I awaken well slept and content. Checking the bed quickly, you have already gone. I sigh, not knowing when I'll see you again. I roll out of the bed and wince slightly as my marker tugs with an unusual amount of weight. I find that the chain is still connected to my marker.

"Hmm I guess I'm not going far this morning." I whisper to myself.

I follow the end of the chain and confirm that the far end is still locked securely to the bed. It is. I pull on the chain with all my strength, but its going no where. I gather up the loose chain and slowly feed it out as I head towards the bathroom. I find that if I'm careful, I can reach anywhere in the bathroom. I clean myself, and make myself presentable for the day.

I move back to the bed and sit. I'm lonely. Where are you? Surely you would know I'd be awake by now. I glance over to the crib in the corner, and a tear swells to my eye. I miss my bed. I think of how embarrassing it is, but it was mine. It was given to me by Mistress, and taken away by some wizard I can only assume. Somehow a poor little slaves crib is not on their priority fixing list, but I miss it none the less. Looking around, I figure I can make it to most places in the room, so I decide to start to clean the room. I carefully dust each article taking great pains to make sure that the room is perfect for your return. I move to the closet and start to pull out some clothes for the day. Then I remember. No clothes for a week. A slight sniffle expels from me.

"This is going to be a very long week." I sigh.

I start to think my list of party people is going to be very short. I hope I do not offend anybody by offering sexual favors to them, and put some thought into how I can carefully approach this. I decide to beg for leniency later, should I be able to catch you in a good mood.

I hear activity in the house, but can't quite make out what it is. I stretch my chain as far as I can, but still can't quite see down the hall. I sob slightly. The activity seems to move upstairs. I can no longer hear it. I always amazes me how soundproof this place is.

I sit back on the bed again, and play with my marker. I look at the chain. So small. You would think that one could break it, but it has amazing strength. I look at the ring pierced within me. The tissue around the ring has healed and become somewhat hardened. I would deduce that even if the ring was removed, it would still leave the hole. I tug at the chain slightly and it brings a slight tingle to me. I start to get wet, and rub myself playfully.

Suddenly I look up. Quite to my startle, there you are. Standing at the doorway. I gasp! What do I say, what do I do? I feel like such a little girl, being caught masturbating. I've never been told not to masturbate, so I think I'm safe. I drop off the bed and get as close to you as my chain will allow, and kneel in front of you. I wince as the chain is taunt from the post on the bed. I wiggle closer to make it even more taunt. I want to be as close to you as possible. You are just out of my reach. I moan in frustration. Somehow I think you did this on purpose. Internally, I curse the chain holding me back from my Mistress.

"Having fun little one?"

"Yes Mistress" is all I can say I can feel the blood rush to my cheeks as I blush. I seem to spend my entire slave life blushing.

"Are you making yourself wet?"

As I start to respond, images of being bound in the bathtub rush into my head. How that torment lasted forever. Uncontrollable orgasm, after orgasm. My pussy involuntarily starts to throb. I feel myself falling forward, and strain to fall back. I would surly rip my marker from my body if I feel forward. I start to blackout. Waves of pleasure begin to overwhelm me. My body shivers and quakes as it releases its internal juices. I moan in passion, grinding my hips together. I have orgasmed once again. Then just as suddenly as it started, it stops. I look up to see a smile on your face. I regain my composure and kneel once again. I move as close to you as possible.

You move over to me, and pat me gently on the head. I moan as your careful to still stay out of my reach. From somewhere I cannot see, you pull out a set of handcuffs. Soon I find my hands cuffed behind my back. I moan as I run my fingers down your leg. You reach down behind me again, and tighten the cuffs. I feel them collapse into my wrists so tightly, I cannot even move them side to side without pain. I moan again.

"Thank you Mistress" I whisper.

With a smile on your face you move directly in front on me again. I pull at the cuffs in frustration as you are now close enough to touch and my hands are taken from me. I only exceed in causing pain to my wrists. I hear you laugh, as you relish in my frustration. I can only kneel there and blush. You know how to control my body so well. I'm helpless.

You move directly up on me. I think your going to want me to pleasure you, but instead, you grab my pacifier, and insert it into your pajama slit. I inhale your now very familiar wet juices. You grind on the pacifier for some five minutes. I'm so embarrassed. How could I ever get myself into a position to be treated this way? You remove the pacifier and I immediately open my mouth wide. I know this routine. You shove the pacifier into my mouth. Im always surprised as to how big it feels in my mouth. I suck the juices from the pacifier, and settle my tongue under it. You move around behind me, and pull the slack from the neck chain. I feel some clasp reattaching the chain behind my neck. Im sure its some simple little clasp, but I have no way reaching it with my cuffed hands. You move back in front of it.

I feel you calling upon the force. The look of concentration is very familiar.

Then I hear and feel the words. "Do: spit it."

My body acts against me. My tongue pushes against the soft plastic intruder in my mouth but it will not give. My jaws stretch farther than I ever thought they could trying to expel the pacifier from my mouth. The chain holds tight. You have obviously locked the pacifier into my mouth. I start to get extremely wet as my lack of control becomes more and more apparent. I fall to the floor and rub my face against the floor, doing anything to remove the intruder from my mouth. I hear you laugh which only adds to my embarrassment. My cuffed wrists try to reach for the clasp up my back. I do not even come close, but my shoulders and wrists scream in protest. My body is wracked in pain trying to obey a command that it cannot. I find myself getting more and more hot with the lack of control over my actions. I hear your laughter move to the rift of Sith. It must be time for your morning tribute.

As your gone I grind my hips into the floor hoping for any little bit of stimulation. My hands trapped uselessly behind my back. I'm so helpless. Thought of your sacrifice to Sith rush to my mind. Is this my sacrifice to Sith? Has the dark one came to finally take my soul? I remember the pleasure and pain that you went through. How this is so similar right now. My arms and jaw scream in further protest.

The force. I concentrate on the well being of the force. I feel the force ease through me and my pain start to subside. I am at one with the pleasure and the pain. Am I falling under Sith? How can I stop the pain? How can I increase the pleasure. I reach through the force to feel for you. I cannot. I can never reach through the rift. I focus the pain through my body. I begin to use the force to redirect the pain. I feel my labia start to quiver. I feel my clit become hypersensitive. How can this be. I use the pain to create a great orgasm. My body shudders uncontrollably as I shudder on the floor. I have no idea how much time passed, but I feel as if I orgasmed for hours.

Finally, at peace, I open my eyes and look up. I see your face and a pleasant smile.

"Congratulations little one. You have learn control."

A smile comes to my face, even around the pacifier. Using the force, you gently lift me up, and set me in the open crib. I moan in protest as I do not like this crib. My protest goes unanswered. The chain is removed from my marker and put away. The lid to the crib is closed and locked. I curl my legs up, as this crib isnt as comfortable or as long as my own.

"Rest little one, You deserve it. I'll come for you later."

Slowly, I drift off to sleep.