Thank you all so much for reading Aunt's Roommate. It seems to me that everyone thoroughly enjoyed my fantasy! Here's the second part of my fantasy. I hope you enjoy it as much as the first part! If you haven't read Aunt's Roommate, you might want to read that story first to understand the characters, and what's going on.
I remained bound and gagged on the floor of Hilary's house until my aunt came to get me. I managed to fall asleep for awhile, but it wasn't very long.
The next morning, my aunt rang the doorbell, and came in. Even though it was summer, she was wearing a full length fur coat, leather pants, and combat boots.
"Alright. Get him untied, let him go to the bathroom, and get him ready for the car ride."
I was untied, but the gag was left in. I went to the bathroom, and took care of that. I came back out to the living room, where everyone was waiting for me.
"Why didn't you tell me you enjoyed fur so much?" My aunt asked me.
"It never really came up."
"Regardless of whether or not Hanna is into fur, you will be trained as a fur slave. It comes in handy when trying to sell him," she looked at Hanna when she said this.
"I could get used to having a furry little slave around," She laughed at me.
"Alright. Your last choice as a free person. You get to either ride tied up and gagged in the trunk, or you will be tied up and gagged in a cage in the backseat. Your choice."
I looked at Hanna, and said, "What does my mistress prefer?"
"The trunk," She crossed her arms. "Make sure he's tied tight, too."
"You can be sure of that," My aunt said. She was being really stern with me. I was loving it. My hands were tied behind my back, each wrist tied to the opposite elbow. She made sure that the rope was tight and that it dug into my skin. She then wrapped rope around my shoulders to keep my arms secure.
"Do you think he needs a gag?" My aunt asked Hanna.
"Well, he'll be in the trunk for the next hour, so I think he can go without one."
"Oh, how excited I am for these next few weeks, Taylor. After all those years of hiding my secret dungeon from you, you're now going to be living in it. I hope you're ready for this."
"I am," I said.
"First rule. You speak only when given permission. Your punishment for talking without permission is a gag."
A ball gag was shoved in my mouth, and strapped tight.
"I think you'll find, Taylor," my aunt pushed me to my knees and grabbed my hair, "that I'm not going to be as nice as I was when we were playing the little tie up game that started all of this. Now that I know how submissive you are, you'll do whatever I tell you. I want to make sure that within a week, Hanna has a good little pet that will do whatever she wants."
When we didn't go into my aunt's house. Instead, we went to a barn she had in her backyard. The door had a numbered lock in it, and I was taken into the building. It was lined with ten cells on each wall, and on the far end, there was a staircase. She took me down the staircase, and we were met with another door. She punched in another combination of numbers, and I was forced into a large room, with a bed, a rack of fur coats, a wall of whips, chains, coils of rope, collars, and leashes. Another wall had shackles hanging down from it.
"This is the building where you will be spending all of your time. You won't leave here until we go to Hanna's."
She pushed me back up the stairs.
"I'm going to lock you in a cage for the night. Hope you enjoy it."
She pushed me into one of the cages, and locked me in it. She kept the key on a ring that she kept in her pocket.
Thus began my training into slavehood.
To be continued.