I woke to the sound of thunder…



There was a moment of disorientation again as I struggled and twisted, wondering what was happening. You would think after so much bondage and waking up in the cramped confines of my makeshift cell that I would be used to the feeling by now. Then too, did one ever get used to constant torture? You endured I supposed, but I wondered if when this was all over if I would be scarred or changed for life.



I tried to relax, squirming to get as comfortable on my still smelling mattress as best as I could. I folded my bound legs a bit more and leaned back against the wall, wiggling to a position that did not hurt my arms pinned behind me. Finally I simply slumped and closed my eyes again.



I could hear the thunder regular. Apparently the humidity was finally breaking, and a major storm was washing the oppressive weather out to sea at last. I could hear the rain pattering against the windows in the laundry room beyond and light flashed beneath the door to herald another rumbling boom.



I woke again to the sound of the lock on my door being opened, light and shadow flitting through the crack in the base. I tried to blink away the sleep as the door swung open with a rusty creak and I saw Christine again, ready to start me on another day of drudgery. She smiled down at me happily.



“Morning, Carla, she cooed as she stepped inside and grabbed me roughly by the arm, dragging me from my cell to splay me face down on the floor. Slept well I see, she continued as she squatted in the tiny closet, dabbing at my mattress. She stood and stepped back out, closing and locking the door.



“No accidents. Good girl. She smirked and stepped across my body again and over to the closed door of the laundry room, listening for noise beyond. I didn’t hear anything as I looked up at her, watching her fine figure as she cocked a hip and leaned into the door, holding her hair from her ear. I saw right away that she was wearing those huge hoop earrings as she tilted her head. She was dressed casually though again in blue jeans and a tight black V-neck shirt with long sleeves bunched up just below her elbows and a pair of gray canvas New Balance cross trainers. She had her shirt tucked into her pants and I saw that she had on a wide pink leather belt studded with silver and draped over her round hips with her cell phone and taser clipped on. She looked hot, as usual, and I could feel my erection stirring beneath me.



I could tell right away that the room was cooler, the weather outside pleasant, though still warm. It was summer after all, but the humidity had dropped dramatically and it was even easier to breathe. Maybe it was cooler than that outside, as she seemed dressed to go out at least for a little while. My view of the outside world consisted primarily of what I could see from the basement windows, which was not much. There was a small courtyard, a walkway really with a wall that was covered with graffiti and another building beyond that. I could just see the lower windows of that building, where there was a dry cleaners, but the glass was so filthy that all I could make out were shadowy images within. It was always dim outside in the back, the area caught in the shadows of the buildings, so it was not a good judge of the weather.



Christine dropped her big shoulder bag right beside my head, snapping me back to her reality as I saw her feet right before my face. I looked up her forever-long legs to see her grinning down at me over her breasts and I moaned. She was beautiful, looking sexy and dominant all in one. I saw too that she held her scissors.



I felt her hand on my arms as she crouched down to snip away at the tape that was binding me. You’ll be cleaning upstairs today, she said as she pulled away the duct tape about my arms, shifting position then to get at my legs. Felix and Berto will be around, but they’ll be working on the boiler, so you should be fine. She shifted again, planting her knee in my back as she slid the blade of her shears beneath the tape of my gag. She hesitated.



“No problems, right? she asked, and I grunted no’, afraid to move my head. She snipped away the tape then and ripped it away, careful not to take any of my hair with it. Rub out the kinks, sweetie, she said, standing and lifting her bag to the nearest bench where she sat and crossed her legs, giving me a minute. I struggled to rise up a bit, slowly stretching as I rubbed at my wrists and ankles to get the circulation going again. Christine watched me all the while smiling and kicking her leg, which drove me crazy and she knew it. I could not believe how infatuated I had become with her after all that she had done- and was going to continue doing to me.



“I told you I might have some treats for you if you were a good girl, she said as she started digging through her bag. Well, you were, and I do. I watched as she pulled out a wide strip of pink leather dotted with little silver studs and a tiny metallic clip that was blinking with a small red LED. It looked like a miniature version of her belt, and I quickly realized that it was a dog collar, and I then understood what the little clip was. It was an electronic leash, and when hooked up with perimeter-docking stations would set up a small area to contain me within. I imagined that if I went beyond that perimeter she would know with some kind of signal. She laughed as the blood rushed from my face. She snapped her fingers and then pointed to the floor before her. I hung my head and crawled closer.



