Dating App Victim

Currently my arms are starting to lose any feeling they once had. Steel manacles around each wrist are connected to thick chains which are themselves anchored to bolts in the ceiling of the room I am in; more about that later. The chains are pulling my arms painfully taught above my head.

More manacles are around my ankles and the chains from those are secured to bolts in the concrete floor.

Around my neck is what can best be described as a dog collar, although no collar for a dog I have ever seen as it has a steel band around it that I have been told makes it impossible to cut through. Also no dog collar is secured with a padlock; but the one around my neck is. The collar itself must be 3 inches wide made of thick black leather and as well as the steel band there are steel studs on the inside digging into my neck, making it painful to move my head.

This isn’t the only steel band I am wearing. The other one is around my scrotum and from it a tiny chain is stretching my balls down to the floor.

The fact that I can see my balls probably tells you I am currently naked and that is true.

Equally you are probably wondering why I don’t call out for someone to release me. There are two answers to that question.

The first is because I can’t, due to a rather large pear shaped rubber gag which is held in my mouth by a leather strap around my head.

The second reason is because the only people in the place, wherever I am, are the twins and as they put me here it is highly unlikely they would release me just because I asked nicely. Believe me I tried that right at the start and it got me nowhere.

I haven’t mentioned that there is a drain in the floor between my feet that serves a purpose whenever I need the toilet as clearly I can’t use a physical toilet at the moment.