by Rachel Burns
Penny was chatting as she did my hair. It was being curled at the end, so the whipping could be better seen. They wanted it accented. The lashes probably made Master feel manly. Tying up a sick defenseless, half starved woman and beating her with a bullwhip was an especially manly and strong thing to do, in their world.
Women should be loved and cherish. I wasn’t. I was hated and treated like an unwanted annoying dog. I didn’t want my life to be like this. I wanted to have the power to change it.
I planned on walking out of the door this evening. I didn’t want some strange man to have sex with me again. I wanted this to be over with.
Penny tapped me on the shoulder. She was finished, and I had to get off of the chair. She tied my hands in front of me, so my back could be better seen. A leash was attached to my hands.
She walked me out to the club. I heard people laughing as they saw my back.
I hung my head and cried. My hair fell away from my back as I did that, harvesting even more laughs.
Master was sitting at a table talking with another man, who also had a slave woman with him. Penny gave him my leash and left.
I felt like a dog being returned to its owner after a walk. It wouldn’t have surprised me if he had asked her, if I had done my business.
I knelt at his feet with my hands still tied under me and held my nose to the floor like he yelled at me to do. I hovered there in that uncomfortable position.
He reached down and brushed my hair to the side. He wanted everyone to see that I had been a bad dog.
Why didn’t the police come in at night and look for me? Had he bribed them?
“Look at the other slave. See how well-behaved she is? You could learn a lot from her,” he yelled down to me.
“Yes, Master.” I looked at the naked woman on the floor across from me. Her hair was done up elegantly into a bun. A lot like the one I had the day I walked in here. She had make-up on, and her face was beautiful to begin with. She had expensive earrings in her ears and rings on her fingers.
The elegant woman had a collar on. Silver with diamonds on it. It was locked on her. She couldn’t remove it as she wished. It would have been beautiful if the meaning had been another.
Master wanted me to want one. He wanted me to strive to get one. Maybe people would ask questions if I never got one? It certainly wasn’t a goal I had.
The woman was looking back at me, too. I couldn’t read in her eyes what she was thinking. I continued to stare back at her. This position was easier to hold them the stupid nose thing. The floor wasn’t that clean, and I hated having my backside up in the air like that.
I looked around for the door. I watched the people coming in and going out. That was where I was going to go. I would run for it. I was in a, damned if you do and damned if you don’t situation. I would get beaten and raped no matter what. Maybe making a fuss would help me.
“Has your slave been acting up?” a man passing by asked Master.
“She always does.” Master gave me a hard smack to my bottom then. The smack resounded in the whole room despite the number of people talking in here. It quieted, and I felt all eyes on us.
“She refuses to learn her place.” Another smack. I laid my forehead down on the floor to protect my nose. He smacked me a couple more times. The crowd made noises, telling him that they liked what they saw and heard.
Master didn’t want to disappoint them, so he spanked on. I tried to send my mind away, but all the eyes on me embarrassed me so much.
I could hear bits and pieces of what was being said. Someone shouted, ‘Show her who the boss is’.
I heard their laughter, and I felt hate. I hated him with my whole heart.
He stopped spanking me and yanked me to my feet. He pulled my head to his mouth, so it was right by my ear. “Go table to table, and show everyone your red ass.” He gave me a shove, and I went.
My face was as red as my bottom. I went to the first table and did a turn and then to the next and next.
The age play couple was back again. They laughed at me too. “Becky, you have to learn to obey him,” the man said. He was so tall, towering over me, and his green eyes were piercing into my eyes. Because he was sitting, we were at eye level.
I rolled my eyes at him. I was about to move on when he pulled me back and gave me three swift spanks on my bottom.
I turned back to him, and glared at him before I moved on to the next table. They laughed at me too.
When I had finished a circuit of the whole room, I went back to Master. He pointed to the floor. I dropped down again.
He sat and watched the show on stage. Two men, Todd and Greg, were arresting a woman, Stacy, for prostitution.
I enjoyed them spanking her. The only problem was that she enjoyed it too. They didn’t punish like Master did. This was play.
I guessed the crowd didn’t know the difference. After a punishment, you were reduced to tears. The spankings being presented on stage was just turning Stacy on.
I laid my head to the side and fell asleep at Master’s feet. The carpet here was softer than my mattress.
I was under the sofa in Master’s office. He was taking care of business, ordering some kind of alcoholic beverages by cases. I wasn’t interested, so I turned away from him.
He hung up and called me to him. I was confused. I had already given him his morning blow job. What could he want? This couldn’t be good.
I rolled out from under the sofa and crawled over to him. I laid my hands and nose on the ground.
“Do you want a collar, Becca?” he asked.
I shook my head. What I wanted more than anything was my blanket back. He took it with him the day he gave me the last tablet.
“It’s Christmas in a couple of days. It would be a nice gift. I could give it to you at the club. Everyone would see it happen.”
I shook my head again.
He yanked me up to his chest, always by my hair or my ear. This time it was my hair. He stared in my eyes as his fist tightened in my hair. “Why don’t you want me?”