Christine leaned forward; gathering my long hair as she first removed my rope leash then draped the collar about my neck and buckled it in place. She checked the tightness with cool fingers between the leather and my throat, then satisfied produced a tiny silver padlock and snapped it into place, sealing my fate again. The leather was rough on my throat and it felt strange, but I could breathe.



“I figured it was about time to dress you up a bit, Carla, she went on pulling out a real leash after that, a pink nylon mesh one with a brighter pink leather loop at the grip. It was all very color coordinated and matched her belt as well. I simply sighed, my head drooping a bit more with each new treat as I began to realize just how trapped I was becoming. Still, I knelt there and took it. What was wrong with me?



She settled back on the bench and recrossed her legs, pointing the toe of her shoe at me as she smiled. Me and Rosa can’t watch you every minute. Down here it’s fine, but we can’t stay upstairs with you all day, so I got the idea from all that Martha Stewart stuff on TV, y’know, the ankle bracelets and all. It took me awhile to find what I wanted, but finally the Sharper Image had what I needed. I could see that you figured out the collar. I spent a lot of last night setting the beacons up around the building; at the front door and in the elevator, and there’s a mobile one upstairs already. I don’t WANT to hurt you, but I want you to know that if you stray out of the yard’, she said with a giggle, I’ll know, and you’ll get a shock. She pulled her taser off of her belt and held it up. I got the guys at Sharper Image to hook it all into this. You stray, or try to run away and this will beep, and you’ll get zapped like a mosquito in a Bug Zapper. Like this



My eyes went wide as she depressed a button on her taser with her thumb and about a zillion volts of electricity shot through my body. My throat constricted as I collapsed to the hard stone floor at her feet and convulsed. My tongue was wagging and bloated, and I could feel my whole body getting numb as the sensation raced through me over and over. Through it all I could see her leaning forward, watching me with curiosity and interest, her eyes sparkling with delight as I writhed at her feet.



Finally I collapsed as the shock ended. I was heaving, gasping for breath as I tried to clear my head. My mind was racing but fuzzy and my whole body was tingling. My muscles were useless as I sprawled there at her feet, drooling on the floor and trembling, occasionally jerking with a spasm. I felt her foot on the back of my head, pressing my face to the floor.



“Just lay there a minute. That was the fourth setting, and it goes up to ten. That’s where I’ll set it once we get upstairs, so know that you better not cross the line. I drooled, moaning affirmative. She simply held me there with her foot on my cheek waiting for me to recover.



Finally after a few minutes she stood and strolled to the sorting table across the room where she picked up my alternate uniform, which looked clean once again. Get up now, she said and I rolled back onto my hands and knees, then struggled to rise on shaking legs. She held out the dress to me.



“Carry this, and get my bag, she said with a snap of her fingers and strolled from the room after unlocking the outer door. I did as she said, snatching up her bag and shuffling after as fast as I could. My legs and arms still tingled from the shock of the taser, and by the time I caught up to her in the hallway she was standing with the elevator door open, directing me inside.



We started up into the building and I saw that she had pushed the Sixth Floor button; my own floor. I was hoping that we would reach our destination without incident, but all too soon the car jerked to a stop. Christine quickly grabbed my arm and spun me about, shoving my forehead into the corner.



“Stay! she commanded as the door rumbled open. I closed my eyes, feeling my skin burning with embarrassment as two sets of feet plodded into the car. I heard a gasp, and then a muffled snicker of amusement, whispers.



“I told you about him. Remember?”



“Morning, Christine said merrily and I heard both a man and a woman respond in kind. There was a heavy silence as the elevator churned to life again, then I heard whispering again.



“Can I ask what’s going on? I heard the woman’s voice, a familiar voice. I thought she lived on Five, cute and friendly in a too bubbly kind of way. If it WAS her, her husband was handsome and suave. They were both in their forties I thought. Maybe they would help-



“This is Carl from 6M. I caught him stealing my panties outta the dryer a couple days ago, and rather than have me call the cops on him, he agreed to let me punish him, Christine said, and I could hear the smirk in her voice. I think he likes it, though.”



There was another moment’s silence, then I heard the woman, You see? I knew someone was taking my underwear.”



Oh god…



The man snorted. Little faggot. Why’s he in a dress?”



“I have him cleaning the building, Christine answered. The cleaning woman’s uniform, all the shit work, and I lock him up at night. It’s all part of his sentence.”



“Well, you ought to find out who all he’s stolen from and give us all a chance at some pay back, the woman suggested. I know I’d love to teach the little princess here a lesson or two about respect.”



“Ha-ha, Christine laughed, That’s not a bad idea.”



