Feeling Minnesota Pt.3 (One Year Later)

It was shortly after Thanksgiving when the first big storm hit Minnesota, ushering in winter before the official first day of the new season. Shorter days, colder nights, and a long way from the next time there would be green grass.

Becky finished putting away the last of the dishes from the dishwasher and shut the cupboard. She sighed from behind the ball-gag in her mouth as she eyed the red circle drawn on the calendar. The long chain leash connected to the sturdy collar around her neck rattled as she walked to the fridge. Her ankles were restrained by steel cuffs and chains, giving her limited mobility around the kitchen and dining room. Cuffs were also around her wrists and connected to the belt with d-rings around her waist. They had just enough slack to reach around her surroundings - not that it mattered since all her cuffs, and even the buckle on the back of her gag were locked tight by padlocks big and small.

Her eyes glazed over the red circle on December 5th - it read, ‘Krampus Party 2015!” in inked letters. She felt like crying when she thought about the year before when her friends had decided to keep her against her will. They had never mentioned why since they kidnapped her, but she gathered that the cops had come and gone when she had been kept at Jackie’s house in a dog cage for a few weeks. These days she was kept naked and chained all day in the kitchen area. The boys had dug up small holes around the house and cemented in thick steel poles, reinforced by steel bolts to ensure a tight fit to the ground. Each pole had multiple o-rings bolted up and down the pole to control her movements and posture as she did various household duties. Instead of attending ComicCon and other similar events with her boyfriend last year, she instead had been chained up here, cleaning dishes, vacuuming floors, and being forced to serve food and beers to her three new roommates.

Bedtime meant she spent the night chained to the bed with one of her captors for long nights of struggle-cuddles. They took turns on which room she was sleeping in until their small art studio in the basement was redone with a holding cell. Metal fencing and the same cemented poles kept her cage walls immobile. She slept every night since on a large dog bed in her rent free basement room, shackled and leashed to the cement wall. Two of the guys started dating girls since last year as well, and on those nights that their girlfriends stayed over, she found herself hogtied in her cell to prevent excessive cage kicking.

Shower and bathroom time was made possible by thick o-rings bolted to key locations around the bathroom. Allowing her former friends to keep her restrained, but still allowing her to do her duties and bathe herself. Escape seemed impossible to Becky, due to the fact that all 3 guys had different work schedules - ensuring that someone was always home. On top of that, any tasks such as food prep, shaving, and anything else involving items that could be used as a weapon were always supervised. If she wasn’t ball-gagged, then her mouth was covered by large amounts of tape.

Her first week of captivity a year ago was much more simplistic in terms of bondage. She had been tied up in zip ties, duct tape, and rope. As the days went on, her guy pals ordered some more actual bondage gear from the internet. Soon she was spending days with ball-gags on, nights in a bondage masks, and every waking moment in chains.  Becky looked down at the list of chores in front of her. Tonight she was to begin preparing the massive amount of food for the party she had visited for the year prior. She never would've attended if she had knew it meant never being able to leave. She thought about how her boyfriend must have loved the ‘fake’ bondage pictures they had taken as a prank, at least until she never called or texted him back and missed her flight.

All she could do was her tasks as their house slave. She grabbed a fresh towel to scrub the counter tops with and let her eyes wander back to the red circle on the calendar. The falling snow outside the window caught her gaze as well, prompting another gagged sigh. She wondered if she would ever step foot outside the house again as she sucked on her ball-gag, hoping still that someone would find her.