her completely and perfectly.

She handed him the controller and told him she couldn’t go on any more. Josh turned off the game and the tv and caressed her cheek through the bars. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have found someone with a kink that was so complimentary to his fetishes. Ever since he saw his first shackled maiden bondage porn video as a teen, he knew that he so wanted to own someone like that. Sure he knew the videos were just fantasy, but he also figured if he could have it for real, he would try.

He touched the steel collar around her neck and pulled on one of its four attached d-rings.

He wondered back a month to how excited Allie had been when he opened the UPS delivery box with her new shiny restraints. He pulled out the collar and the wrist and ankle cuffs. Each three quarter inch thick metal reflective ring came in its own velvet bag, and she couldn’t wait to get them on. She had helped him pick them out from several models. These ones were simple hinged stainless steel rings, all five of them, sized to fit her measurements. All the rings had d-rings as part of their design so they could be attached to things.

She had been nude as all the time, and this night, she was standing with ankles, wrists and waist all secured to a large padded wooden cross leaning on the wall of her room in a spread eagle position.

He used the small included hex key to unlock each of the rings. He opened them at the hinge turning them from O’s into two attached C’s. He took the collar first and walked up to her. He rubbed her breasts, belly and then her vagina, caressing her clitoris with his thumb as he slid three fingers inside her eliciting a welcome moan. He looked into her eyes as he started rubbing, but not enough for her to reach an orgasm.

Then he pulled his hand out, stuck the fingers in her mouth to let her lick them clean. He slid the ring around her neck and snapped it shut. He took the hex key and spun it until it was tight as it would go. He grabbed a pair of pliers and got it to go about a quarter turn more. Then removed the key.

“You’re sure?” he asked her.

“Very much so,” she answered. “Forever.”

“Okay then,” he said. “We’re doing this.”

He took an electric drill with a carbide drill bit with almost the same diameter as the hex key. He had read about how to do this on a BDSM site and actually was anxious to try it. With one hand he held her collar as tight as he could, which was difficult because it was so tight around her neck that he could only get three fingers in, and even that choked her some. Then he drilled the hole that the hex key just came out of and watched the thinnest splinters of stainless steel fall to the floor. He put the drill down then stuck the hex key in and tried to unlock the collar, but the key just spun.

“Done,” he said. “I honestly have no idea how that comes off you now, at least not with your head still attached.”

“Why would I want it off,” she replied. “You said you could keep me forever, and I am holding you to your promise.”

One at a time, he removed the leather restraints holding her wrists and ankles to the cross and replaced them with stainless steel rings. Using the same method as with the collar, he made them all relatively permanent. He then removed the belt that was the last thing holding her to the cross.

He told her to lay face down on the floor and once there, he forced her right knee under her and her right arm back and attached her wrist to her ankle using the new cuffs. He did the same on her left side. He brought over a two foot long stainless steel bar and spread her ankles and attached them to the ends.

He could no longer withstand her on her knees with her inviting ass sticking up in the air like this. He grabbed her hips and lifted them as high as he could then ran his tongue up and down her vulva, perineum, and then anus, forcing it past her sphincter and well inside her.

This is a new first, Allie had wondered to herself, and for just a second she was feeling a bit embarrassed. Then she realized that Josh had seen the worst of her, washed every part of her, cleaned out her cage, and even had to put up with her vomiting on him when he tried to make her swallow that huge dildo. If he wanted a little shit on his tongue, he knew what he was doing, and she would just enjoy the attention and the awesome sensation. It was as she was just wishing she could touch herself, that he reached for the vibrator and pressed it against her clit. Her mind exploded in ecstasy, and her body was right behind. She almost couldn’t control herself, he was driving her so crazy. She ended up literally screaming.

Josh was loving the reaction he was getting but he was getting very hard now and had to do something about it. He pulled his tongue out of her, and slapped her behind as hard as she could, making her yelp in pain, which made him even harder. He got up on his knees, lifted her up some, shoved his penis deep into her vagina. He pumped into her with an uncontrollable rhythm and found himself caressing her back, down to the crack of her butt. Then he reached down and shoved his thumb into her anus. As his sadistic horny sex crazed mind was in charge now, he felt the need to pull up with his thumb and tear her aside.

Allie now screamed so loud that they both were sure that the padding on the wall of this room would not keep anyone outside from hearing them. Tears sprang to her eyes as she painfully and joyfully climaxed in a torrent of mind numbing waves. She actually wanted his thumb out of her and thought if she should say something, but chose not to.

Josh yelled too as he came as hard as he ever had before. Immediately, the sadistic impulses he had seconds ago were gone. He pulled both his penis and his thumb out of her. He was still breathing heavily, and crawled up to her head where he kissed her on her ear.

“What was that?” she asked aching and panting.