Thankfully the elevator stopped. We were on Five I assumed, and I figured that I was safe as I heard the doors rumble behind me and the couple got off. Then I felt the tug of my leash and Christine followed.



“We should exchange e-mails, phone numbers and I’ll get back to you, she suggested, following the man and woman down the hall towards their apartment. It was the couple that I had suspected. The man was tall, and good looking like I said with graying hair and a full, neatly trimmed beard. The woman was my height, wearing clogs, shorts and a tank top, her long blond hair pulled back from her face with an elastic band over her brow. I saw her handing Christine two business cards and a pen.



“Write down yours, she said with a smile as her husband unlocked the door before us. His wife looked me up and down with a wicked grin and I could see the cogs in her head clicking into place as she made mental plans concerning my future servitude under her command. Christine wrote on the back of the card and handed it and the pen back, smiling as the woman read it aloud.



“Great. Looking forward to hearing from you, Chris. I can’t wait, she said as she eyed me again, biting her lip to suppress her grin.



“Nice meeting you, Carl, the man said with a laugh as he nodded at Christine and stepped into the apartment. Christine and the woman shook hands, kissed cheeks.



“Tomorrow maybe, Christine said, or the day after. Soon though. The woman nodded again and they said goodbye. Then she disappeared inside, shutting the door. Christine jerked on my leash, heading towards the stairs.



Christine pulled me into the communal bath and ordered me into the shower to wash. I quickly stripped, blushing only slightly to be seen naked by her again. Apparently I was getting used to her and her presence. She unhooked my leash, but left on the collar and the little taser box. Apparently it was waterproof. She handed me a slim pink razor again, and a bit of soap and told me to shave again after I was clean.



Christine was sitting on the drainboard waiting for me when I finally stepped out of the shower. She had her ankles crossed, swinging her legs slightly as she smoked a cigarette, watching as I dried with a coarse towel and got dressed in my clean uniform and my strapped casual ballet slippers. My hair was a tangled mess, and surprisingly she handed me a comb with a warm smile.



“You better comb that out, she said. If it gets any worse I WILL have to cut it off. She smiled, watching as I winced, easing the small pocket comb through my long hair. After a bit she started to dig through her bag again.



When I handed her back the comb she handed me a black headband to keep my hair out of my face and directed me on how to put it on. She then handed me my golden panties, dangling them before me on her outstretched finger.



“Can’t forget these, now can we?”



I blushed again, but took them, stepping into them as gracefully as I could. Finally ready I stood tall and actually smoothed my skirt and pulled my hair back out of the way. Christine chuckled, sliding down off of the drainboard, exhaling a cloud of blue smoke.



“You DO like this, she said with a knowing grin as I squirmed. I wanted to shout that I hated it, that it was degrading and vicious on her part. I had suffered enough! Instead I hung my head.



“Yes, Ma’am, I said, staring at her feet as she blew smoke into my face causing me to gag and cough. It smelled strange and foul, like the joint that she had forced upon me when this had first began. My eyes were watering when I saw the butt of her cigarette bounce on the grimy tiled floor between us. I watched as she snaked out her slim foot, crushing out the smoldering butt with the toe of her gray cross trainer and a sharp twist.



“You’ll be cleaning up here today, she said, the bathroom, then the hallway outside and you may as well start with that. She indicated the cigarette, pointing her toe at the smashed butt and smeared ash on the floor. Eat it, then lick up that mess, she commanded. I shuddered and blanched, but then simply dropped to my hands and knees as she stepped back a bit to lean against the drainboard.



I eased my head down and could smell the charred tobacco lingering in the butt mixed with the faint, foul odors ground into the floor tiles; unwashed feet and cleaner, piss and that unnamed smell that permeates all locker rooms. I licked my lips, grimacing as I stared at the smashed butt and flakes of tobacco streaking the floor in a trail of burnt ash. I could see Christine’s feet shifting at the edge of sight as I screwed my courage up and pushed down my disgust. I stuck out my tongue and snagged the butt, drawing it into my mouth. I swallowed.



It tasted horrible and I gagged but after several attempts I managed to get the foam and paper remains of the butt down my throat. I heard Christine laughing above me as I continued to gulp and gag, swallowing to get it all the way down.



“There’s plenty of water in the toilets if you need a drink to wash that down, bitch. She laughed all the harder as I moaned, tapping my head with the soft toe of her shoe. C’mon, get the rest.”



