"Good morning LOVER!" came the voice, the screen still unclear.
"Who is this? Look, I will pay whatever ransom you want, you just have to let me go" Steve desperately pleaded with the faceless voice on the TV. The voice, obviously female, sounded vaguely familiar but Steve's mind was racing so fast he could not concentrate.
"Come on over and sit down in front of the TV sweetie so I can get a GOOD LOOK at you" the voice commanded.
Realising he had no choice and accepting the fact that whoever owned the voice was obviously the one in charge, he reluctantly sat in the chair but covered himself with his hands, shamefully aware of his nudity (well semi-nudity if you count the cage).
"No no baby, let me see ALL of you. Now spread those legs nice and wide, let's see how you look in your new uniform."
Steve blushed, both out of embarrassment but also out of anger. He knew better than to mouth off, as he was certain he was in the clutches of some kind of sick psycho so, he sat in the chair and reluctantly spread his legs, letting it all hang out. He tried hard to look nonchalant, but obviously he was not successful.
"Oh Stevie, why so mad?" The voice playfully cooed. "You look so unhappy, and look at little Stevie, he looks very cramped too. Turn that frown upside down sweetcheeks."
Steve said nothing but finally the TV picture came on and his captor was revealed.
"GLORIA!" he screamed when he saw her face. "What are you doing to me?"
"Miss me baby?" Gloria laughed.
Steve, now terrified by knowing he was imprisoned by a former conquest, tried his best to put on his charming face.
"Well Stevie, things are a going to be a lot different for you now. I think your love them and leave them days are over. "
"Come on Gloria, Jokes over!" Steve yelled at the screen. "You can't really think you can keep me here forever do you? People eventually will come looking for me and I am sure you don't want to go to prison, so look, just let me go and we will just forget the whole thing."
Gloria laughed long and deep and the way she laughed really worried him.
"Steve, you don't really know who I am do you?" When he said he didn't, Gloria explained who she was and even better who her father was.
The look on his face as he realised he had fucked the Don's daughter was a classic and Gloria made sure she took a screenshot of it to keep as a remembrance.
"Listen Steve, I don't want to cut you off short here, but you REALLY won't be missed. My dad has friends that are very good at making people disappear, and you my dear have been THOROUGHLY disappeared. After a few months no one will really look for you anymore. But cheer up, things aren't too bad now are they? I am sure you will like living your new beachcomber lifestyle."
Steve gulped hard when she said months and he was rapidly beginning to panic, his hand reflexively fondling the lock on his chastity cage.
"Ah, and now we come right to the point. I am sure little Stevie is wondering when (or if) he will ever get out again. Well it is all up to BIG Stevie. Now as I am sure you have noticed, there are cameras all over this house as well as the rest of the island. They are on a private satellite channel that only has ONE viewer, he he, ME! I must admit Steve, you are one hunk of good looking man-meat, even if you are (or should I say WERE) a total player. Well, all that spunk that is building up in your balls, all those raging hormones and desperation to spew your seed all over everything with a skirt will now have only one outlet, servicing my needs. And if I were you Stevie, I would make sure my needs are serviced well."
Steve knew he was trapped, so he did not argue. He figured it best to go along with whatever this crazy woman said until he could find an opportunity to escape, which hopefully would be soon. Silently he nodded his head.
Gloria then explained what her expectations were. As he was constantly monitored by video, his options for escape were pretty limited and any attempt would be detected and severely punished.
On the other hand, if he was good, and did as he was instructed each day, she promised to come visit him on the weekends. This island it turns out had been in her possession for quite some time and is extremely secluded, being approximately 90 miles off the east coast of Florida, and because of its size, it did not appear on any of the standard maps.