“I don’t know,” he answered, also panting. “I think it’s the permanency of the new restraints. I truly have wanted to own someone I could use for sex since I reached puberty. These make me feel for the first time like I really do. I mean I did before, but deep inside me, I realized it could end at any time for any reason. Hell, if an hour ago, you had said you wanted out, I might have let you go. Now, though, I feel you are truly mine, forever. I can’t ever let you go. I think the Mr. Hyde part of me realized that and needed to truly hurt you, to break my toy, just because it was mine and I could. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Allie replied. “I mean your thumb was hurting me like hell, and it still hurts, but you know that except for this I have nothing, I feel nothing. We talk sometimes like we are a couple but we are not. I know you see how emotionally numb I am almost all of the time. And I love when you change that by fucking or even hurting me. I have always wanted to feel more. But, if ever given the choice to do so, it seems I, too, have another person inside me that comes out and makes me reject those opportunities. I love the new restraints, not so much as a kink, although they are that for both of us, but as a constant reminder that my other person will never again have a say in the matter. “

In the month since that night, their dynamic changed. Prior to the installation of the new restraints, Josh had been harboring dreams of turning Allie into a girlfriend. Now that he saw her for what she was, he thought what he was thinking. Except for this overriding kink, they had nothing in common. Superficially, she had neither the looks or body type that he normally gravitated toward. She lacked so many things. She couldn’t flirt, she couldn’t hold a decent conversation, she wasn’t very worldly or bright, she clearly has never cared about her diet, appearance or hygiene, and she never seemed to care about him specifically. She never asked about how his day went, what he liked, his family, his hobbies. And, exactly like she told him would happen when they first decided to do this, she never tried to please him, unless it was a means to fulfill her basic needs.

But she was all the time there and all the time ready for whatever he wanted. He literally could do anything he desired to her and she pretty much would just take it. Honestly she was all a sadistic maniac wanted. What more could he need? Well obviously, he needed more because tomorrow he was taking Maria from work and her 8 year old son on a date to the zoo.

Maria’s husband, a cop, died when he was shot on routine traffic stop on I-19 about three years ago. She had just started dating again, and a few months before Josh met Allie, the two of them spent a couple of weekends together. Worried about ruining it with his crazy needs, he broke it off but they stayed friends. She saw a couple of other cops from the department, but obviously she was still thinking about Josh, because out of the blue she invited him. Josh got along well with her son Conner. They were into a lot of the same video games.

Still holding Allie by her collar with his left hand, he started caressing her face with his right. Then aroused by her hardening nipples, he slapped her cheek with his palm.

“I think I need to use you again before bedtime,” he told her.

He got up from his chair, put the game controllers back on the tv stand, opened the cage door and led her out by a wrist. He pushed her face down on the living room carpet and began groping her pussy from between her legs. She rose on her knees to meet his touch and he pushed her back down. He stood up and brushed everything, including his laptop, onto the floor with a few swipes of his hand, and told her to lay down on the solid brown wooden craftsman-style table.

Allie got up off the floor and then sat on the table and lay on her back. He grabbed her and flipped her over, moving her down so that her knees were on the floor. He then grabbed the wrist cuffs and using some thick zip ties, pulled her arms over her head and tied them to the far corners of the table. Then using more zip ties, he secured her thighs to the two closer legs.

She panicked a little when she felt him shove his thumb deep into her ass. Tears involuntarily formed in her eyes and she moaned, but quietly as she didn’t want him to stop. Josh hadn’t done that since that first night of the permanent restraints, and she thought if he again had some reason to make her hurt. He pulled the thumb out, reached around and forced it in her mouth.

“Suck it clean,” he said. She realized that his Mr. Hyde had come out again and tried to challenge it.

“No,” she mumbled as best able, knowing it would make him mad.

“Okay,” he responded, “I can’t ask you, but I can make you.”

He reached into a drawer in the table and pulled out a metal ring on a strap, a ring gag that he had just bought online a couple of days ago and was dying to use. He positioned the ring behind her teeth with his right hand as he tightly pulled back on the leather straps with his left. He buckled it a bit too tight, evidenced by the wrinkles on her face below her ears. She moaned, and that excited him.

He went back and roughly shoved the same thumb in her rear, and this time he really hurt her. Josh was not using lubrication and his thumb rubbed the tender skin raw both as it went in, and when he pulled it back out. He then stuck the thumb in her mouth, and rubbed it on her tongue all around her lips.

He went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of whisky and a small glass. He poured some of the whisky in the glass and swallowed it down.

“You are not my slave,” he told her. “You don’t have to follow my orders if you don’t want to. I’m actually good with that. But you are my toy. If my toy doesn’t work right, I try to take it apart and fix it. I so much want to take you apart, but that would be messy, so for tonight I’ll restrict it to taking your mind apart.”

Sensing what he might do, Allie started shaking her head no.

He didn’t know why he was being so cruel. He remembered her telling him she had been sober for years, one of the few things she seemed to be proud of. But tonight he would push her off that wagon.

He yanked her head back so that her eyes faced the ceiling and poured a shot’s worth of liquor through the ring gag. She was shaking violently. Allie knew she would eventually succumb, but did not want to do this. She tried to keep her throat closed, but Josh was massaging it. The whisky felt cool in her mouth and she found her resistance fading. Eventually she choked the alcohol down. It either took effect immediately, or she psychosomatically started feeling light headed.

