«Soo… What should I torture you with today?»

The metal thing around my waist squeezes it so tightly that I can barely breathe. The nose hook makes breathing even harder. I have to concentrate to breathe with this thing in. He likes to leave me like this, so I can barely breathe while he’s away. I can’t even turn my head because of the huge metal collar. My nipples hurt a lot, because they are attached to the heavy bucket, which also presses on my legs. I sit quietly, trying my best to not even flinch, so as not to anger the owner. I understand that what he asked was a rhetorical question. Every tool in this bucket will be used to make me suffer. Now he will probably light a cigarette, as he always does, and then put it out on me. And this will be just the beginning of his daily routine. I am so tired…

He pulls my nose by the nose hook, presses his balls to my face and asks: «Soo… What should I torture you with today?»

And every time he makes me mumble a response through the gag. My words come out unintelligible, so he completely covers my nose,waiting for me to apologise. He makes me feel guilty for suffocating and that I can’t speak properly…