I bent low at her feet and started lapping at the ashen smear on the floor. If the butt itself was disgusting, then the sooty trail remaining was horrible beyond measure. I felt my stomach churning as I dragged my tongue across the filthy floor tiles over and over, trying my best to get up the stain in one try. I knew there was no way that I could do it again if she was not pleased the first time. It tasted foul, and I was gagging throughout but I kept going and worse I felt my cock growing again at this new degradation. I was almost pulsing when I finally settled back on my haunches and looked up expectantly.



Christine glanced down at the floor and smiled with a slight nod of approval. Good girl, she cooed, then raised her foot and held up the sole of her sneaker before my lips. Almost done.”



I sagged but leaned forward and started to lick the ash from the sole of her shoe…



Christine gave me final directions of the day’s duties before she finally left. I was to scour out the communal bath first and then start on the hallway outside: scrub the floors and walls, wipe down the light fixtures, etc. She said that either her or Rosa would be around to check on me spontaneously as she connected my leash to my collar and wrapped it several turns about my throat before hooking the loop to keep it out of the way. Finally she reminded me not to go into the stairwells or the elevator as she clicked on the electronic leash attached to my collar. I felt a slight tingle in my neck as it powered up, but that faded even as Christine ordered me to get to work and left.



The bathroom was not too dirty I found after I had started in. Apparently the Super washed it out regular, though only superficially. There was mold and mildew in the corners, the shower in spots, behind the toilets. There was a lot of grout between the floor tiles, and a lot of dust and dirt at the baseboards. By now of course I knew what to do and what was expected of me so I set to work scrubbing.



I had cleaned the sinks and toilets first, considering the latter the worst job, and then went into the shower area to wipe down the walls and scrub the floor. I was maybe forty-five minutes into the job when I heard the bathroom door swing open and I glanced up to see a man step in. Not the man from that first day- thank god- but a man none the less. I bit my lip and hung my head, trying to hide my face as I started scrubbing again.



I recognized him as a neighbor from my floor- this floor. He lived in one of the SRO’s, and I thought that he was a student at NYU, maybe a little older than I was. He was definitely taller and more masculine, and handsome I guess with his wavy brown hair and winning smile.



“Sorry, I heard him say as he walked up near the shower to get a look at me I assumed. I looked up and saw him smiling down at me. He was dressed in blue jeans and a tee shirt, with a casual collared shirt over that. I saw too that he was wearing a well-worn pair of cowboy boots as I quickly looked away again.



“Uh, listen he said hesitantly, I need to use the toilet. Maybe you want to wait outside a moment?”



“Yes, sir.”



I stood, still trying not to meet his face, but as I walked past I felt his hand wrap around my arm. He stopped me short easily in his firm grip and spun me about. He stared at me curiously, and when our eyes finally locked I saw the spark of recognition.



“I know you. 6-M!”



I licked me lips, nodding. He still held a tight grip on my arm with one hand as he reached out and fingered my dress with the other. What the fuck is this? he asked, pulling out the hem of the skirt to look at my legs. Shaved too, he said and grabbed my chin forcing my head up. What are you playin at?”



“I- I started, my voice catching in my throat. I swallowed. I’m not playing, sir. I’m being punished. God, why had I told him that? I wanted to run and hide but he kept his grip, his other hand fingering my collar now.



“Punished hunh? He smirked, giving my leash a playful jerk. You one a those guys like the rough stuff, hunh? You’re one’a those submissives, boy? Like dressin up as a maid an getting ordered around? You got a mistress in the building?”



“I’m not a slave, I said and his hand shot out, slapping across my cheek.



“I didn’t say slave’, boy, he said, twisting my arm. But here I find you wearin a collar and on your knees scrubbin out the shower, maybe you are? That right?”



“Nnngh I said, gritting my teeth as he twisted my arm around and up into the small of my back, forcing me to strain to my tip toes with the pressure. I felt his hot breath on my neck as he leaned in close.



“Yeah, you like this don’t ya? he said, grinding on my arm and causing me to whine in pain. He was strong and had the leverage. Too, he was taller than me and held me easily because of it. Does Mama spank you at night? he asked, his other hand wrapping about my leash, looping it. You lick a little pussy if you do good, hunh?”



“No I said as he tugged on my leash and heaved me off of my feet by my arm. I screamed as I dangled in his grip, kicking my legs and trying to find the floor.



“Yeah, that’s it, he whispered, carrying me away from the showers and towards the toilets. I screamed and kicked all the harder but he choked me with the collar and cut off my yelling. I like it when you fight. He shoved one of the stall doors open and forced me to my knees.



