After the morning lecture, Mistress Yvette changed my bondage. I kept the same cuffs, ankle-irons and collar, but she added a locking metal belt around my waist. She locked my wrists together, this time in front of my body, but if I entertained any hope that this would be a milder regime, it was soon dashed. A very long, thick and heavy chain was locked to my collar, threaded through the padlock joining my wrists, through a ring on the front of the belt, then through the rings on each ankle iron, and back up the same way to my collar, forming a loop. To attach the final padlock she made me stand upright, to get the length correct, and I noticed that she struggled to pull the chain up from floor level, and I immediately sagged under the weight of metal. It was also very cold against my skin at first, and quite rough, as if made from crudely hammered iron. She was very satisfied with the result, and kissed me passionately as I stood there, my legs braced to keep myself upright. 'You're in sirik now', she said, and it looks great on you. It's a form of restraint that allows you to move anything by restricting the movement of everything else, if you see what I mean. Have a walk around the room, and feel free to explore the other bedrooms, to get used to the feel of it.'

I found that 'the feel of it' was an acquired taste. It was possible to shuffle slowly without any great effort, but to take longer strides meant freeing some chain, pushing my wrists right down to the belt and bending over to reduce my total height. The bending came naturally because of the great weight of iron, but the result was a plodding, laborious gait with lots of grinding and rattling of metal. It still felt cold when it touched my skin, and I was not at all sure that it would ever warm up to my body temperature, despite the heating in the house. I felt unsteady; afraid that the chain would topple me over, but that never happened. I scraped and clanked my way out of the bedroom onto the landing, and visited the other three bedrooms, finding that one had a small en suite and one had a door with very high quality locks, and bars on the window, but none were furnished unusually. There were no racks or pillories and, as far as I could tell without searching all the furniture, no collection of whips. There was a 'family bathroom' that was even bigger and more luxurious than the one in Yvette's chambre, and a steep staircase leading up to an attic floor. I could not possibly have attempted that. My last discovery was a small study with a desk and a laptop, with just enough room for a single pallet bed. That did have a pair of handcuffs hanging from one end, so I could imagine my predecessor anchored there, waiting for the mistress to do a few hours' work. I also noticed that all the rooms had televisions, mostly large ones. She had not watched anything with me so far, so presumably there were treats still to come. I rather liked the idea of watching porn with her hands roving all over my body.

I was a little reluctant to bring my solo excursion to an end, but the struggle with the chain was tiring me so I headed back towards the main bedroom, only to meet Yvette as she emerged onto the landing. 'I meant a few experimental steps', she grumbled. 'I thought you'd decided to go shopping in Shrewsbury. Come in here.'

She wanted to massage me, and she spent the rest of the morning doing that, with me lying on the bed, first prone for her to work on my back, and then turned over. It was all very pleasant, and at first very restful, but when I was supine it became very erotic. After ten minutes on my breasts, I was almost ready to cum, the drugs already turning them into erogenous zones. Whether I could have climaxed remained a mystery, because she stopped suddenly and put a clothes peg on each of my nipples. They didn't hurt quite as much as I expected, but I felt them pinching as she moved down to massage the area around my public mound. 'Nice pussy lips', I heard her murmur, as if talking to herself. 'Not too prominent but still well-defined enough to take thick rings. We can probably fit them with a built-in chastity closure.'