by Rachel Burns
A man came up behind me and started to fondle my backside. I tried to sidestep him.
“She isn’t all that friendly, is she?” His hands were still on me, touching my backside.
“No, she still needs lots of punishments,” Master answered him. “Perhaps, you would care to take her upstairs to one of the rooms and punish her for me?” He held out my leash to the man, who was old and graying.
“I’ll take her off your hands for a while, Rick.” He pulled on the chains, making my nipples pulled forward. One day, someone would go too far, and they would rip off. More tears sprang to my eyes as the stranger led me away. I had never been in one of the rooms upstairs. I was only allowed in the kitchen and the bathroom up there.
He paid for the room and pulled me in, none too gently. He looked me over and pulled on the chain some more while he stared at my breasts.
Then he let go of my chain and pushed me to the end of the bed. He stood behind me caressing me roughly again.
He untied my hands, and then he tied them to the bedposts. My arms were stretched to their maximum.
Now that I couldn’t get away he would beat me. I even heard screams coming from another room. At least, I wasn’t the only one who was going to get beaten tonight.
“I think forty lashes should put you in your place again slave. Do you agree with that?” He sounded like a school principal or something.
I meekly nodded, “Yes, sir.”
He pushed my hair to the side. “We don’t want anything softening the blows, now do we?”
“No, sir.”
He stepped back, and I heard a belt cut through the air. I was getting really good and guessing what was about to hit me by the sound that it made as it slashed through the air. It landed square across my back.
He was very strong for an old guy. The lash had made my body tense up and pushed me forward. “Count them,” he demanded.
“One,” I stammered out. “Two, three, four, five.” Five had made me jump a little. The belt had landed right over my sore kidneys. I was always so cold.
“Six, seven, eight nine, ten.” I got the point; the numbers dividable with five would be extra hard. I hung my head and sniffled. Master always said ‘Let them hear you cry. That’s why they are here’.”
“Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.” I braced myself for fifteen, but it still sent me flying forward.
“Fifteen,” I said sadly. I wasn’t even half way done. “Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen.” I screamed out twenty as it landed, having already formed the word on my lips. Half way, I repeated over and over in my head.
He traded sides. He wanted me to be belted on three sides. That would make it hard to sleep tonight, but then maybe I would have a soft blanket to cover me. I pretended my blanket was blue and soft and so very warm. I pictured myself rolled up into a little ball, so I fit completely on my mattress.
I called out the right numbers at the right time, only really waking up for every fifth one. He finished, and I had missed most of it. I was proud of myself somehow. I was getting better and better at doing that.
He untied my hands and turned me around. He smiled at the tears in my eyes. “Are you going to still try to avoid me touching you?”
I shook my head.
He pushed me down on the bed and tied me the way he wanted me. He opened his pants. I didn’t fight him. It would have been pointless anyway.
He washed himself in the adjoining bathroom while he left me lay. When he was finished, he untied me and stood me up, tying me up the way I was before. He pulled the leash, and I followed him back down the stairs and into the club. He brought me back to master who gave me a quick once over as he took the leash.
I kept my head hung. I felt a cold breeze. I peeked around for the door. I would go out of it naked and screaming. Would it be worth ripping my nipples off?
Master finished his conversation and slowly walked back to his office. I was cold and shaking as always. He unhooked me from the leash and then from the nipple clamps. “It goes without saying that you clearly weren’t good enough to earn a blanket.”
I broke down in sobs at his feet. I begged him for a blanket until he kicked me aside. “Crawl up to bed.”
I sobbed as I crawled to the door, reaching up to open it. I crawled out and closed it again. I crawled up the steps and went into the kitchen.
The whole room stank like a public bathroom. The smell was coming from my mattress. Someone had peed on it. Someone had peed on the only thing I had.
I figured that it was Todd, wanting revenge for what I had done on stage.
I bawled in the corner of the room until someone came in to see what was wrong. It was Greg. He was the strongest of all the men. He smelt the smell right away. “You peed on your mattress? How sick are you?” He pulled me up by my hair and laid me over the table.
“It wasn’t me. I wouldn’t do that,” I told him.
He picked up a spatula and went at me machine gun style until, I guessed, he was bored with hurting me. “Clean everything up. This is so disgusting. You pig.” He left, slamming the door behind him.
I stood up, still shaking. The only part of me that was warm was my backside.
I picked up the stinky mattress and took it to the shower room. I got it all wet. Then I went back to get the dish soap and a scrubbing brush from the kitchen. I scrubbed for over an hour before I deemed that it wouldn’t get any cleaner than it was at the moment.
I cleaned up the kitchen and made some bread to get the smell out, or at least to cover it up.
Master came in with Greg. Master looked especially mad.
I hung my head and spoke without permission. That was something I wasn’t allowed to do, but I figured I was going to get beaten either way. “Someone peed in my bed. It honestly wasn’t me.”
Master yanked my hair, so I was looking at him. My breathing was coming in so heavy. I was petrified of him. “Get me a cane, Greg,” he said.