I didn’t answer.
“Shouldn’t that Stockholm thing be working here?”
“You obviously don’t know the definition. If you did, you would know why it isn’t working with us.” I answered him in a way that I knew that he would consider disrespectful. I figured he would have beaten me for rejecting the collar anyway.
He rose to his feet, walking and pulling me downstairs to the basement. This time he tied me in a sort of swing out of ropes. He caned my backside, and then he had sex with me.
I really didn’t want to get pregnant. How would the child be explained? Who would be its mother?
I was assumed dead in the meantime. Master had told me that. The police believed him that I had never showed up that day.
He left me tied up.
When he had been away for a couple of hours, Stacy came down with a knife and untied me. “You’re so stupid. Your life would improve here if you could only be a little nicer to Rick. He seems to like you despite all the shit you pull.”
She cut the rope, and I fell down on the hard cement floor. My knee was throbbing, and the rope had cut into my skin. Blood was rushing to all the limbs that had been neglected the past couple of hours.
I stood and walked away from her on wobbly feet as the feeling of thousands of needle pricks poked up and down my legs and in my fingers. She cleaned up the ropes as I went up the stairs.
I was all alone. I went to the door of the club. I quietly opened it and looked around. No one was there. I tiptoed over to the door. I was about to run out, naked as I was, in winter, when the door opened and Master came in. He was carrying an armful of presents.
Master stepped closer to me, and I stepped back. He didn’t look as mad as I thought he would, more disappointed.
Master set the presents down and grabbed me by my arm. He pulled me into his office.
“Were you trying to runaway?” He asked that like it was a real question. Like he was su
rprised that I would even consider such a thing.
“Of course, I was.” There was no point in lying to him. I wanted him to know that I hated him, and that I would never gladly be submissive to him.
He looked hurt by my words for a second. Then he moved the sofa forward a bit away from the wall. “Kneel on it facing the wall.” He removed his winter coat as he spoke.
I obeyed immediately. That he had taught me. It was worse when you didn’t.
He grabbed the back of my neck and bent me, so my backside was high, leaning on the back of the sofa. My head hardly had room between the sofa back and the wall. If I jerked when he hit me, I would hit my head on the wall.
He tied my wrists to the sofa legs in the back. He then tied my ankles to the sofa arms.
Master got something out of his cabinet. It was the cane again. He was slicing it through the air. He started hitting me with it. As quickly as he could time after time, hitting my backside and the back of my thighs. He hadn’t gagged me, and I was screaming my head off. I squeezed my bottom together as tight as I could and tried to avoid his attack, but I didn’t have a chance.
He stopped. Was it just a break or was he finished? He sat down at his desk and went about his business again as if I wasn’t there. People even came in and went. He asked Todd to send Stacy in.
She gasped when she saw me.
“You untied her?” Master asked her.
“Yes, as you asked me to do.”
“What happened after you untied her?” I could hear him walking around her. He was probably circling her. He did that with me too. It made me feel like a small piece of prey. Whereas, he was the falcon that would swoop down to kill his prey, me.
“She went upstairs to the kitchen.” She sounded like she was asking a question.
“Not quite. She tried to walk out of the front door. Get undressed.”
I listened to hear if she would do it. She could simply walk out of here. Maybe she wouldn’t come back tomorrow. She had an apartment that she went to, when she had a couple of days off. She went to the dentist and shopping and all of those normal things.
I heard her; she was really doing what he told her to do. He was going to punish her harder than he had punished Melanie for burning me.
“Lean over my desk, and if your hands come back, we will start over.” He whipped her the same way he had me. He caned her quickly. It was so much harder to take that way.
“Remove your hands, so we can start over.” He said it so calmly that a chill went down my spine. I tried to think of all the mean things she had done to me. My knee was still throbbing from when I fell to the floor. I tried to concentrate on that, but the truth was I felt sorry for her.
She was bawling and begging him not to hurt her.
“Please stop. I won’t try to runaway again, if you just stop right now. I’ll take what you want to give her. Just stop, please.” I was sobbing because that bitch was getting hit, because of me.
A voice in my head was scolding me for being so stupid. It said ‘She wouldn’t do the same for you’. No one had ever come to my rescue, and no one ever would. I was so stupid that it was paining my heart.
“Stacy, get dressed and leave us.” He sounded excited. He would really give it to me now. I had interfered, spoken without permission and everything. I was shaking in fear.
“You promised. Is your word any good?”
“It is.”
“I’ll test you on that.” He thrashed me even harder than before. I was bleeding again.
Would that stop him? He wouldn’t want my blood anywhere around here in case the police came back.
I cried out again. I hoped Stacy would at least be a little nicer to me in the future.
I passed out, always a treat. Ignorance is truly bliss.
I woke on my mattress. Master was cooking something. I was surprised that he knew how.
Master was really the type of man who believed that men were more important than women. He really thought of them as second class. He sat at the table with his food.
“Come here, Becca. I want to put my feet up.”
Ass, I thought. I crawled over to him. He had shoes on. The hard leather soles would dig into my back. I was glad that he was leaving my caned bottom alone, for now.
