Hello you naughty girls and boys.
Christopher has finally been released from the table. Not only that, but he has had a hot shower; with just a small interruption. Now he is ready to face the day. Could his punishment finally be over?
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As he stepped out of the shower and began to dry himself he heard Helga from just outside the doorway.
"Now you clean floor. And clean pillow. That your pillow now and you pay for it."
Well he had made the mess so it was no surprise he would be the one to clean up. He wasn't quite sure what she meant by paying for it, whether that's why he had to wash it or if he was going to have to reimburse the business for it. Maybe it was both.
He finished drying off and looked for his clothes so he could get started. He knew better than to waste time. He was also curious and concerned about what would be expected once he finished cleaning. But right now he was having trouble locating his pants.
"Helga, where are my clothes."
"No clothes now. Maybe some clothes later. Enough talk. Clean."
So that was the next hurdle for Christopher. He was going to have to work naked. Sure he had been naked while locked in the table. But that was inconsequential then. Now he was out of the table and would be walking around the salon, but he wasn't to be dressed in anyway. He felt more exposed.
Perhaps this was another measure Helga was using to keep him from running away. But then her actions during his shower suggested she might be keeping him nude out of her own perverse pleasure at seeing his uncovered body. But if he couldn't find his clothes, he couldn't really get dressed.
He tried to think about where she may have hid them as he went to get a mop bucket. The more he thought about possible locations the more he realized his clothes could be anywhere, and if he had to search the place top to bottom it could take quite a long time, even he wasn't being watched or had to sneak around.
As he made his way back to the room with the mop bucket, shuffling steps as his ankles were still cuffed, he also wondered about what Helga was doing. This morning since his shower was the first time since she came to him last night that he had really been out of her sight. She really wasn't watching him closely.
Christopher carefully picked up the pillow from under the table and took it to the washing machines. He heard Helga along the way but he didn't actually run into her. As he sprayed the pillow with a stain fighter, having doubts about how effective it would be against a urine stain, he considered his options for exiting the building.
He was sure the place was locked up tight, but wouldn't he still be able to exit the fire door? Surely that one couldn't be locked to the inside, even after hours, for safety concerns. But of course if he tried that, he would certainly be raising an alarm.
That would surely get Helga's attention and no doubt she would come after him, but if she was in another part of the salon he would have a head start. And maybe the alarm would help him as she might need to shut that off rather than explain herself to the fire department.
But as part of his mind considered these options and his route of escape, another part was wondering if it could really be that easy. Helga wasn't standing over him, true; but he was naked and shackled which shouldn't be taken lightly. Also if she was confident enough to not stand over him, what other assurances might she have in store.
He shuffled his way back to the room and began mopping up the tile floor. But as he cleaned he was still considering his options. And then he thought of something else which put a knot in his stomach.
What if this was all some wicked test? What if she was just waiting for him to bolt so she could capture him anew and give him another round of punishments and lessons? He had already suffered so much at Helga's hands.
If he was going to run he really wanted to find at least some clothes to put on. Being naked could be both blessing and curse as far as any escape went. He could surely get some attention by running around in the nude, but he didn't need that humiliation added to what he had already been through. And being nude could scare off potential rescuers and create misunderstandings he would have to sort out.
And unless he hoped to get a short distance and hide until it was 'safe'; an unlikely prospect with Helga on the hunt; then he also needed to find a way out of these ankle cuffs, either getting them unlocked or removed by some other means. That wasn't going to be easy.
And then there was another problem. The new problem that now hung between his legs. He had been caged and she had means to shock his balls. He might be able to be out of range of any remote if he was fast enough and she had to locate it. But even if he could avoid the painful shocks to his tender balls, he would still need to find a way to remove the cage from around his privates.
As he bent over mopping the floor he took a closer look at the device. Not only was it very secure, but he could find no obvious lock or way in which it was meant to be removed. And due to the delicate nature of what was locked within, he had to be careful with any tampering. Just the mere thought of bolt cutters scared him when his mind flashed an image of possible mishap.
As he finished cleaning and emptied the mop bucket he came to a rather depressing decision. While he was still interested in finding an escape, his moment was not now. He had to consider how to get the device off of him as well as free himself from any shackles or cuffs. Clothing was less important right now, although that thought reminded him of how naked he now was.
So without any meaningful options, he made his was, naked and shuffling, to find Helga and let her know he was finished cleaning. He tried not to think too much about what she may have in store for him next.
He found Helga coming down the hallway a short distance from her office. She was fully dressed except for being barefoot, and her hair was once again in its usual twin buns configuration. She seemed almost cheerful. But then why shouldn't she be, as she had been toying with Christopher since yesterday receiving no small dose of sexual satisfaction.
"You finished cleaning?"
"Yes it's clean now. The pillow is in the washing machine."
"Good. Now you wear this."
He had noticed she was carrying something in her hand as she walked toward him, but now she held it out and he could see what it was. It was a ball gag; simple and classic in design although the ball itself was black and not the bright red of early days. He knew what it was but he had never really been into all the whips and chains and had never actually worn one.
"I'd rather not."
He said it mildly enough, letting her know he didn't like the idea, but it was still something of a bold move considering he didn't have many options here. He was a little surprised by her response; it wasn't so much a warning or rebuke as it was a negotiation.
"Wear this, I free ankles."
He still wasn't fond of the idea of wearing the gag, but he would have a lot more freedom, of movement at least, if his ankles weren't cuffed together. He didn't have a ready escape plan but having his legs and feet free felt worth the inconvenience of the gag.
"Okay, but I've never worn one of these before."
"Easy. Open mouth."
Clearly she had less trepidation about the gag than he did. With little else to do, Christopher opened his mouth and readied himself to receive the gag. Helga stepped forward and pushed the rubber or perhaps silicone ball into his mouth.
It felt much larger than it looked and it filled his mouth completely. Then she spun him around and began to cinch the straps behind his head. Soon it wasn't just the strain of the ball filling his mouth, but also the tightness of the straps at the sides and back of his head securing it in place.
Then he also heard a clicking sound. He hadn't thought about the possibility beforehand, but now he was quite sure she had just locked it onto his head. Nothing much he could do about that now.
"Lie back. Legs up."
Well it sounded like she was going to remove the ankle cuffs. It also sounded as though she couldn't be bothered to bend over or squat down to do it. It was a little annoying but it wasn't too difficult to sit down in the hall, roll onto his back, and lift his legs in the air.
She soon grabbed at the cuffs and in short order she had them undone and his ankles were free. He sat in the hallway rubbing his ankles for several seconds before standing up. His arms and legs were now free. Of course his cock was securely locked away and he was now wearing a ball gag; not to mention he was naked.
"Follow me."
He didn't know what Helga had planned for next, but he was low on options. He followed her down the hall. He couldn't explain why, but he found himself looking at her large swaying ass as he followed her. He now knew what it looked like bare. He knew what her entire body looked like bare.
As he followed her large, round ass it appeared she was headed for the back door. She stopped by the washroom and he felt it was ridiculous for her to check up on whether he was cleaning the pillow. But that wasn't why she stopped. She grabbed a jacket and tossed it at him.
"Put on jacket."
First the ankle cuffs being removed, and now she was giving him some clothing to wear. And they were near the back exit. He couldn't truly hope for release but he was very curious as to what Helga was up to. Still he was glad to put on the jacket.
She stopped at the back door. She even had the key at the ready. Then she looked directly at him and spoke.
"This demonstration. You listen. You obey. Running bad for you."