The heat of the oven had helped warm me up a little, but now I was shaking again. Master hated me, and I hated him too. I would take what he would dish out, but it wouldn’t change anything.
It made him happy to hurt me. He wanted me to like being hit, but I didn’t.
The cane was in his hand, and I didn’t remember it getting there. He bent me over the table too. One of the chair backs was poking into my stomach. He beat me, for God only knows what reason, and I shut off my mind.
This was something that he usually felt. That was when he made me count. He didn’t tonight.
He stopped and yanked me up by my hair. “Go get the mattress I was kind enough to give you, and go to bed.” He pulled out a key and unlocked the small window. Cold November wind and rain flew in.
I left to get my wet mattress. It dripped over the floor as I carried it to the kitchen.
Master was sitting on one of the chairs. “I want some buttered bread.”
I laid my mattress down before I cut him some bread. The warm bread collapsed together. The knives I had to work with weren’t really sharp. I buttered his bread and brought it to him. I knelt down on the floor next to his chair. I laid my hands to the right and left of my face and made sure the tip of my nose touched the ground. He lifted his feet and laid them on me like I was a footstool.
He ate quietly and slowly. I listened, so I could hear if he threw something down for me to eat. He didn’t. It was four in the morning in the meantime, and I couldn’t even remember the last time I had gotten anything to eat. I tried not to cry, but I couldn’t stop the tears.
He got up and left.
I cleaned up his plate and debated cutting a slice of bread for myself to eat. I stared at it for a while, but I was pretty sure I would get caught if I did. I always got caught.
It was so cold in here. I went to my mattress and poked it. Where my finger touched it, little puddles formed. I couldn’t sleep there, and I couldn’t sleep anywhere else. I wasn’t allowed to sit on the chairs. Every time I had forgotten, I
had gotten caught.
I crawled onto my cold wet mattress and felt water pooling all around me. It even puddled in my ear. The cold air, coming in from the window also made me shiver.
I cried myself to sleep, but it took hours because the painful shivering wouldn’t stop.
Chapter 5 – Never Lie To Your Master
Master yanked me out of bed by my hair. He was running as he went down the stairs. He continued down to the basement. That never meant anything good for me.
I was sobbing as he ran. He was probably still mad about my mattress.
He tied me up to several boards that made an odd wall, first my wrists and then my ankles.
“I’ll teach you never to lie to me again.”
“I didn’t lie. It really wasn’t me.” I didn’t have any hope that he wouldn’t punish me, but I felt a need to defend myself. Besides, I had spoken without permission. That meant he would punish me no matter what.
“Really, you didn’t lie when you told me that you arrived here in a taxi?”
All of my muscles tensed. He had asked on the third or fourth day if I had a car parked around here somewhere. I had lied hoping the police would find the unattended car and trace it back to me.
I wanted the police to know that I had gone in here, and that I still hadn’t come out. They knew now, but he had been able to send them away.
That car had been my last bit of hope.
He whipped me. I think it was a real live bullwhip. I screamed louder than I ever had before. That was saying something because I had really built up my tolerance.
I felt blood running down my back. This was going to scar me for life. The next one landed and more blood was moving down my back.
I prayed that he would kill me and get it over with. Then I prayed if he stopped too soon that the wounds would get infected and kill me then. I was certain; he wouldn’t call in a doctor. He wouldn’t let me go out to see one either.
There was the question about my dead body. How would he get rid of it? I imagined several possibilities while he whipped on.
I wasn’t able to stand anymore. My wrists were taking my entire body weight, which wasn’t much anymore, but more than too much for my wrists.
He stopped. I was a little surprised that he would. He chopped my hands free with an ax. I cried watching him. Thinking he would chop off my hands. He let me fall to the floor with my ankles still tied.
I was so sad because I still hadn’t passed out. I had to concentrate like before, and then I could go away again. I envisioned him carrying my body out and shoving it into a trunk, my only escape.
“Hello, Todd. How are you?” Collin asked the man, sitting at the bar at ten in the morning.
“I’m good, Collin. And you?” Todd was always especially nice to Collin because he knew that he was a very good customer, and he knew that he was rich. He immediately thought of ways how he could get at Collin’s money. If he were a woman he would throw himself at him.
“I’m good. Diana forgot her scarf here last night. She has been fussing about it ever since. I thought I’d fetch it and save my ears her bitching.”
Todd laughed. Collin was so rich that he could have had his driver fetch the cheap scarf, but he stood here personally. Todd had to wonder if the thought had even crossed his mind. Collin didn’t flaunt his fortune.
They heard a scream.
“What was that?” Collin asked.
“Becca probably tried to runaway again,” Todd shrugged his shoulders.
“What do you mean runaway? Isn’t she here of her own free will?” He spoke with such authority that Todd stammered a little.
“I don’t know what kind of games they play, but the running away one seems to be their favorite.”
Collin could tell that Todd was lying to him. He didn’t know what to do about it though.
He sat down and waited for the bartender to get Diana’s scarf. Collin heard Becky out scream two more times.
