My chattel Taken out of the Box to Suffer

After a night confined in the black box without sustenance, my chattel stirs at the sound of my heels. Though he knows punishment awaits, relief washes over him as I retrieve him—secured in a humbler by his balls, hands bound behind his back. The electric zapper delivers sharp reminders of his place, jolting his cock, balls, and ass into submission. Forced to crawl beside my throne, he listens as I outline his fate. The isolation has softened his resistance, leaving him eager to accept every demand I impose.