I opened my eyes feeling sore, but well-rested. The room was dark, I was lying in bed but had no idea which part of the house I was in and what time it was. I must have drifted off after our little session yesterday. I tried to move my hands but found them still tied behind my back. Light pressure on my neck let me know that the collar was also still on. I was very thirsty and my bladder was also reminding me that I needed to take care of business.
"Hello? Alice?" I groaned, hoping that my clone would hear me.
A few moments later blinding light filled the room and my clone excitedly half-sprinted half-hopped through the door.
"Wakey, wakey rise and shine, sleepyhead!" she cooed.
"What time is it? And why am I still bound?" I asked keeping my eyes tightly shut to avoid blinding light.
"It's 9 a.m. Saturday, and I thought you might want to spend the day in bondage today. There is a lot of gear we could experiment with, and it would be nice to see how it all feels outside of a heavy session like last night," she replied, walking closer to my bed.
My eyes finally adjusted enough to recognise that I was in the small bedroom in the basement, which I had outfitted for longer sessions.
"Sounds fun, but I really need to use the bathroom."
"Oh, right, let me help you!" She assisted me out of bed and led me to the basement bathroom. It was awkward with my hands still locked behind my back, but I managed to take care of it, refusing her help.
My clone waited for me in the main basement room with a new contraption in her hands. A thick metal belt with a few D-rings attached around it, currently sporting a pair of leather handcuffs on each side, connected by only two links of chain to the belt. The handcuffs were identical to the ones I wore yesterday, made of the same leather with soft padding inside, thankfully my clone didn't plan to move to the more extreme restraints just yet.
Without freeing my hands my clone locked the belt around my waist. She awkwardly pulled my arms from my back towards the right side cuff and closed it around my hand above the old cuff. With my right hand secured she finally unlocked the cuffs from our previous session and quickly brought my left hand to the second cuff on the belt. She once again closed the cuff just above my wrist and finally tightened them both up.
I was bound, helpless, and my hands could only move a very short distance away from the belt. I pulled as much as I could, but only the tips of my fingers would barely touch.
"Time for breakfast! Tell you what, if you can free yourself in the next five minutes, I won't have to spoon-feed you. Here, you can even have the key!" She placed the key in my right hand and quickly left towards the door and up the stairs, presumably to the kitchen.
I struggled with the key doing my best to reach the hole, but I just could not do it on either side. Even with my fingers extended I was nowhere near my left cuff and the lock of my right cuff was rotated so that no matter how I curled my hand it was impossible to put the key in.
Defeated, I resigned to my fate of being spoon-fed and followed my clone up the stairs and into the kitchen. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and waffles was a welcome surprise, it looked like Alice Number Two was busy this morning.
"Take a seat!" she exclaimed cheerfully pouring two cups of coffee. "Since you are currently incapacitated. I will serve you breakfast today. I am, after all, registered as a servant clone, am I not."
I plopped down on one of the chairs by the table. I could theoretically feed myself if the food was in my hand and I brought my head all the way down towards it but it would be a pure nightmare. Alice would also have to hand me everything anyway since my fingers were barely able to reach the top of the high dining table.
Alice Number Two placed a plate of waffles and a steaming mug of coffee in front of me and sat down at the table to my right. She dug into her own plate of waffles. I shuffled awkwardly, confused why she wasn't helping me.
"Ugh. Alice?" I asked.
"What? I know we are not in a session right now, but you still need to ask me nicely to help you. I have not gagged you yet, you know," she replied, still fully occupied by her own breakfast.
"Oh, come on!" I sighed in frustration. "Will you please help me eat my food? Pretty please."
She finally turned towards me and grabbed one of the waffles from my plate. "Fine, open up, here comes the Chu-Chu train." Before bringing it up to my mouth she grabbed a bottle of whipped cream and applied a generous portion on top. This was going to get really messy.
After breakfast, I was a total wreck. My face was covered in whipped cream, she almost drowned me with coffee a couple of times, but by the end of it we were dying from laughter.
"He, he... you little piggy—time to get you clean. Go to the bathroom while I clean up here in the kitchen." She helped me up from my chair and started gathering dirty dishes. I made my way to the guest bathroom that was next to the kitchen. As I entered it I realized that I was out of luck. The sink was just high enough for me to not be able to reach the faucet and once again I was stuck.
"Alice!" I called.
"What?" came a reply from the kitchen.
"I can't turn the tap on." I am sure she knew that already and was teasing me.
"Alright, you little baby. Mommy is gonna be there in a minute."
I could hear her load the dishwasher and soon she was by my side. With her hand on the back of my neck, she pushed my face towards the sink and proceeded to thoroughly wash the remainder of the whipped cream off.
"What do you say, we go for a little walk? The weather is lovely today." She asked while rubbing my face with a towel.
"Sure, sounds good. Unlike with the basement, I didn't have enough time to do much with the yard so we can discuss some of the old and maybe even some new ideas, two brains better than one, even if it's technically the same brain." That made her giggle.
"Great, time to walk my new doggie," she said as she once again clipped a leash to my collar. This was not exactly what I had in mind, but decided to go along with it.
Walking out of the housebound and naked was not as much of a worry, because there was a hedge and a line of bushy trees between the front of the house and the road. The three other sides were surrounded by a forest with thick vegetation, separated from it by a tall fence and a hedge.
Alice Number Two stopped just outside the front door. "This would be a great place to put a bondage cross." She gestured towards the front porch. I was hoping she was joking. A cross there, while mostly hidden from the road, would still be visible to anyone driving slowly enough and paying enough attention to spot it between the branches. It would also be quite a sight for any mailman or delivery.
She tagged my leash and I followed her around the house to the backyard. There right in the middle proudly stood a giant old oak tree. That tree was a big part of why my parents bought this property in the first place. Its thick branches and leafy crown provided pleasant shade even on the hottest days of summer.
"Did you get an arborist to take a look at it?" my clone asked.
"Oh yes, he said that it was healthy and very strong. A great oak by all accounts." This tree was truly a gem of the property. I think my father must have even named it at some point, what was it? Ah, yes "Captain Mighty," he called it.
"Yesterday I saw a cage in the garage, it's not supposed to hang on the tree by any chance?" My clone asked.
"It is, I've had it made from aluminium, so it's comparatively light, and the arborist said that Captain Mighty could hold thousands of pounds on its thicker branches as long as the hanging point is not too far away from the trunk," I replied. I could already see ideas fill my clone's head.
"So why is it not up yet?" She asked with an almost hungry look in her eyes.
"Well, it's light as far as cages go, but it is still quite heavy. And no, I haven't been powerlifting while you were being made." I could tell she wasn't satisfied by my answer.
"Wait, how did you even get all of the heavy gear down to the basement? I am pretty sure there are cages made of actual steel down there as well," she asked, looking at me as if she was trying to find evidence that I was lying and that I was indeed a champion powerlifter.
"The guy that made most of the equipment recommended a contractor. He said they were discrete and specialized in that kind of thing. He said that he worked with them for years. They weren't cheap, but they did the job well." I shrugged.
"So let's call them," my clone beamed in excitement.
"It's not that easy. They are not local, and they are going to be busy for the next few weeks. The cage didn't arrive in time for them to sort it out." My clone was clearly not happy about having to wait for so long.
"Okay, then we can hang it ourselves!" she announced and, without letting me interject, pulled me toward the garage with my leash.