Collin talked to Todd a bit longer to make sure that Becky was okay. He hadn’t heard anything for over ten minutes, so he left, deciding that he would come back again tonight to see if she was all right.
I woke up still attached to the wall. I tried to move to untie my feet, but I was so weak and sore. I had to go to the bathroom badly, but I had to sleep even more. I laid my head back down.
I was waking up again. I really had to go to the bathroom now. I forced myself up to sitting. It was so cold down here. I untied my foot and tried to remember if there was a bathroom down here. I couldn’t think clearly at all. I stumbled around, and then someone picked me up.
The next time I woke up, I was on my mattress. It was still wet. My entire body hurt. I wanted to get up and get showered, but I didn’t think I had the energy for something like that. I knew I couldn’t stay where I was, but I couldn’t move away either. It was dark outside. Master would be at his stupid club. Now was the perfect time to take a warm shower. Maybe I should go into one of the bedrooms and steal some soap.
They had a woman watching the rooms. You had to pay for them, and I couldn’t.
I settled on a warm shower. It would hurt my back, but it would be good for the rest of me.
If I were back at home, I would have called for a doctor. My kidneys hurt, my throat was so sore, my head was pounding, especially my ears, which were ringing too. I was sure I had a bladder infection.
I crawled out of the kitchen, because I couldn’t have walked anyway. It was warmer out in the hall. I took a break to lie on the rug before I crawled on again.
The woman sighed at me. I worried that she would call someone to get me out of the way.
I was in front of the bathroom when I heard voices coming. I pulled myself up on the doorframe, and then I leaned against it, so no one could see my back.
“I don’t want to see what the nasty rooms are like. Let’s go back down and have another drink,” a woman’s voice was whining.
“Becky?”
I looked up. It was the age-play couple who were here yesterday. I didn’t say anything. I only looked at them.
“Yes. Well, good evening, Becky,” the man said.
I nodded and stared back into his eyes. I wanted to ask him for help, but I had to be certain that he wouldn’t tattle on me. The woman, who watched the rooms, was right there too. She would tattle. She had never spoken to me, but she looked at me like I was an insect. The woman was older and had gray hair. She only came in at night.
They went into a room, closed and locked the door.
I turned and went into the bathroom. I turned the water as hot as it went and lay down in the shower.
Master was slapping me as I sat in the shower on the beige tiled floor. “Wake up, Becca. Wake up!”
I tried to push away from him. I was so afraid of what he would do to me now that I peed.
He looked down at the puddle under me. His mouth fell open.
I looked away from him and waited for him to hit me again. I was bracing myself. His hand went to my forehead. He showered me off and picked me up wet. He laid me on my wet mattress, and then he brought me a blanket. I was shaking uncontrollably. It was just so cold.
I fell asleep again.
I woke in a bed. I was a little afraid that I had sleepwalked here. I didn’t want that. No more punishments.
I looked around a little. I could hear snoring. I turned to see who it was. Master was sleeping in bed next to me. The shaking was starting in again. I was so cold despite of the blankets.
It woke Master. He looked at me shivering.
I said nothing. I was so afraid of him. I had never woken him before, but I guessed it would make him very mad. The shivering simply wouldn’t stop.
Master got up, dressed and left. He was probably getting something to hit me with.
Master came back with a man about half an hour later. The man was a doctor. He talked to me, but I couldn’t understand him.
I pointed to my ear with one shaking finger. The doctor looked me over. M
aster told him that I had peed blood before. Master’s deep voice I could understand.
The shaking wouldn’t stop.
The doctor wanted me to go to the hospital. Master said, no, quite plainly.
I shook on. It was such a shame. This was my chance to sleep in a real bed, and I was too sick to notice it.
The doctor wrote out a prescription and gave it to Master. The doctor left then and Master took off too.
I tried to sleep, but the shaking had become very painful. It wouldn’t stop.
Master came back and got my medicine out of the box. He moved me up to sitting and put the tablet in my mouth. He then held up a glass to my lips.
My teeth chattered against it, but I drank it, greedily.
I drank the whole glass, and then he laid me down again. He watched me shiver, and then he left.
Eventually, I fell asleep again.
Chapter 6 – She Wouldn’t Have Done It For Me
Penny sat me down in one of the soft velvet chairs that they had in the dressing room. Master had declared me healed.
I could hardly hear. People had to shout at me if they wanted something from me. Their shouts were usually accompanied by several smacks.
Master had shoved me back on the mattress in the kitchen a few hours after he gave me the first of my medicine.
I still wasn’t even half way finished with it. I hoped I would get to take the rest of it.
He brought me my tablets three times a day and watched me take them.
Once I begged him not too, pleading that he should let me die. He had forced the tablet down then and given me a beating.
Now that I was feeling a little better, I wanted to be able to hear again.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My left cheek was a little green yet, from all the slaps. Greg was left-handed, so my right cheek also had telltale signs of me being hit too. I would probably never be able to look in the mirror and see the old me again.