“You’re going to do the schoolgirl sketch tonight. Don’t disappoint me. The crowd likes you. What odd little clever thing will you say tonight, I wonder. Keep in mind you promised not to runaway. So watch what you say, or Stacy will get caned again. She is depending on you.” He moved his feet off of me and got up. “My washing has piled up. Take care of it.” He left. I cleaned up his mess and ate what had burnt on to the pan. I was so hungry. I went to get his laundry. I was amazed at how much my body could put up with and still stay alive.
I leaned against the wall while I waited for the wash machine to finish. I was rocking again. It was a sign of craziness. Neglected children did that. I was neglected in some ways, and I wished I were neglected in other ways.
I started to sing to myself. I had lived all by myself and sang all day back at home. I had had such I nice house, hidden in the woods.
I was a loner. I liked it that way. I didn’t want anyone else telling me what to do. I was right too. If I hadn’t listened to my publisher, I would have never walked in through these doors, into my prison.
I was a prisoner, but I had committed no crime. This was so unfair.
I was hitting my head against the wall. Each time a little harder. I was still singing a sad song.
Master’s hand was in between my head and the wall now. I stopped singing and fumed because he was bugging me again. Didn’t he have anything else to do, like order more rope?
“Becca, what am I going to do with you?” He really sounded worried.
I focused on him, which was difficult for me. “You could sell me,” I suggested.
“You would rather go to some unknown man who would do god only knows what with you than stay with me?” He sounded perplexed.
I shrugged my shoulders and hit my head against the wall until he stopped me.
He brought me back into the kitchen to my mattress.
Chapter 7 – Accepting Presents From Strangers
Collin slipped into his suit jacket. He looked in the mirror to make sure he looked good before he left the house. Tonight he had plans to see Stephanie, who was very aggressive in bed. Unfortunately, she wasn't submissive elsewhere. The perfect balance didn't exist.
He got into his Porsche and drove to his new fling’s apartment. Stephanie was a good match for him, but Collin knew that Stephanie was more interested in his money than in him. Which was sad because if it had been the other way around, she could have had both.
Collin was using Stephanie as a date too. He wanted to go to the club, but he didn’t want to go alone, not on Christmas Eve. He would keep his eyes open for the next Mrs. Right, but he didn’t want to walk in the door of the club alone this evening.
He went to Stephanie’s door and rang the bell. She was in medical school and lived with a couple other people. A young woman opened the door. She stood tall as she looked him up and down. She smiled, “Please say that you’re here to see me.”
“Sorry. I’m here to pick up Stephanie.” He smiled at her.
She slouched. “All the good men are either in a relationship or gay. Stephanie, your date is here.”
Stephanie came out and kissed Collin on the cheek. Collin laid his arm around her. “Don’t wait up,” he teased.
Collin opened the door for his treasure and drove off to the club. The valet took his car and wished him a Merry Christmas by his first name. Stephanie was impressed.
They went in together. Collin had his arm around Stephanie again. He led her to one of his favorite tables near the stage. They were a little late, and the first show would be starting soon.
A waitress showed up and took their order. It was Stacy.
Collin noticed her backside and laughed at her. “What did you do? Rob a
bank?”
“No, I almost lost something that’s important to Rick.” She hurried to get their drinks.
“Rick is the owner here.” Collin clarified for Stephanie.
The curtains were opening. “Speak of the devil. That’s Rick.”
They heard a knock.
“Come in,” Rick called out.
Collin’s heart beat a little faster when he saw Becky come in. His hand went to his jacket pocket. He had brought her a little gift. He was glad that she was out here tonight. Rick was mostly greedy with her. He kept her hidden away.
Becky was dressed as a schoolgirl again. “Excuse me, Headmaster, but I’ve been sent to see you.” She had stressed the ‘master’ part of headmaster. That got a little laugh from the crowd. She had handed him a letter, which he pretended to read.
“Becca, it says here that your teacher thinks you plagiarized a paper. Is that true?”
“No, I didn’t.” Becky looked surprised that she would be accused of something like that. She was so cute. As always, she looked innocent. Collin smiled at her again. She was even wringing her hands.
“Can you prove that you wrote the paper yourself?”
“No, but you know I’m very good at writing things.” She glared at him. She looked mad now.
“Certainly, but that doesn’t mean that even you couldn’t slip up.” Rick leaned down as he smiled mischievously at her.
“Give me some paper and pencil, and I’ll gladly rewrite it right now, thus proving my innocence. I’ll be quick about it.” She smiled back. “Just tell me what theme you would like.”
“You wrote a paper, and you can’t remember the theme? Becca, this isn’t looking very good for you at all. I want to believe you, truly I do, but the evidence against you, is overwhelming.”
Little Becky looked like she would cry. “It’s just that – You see – I started it right away when it got assigned. That was so long ago that I forgot. I’ve written several others since then. If you would tell me which one it was, I could rewrite it in a jiffy. We could pass it around. The crowd could decide for themselves if I cheated.” She looked hopefully up at her master.