He drank another shot, and poured another into her. She choked as it burned going down her into her stomach. One more drink for him, one more shot for her. He let go of her hair and she rested her head sideways on the table. The room was blurry, she needed to cough but the ring gag made it weird for her when she did so.

He let her lay there for a bit while he cleaned up the living room. He went over to her, looked her in the eyes, and asked her if she was properly drunk yet. She answered with a moan. He removed the ring gag, and using scissors, cut all of the zip ties, pulled off his shorts and shirt and sat on the couch.

“Come here and make love to me,” he told her, expecting another definite no.

But to his surprise, she crawled over to him and started giving him a blow job. It was the first non-restrained act of real affection she had shown him. She pulled her hair back so he could watch her guide him into her mouth, slowly caressing the top and bottom of his penis with her lips. She wrapped her tongue around his shaft and started pumping her head back and forth. Soon he was pumping with her and just as he was about to cum, she pulled away.

“This will be better, I think,” she said in a bit of a slur.

She spread her legs and climbed on his lap. Reaching behind her, she guided him into her vagina, and then leaned on him, kissing him, reaching her tongue between his lips and teeth. She started rocking on him, and her arms embraced his shoulders as she moved up and down on him.

They were both drunk, her more than him, but they realized this was something different. They looked into each other’s glassy eyes, and her head started to numbly swoon. She lowered her lips to his neck and started nibbling on his skin and rubbing her cheek on his stubble. She then leaned back and grasped the back of the couch behind him. She started pumping faster and faster and moaning. She rocked forward so she could feel him against her clit. Finally he shot into her with a very loud grunt. She smiled as she slowed down, then eventually stopped, pulled off of him and turned around and sat on the couch next to him.

“Did you cum?” he asked her.

“Of course not,” she said. “I don’t think I can do it without restraint.

“I hate you, you know, Josh. I know you are trying to make me love you. And it’s easy to think that what I just did was love, but it wasn’t. Yes, you lowered my emotional inhibitions with the alcohol, and that made me want to give you what you want. I tried, but I couldn’t. Even when drunk, I am still me. What we did was so artificial. But you decided for me, so I had to trust you.”

She paused a second, fighting through the haze in her brain to form coherent thoughts, then continued.

“One drink, one hit, or one needle. That’s what they taught us in rehab. That’s all it takes to become an addict again. If that’s what you are wanting, I will then have to be that. But it’s not what I want. This fog you have put me in ruins what we have. Without clarity, I again feel nothing. The only consolation this time is that I am not the one who made a bad decision and messed up my life.”

Wow, that killed the mood, Josh thought to himself. Maybe he had messed up. Had he destroyed this awesome, weird, beautiful, crazy relationship they had established? He hoped not, because what they had was the greatest two months he had ever experienced. He was sad now. Maybe just whiskey sad, maybe for real.

“I think it’s time you put me away for the night,” she said.

Josh felt as if he had been scolded and maybe it was her that was running this show and not him.

“You want the cage, the bag, the dog run, or the box tonight,” he asked her.

“I don’t care, just do what you want,” she said, still a bit upset.

“Let me ask it this way then,” he answered. “Where are you the least comfortable?”

Allie had to think hard about her answer. Not for the truth, but for what he would do with the answer. They were not in a good place. She didn’t know if he wanted her to say something specific or what was going on with him. She was too drunk to play these games, so she defaulted to honesty.

“You know it’s my box,” she said with a bit of a shudder.

Knowing that she was most content when he treated her the worst, he told her that it would be the box then.

A bit of excitement fought its way through her drunkenness. The box was so bad, but it was so good for her. She closed her eyes and convinced her addled brain to remember the day, a few weeks ago, that she spent on the back patio when he built it for her.

He had come home with four large sheets of thick plywood. He had taken one of the sheets off the dolly, tossed it on the ground, and laid her on her back on top of it. He then took metal straps, bent them over her ankles and drove screws through the band and into the plywood. He did the same with her legs just above her knees. Then he pulled a band across her neck, fitted it to her so it was just snug enough and screwed it down. He placed one on her chest just under her breasts. Then he brought her hands up so that her wrists were even with her neck and screwed them down to the board, using more metal bands.

Then he crawled all around her and used a laser measuring tape to make what seemed like hundreds of measurements. She had an inkling of what was coming but was very curious. She tilted her head up and around to try to see what he was writing down on his notebook of drawings. He all the time made it a point to brush her skin when he was close enough. She loved her immobility and even when he touched non-sensitive areas like her elbows or her shoulders, she was still aroused. When he was finished measuring, he left her there and went into the shed.

Eventually, even though she was in the shade, she was getting a bit too warm. Josh realized that it would be dangerous to leave her out there unattended so he unscrewed all of the screws and led her into her air conditioned room and into her cage which he padlocked after slapping her bottom.