Waking in the morning you were a bit fuzzy and believed that the events of yesterday might have been a nightmare, though as your eyes opened and you saw the grimy walls and ceiling of your cell you knew that you hadn’t merely dreamed the ordeals of yesterday but were in truth a prisoner, My slave.
In the dog dishes were stone cold coffee, only the temperature preventing it from being just as you liked it and three egg McMuffins. There was another of those damned notes taped to the saddle. The headdress was sitting on top of the saddle. There were also three lengths of chain and several padlocks. Two of the chains were about a foot and a half long, the other was longer.
“slave,” the note read, “you will eat breakfast and then prepare yourself fort todays tasks. First saddle yourself then put on the headdress. The headdress is to be buckled tightly and you are to use the blindfold and panel. Once that is done lock one of the shorter lengths of chain to your wrist cuffs, the other to your ankle cuffs. The last chain is to be locked center of the other chains. Remember to obey your orders as written and in the order specified. Once you are ready the door will unlock and the collar will guide you to your destination, where the next part of the task will be preformed.”