I felt his strong legs on either side of my legs as he continued to grind on my arm, inching my head towards the toilet. He was laughing.



“Who’s your mommy, bitch boy? he sneered, forcing my head into the bowl with my face just above the clear water. Luckily I had cleaned the toilets already, but I knew what was coming.



“Christine I moaned, staring at my reflection in the bowl, the water rippling as my hair dangled in.



“Who’s that? What apartment? She lives here, yeah? he asked, twisting my arm higher.



“The Super’s daughter-in law, I replied, my voice echoing in the bowl.



“Yeah, I know her- seen her, anyway. She’s your mistress?”



“No, I whined, trying to explain through the pain. She thinks I was stealing panties. Said she’d call the cops unless I did as she said. She makes me do this: dress like a woman, scrub and clean and



“And what? he asked, shoving my face down again until my hair was drenched at the ends and my nose hit the water.



“Whatever she says. I winced, but tried not to give any details, not wanting to give him ideas.



“Hah! That’s cute. Suddenly he jerked my head out of the toilet and finally let go of my arm, though he kept my leash tight in his fist and that taut on my collar. Ya know what though? You wanna know the irony in all this? he asked, his fingers snaking into my hair and pulling hard. I gasped with the pain and opened my mouth to scream.



I saw the silky, shiny wad of cloth balled up in his fingers as he shoved it forward and into my gaping mouth to stifle my screams. My eyes went wide as he shoved them deeply into my throat, and I knew instantly what they were, and suddenly suspected the irony.



“I’m the panty thief, he jeered, mocking as he whipped me up and around again, shoving my head down into the toilet. He held me under as I struggled and gagged. I heard and felt the sudden rush of water swirling about me. For a moment I heard his laughter and gasped for breath as the water washed down the pipe and the bowl suddenly started to fill again. He flushed one more time, then pulled me back out of the bowl.



He threw me to the floor beside the toilet, watching me as I sputtered and coughed, trying to catch my breath around the sodden pair of panties balled up in my mouth. I was gasping as I stared up at his face, saw his mocking grin as he looked down at me.



“You just stay there for a minute, he said and I felt the sharp toe of his boot jam into my thigh. I curled up there on the floor, half wrapped about the base of the toilet and trying to regain my breath as he stepped up and undid the button fly in his blue jeans. He reached in and delicately withdrew his penis- all eight inches that I could see. He laughed to see my eyes grow huge.



“Like that, hunh? he chuckled as he aimed it, first at me, then at the toilet as a hot dark stream of urine shot forth. How he managed to just pee like that with me there watching I had no idea. I never could.



His piss streamed for awhile, long and hard but eventually I saw it lessen. I heard him chuckle again then, and when I looked up he hit me squarely in the face. He washed his urine down my body, finally letting the last spatter on the floor, jiggling his cock to get out the last spurts. He smirked, sliding his dick back into his pants and buttoning his fly.



“Wipe that up, he commanded, pointing to the splattered puddle sitting atop the floor tiles. Take the panties out of your mouth and dab it all up.”



He watched, crossing his arms and standing over me as I did as he said. I took the silky panties out of my mouth and started to sop up the mess, but they were flimsy and thin. They were soon dripping, and I looked up again.



“Guess you better lick up the rest, bitch.”



I shuddered, but I could see in his eyes that he had no problem forcing me to do as he ordered, or beating the shit out of me if I refused. I twisted about and got on my knees again, pulled my long hair back and started lapping at what was left.



It tasted bitter and foul, a harsh, acrid flavor mixed with the cleaner and dirt on the floor. I was gagging as I licked at the tiles, inching towards the toe of his boot as he was standing in the edge of the puddle. He did not move his foot.



“Go ahead, slut, he said, actually sliding his boot forward and into the mess. Lick it up.”



I bent low and licked about the sole of his boot, then started in on the leather of his cowboy boot itself. It tasted old, but the smell was rich and deep and the leather was soft to my tongue. I knelt there for some time, polishing his boot with my tongue until he eventually stepped back and placed his foot on the toilet bowl’s rim. And the bottom, he said with a snigger, forcing me even lower to get at the dirty sole of his boot.



Finally he seemed satisfied and stepped back, watching as I finished up the floor. Now put the panties back in your mouth. I licked my lips and did as I was told, gagging again at the sodden mess.



“I want those back, he said, stepping away, and I want em clean next time I see you, so you better suck em good or I’ll give you something meatier to practice on.”



He laughed as he let the stall door swing shut. I heard the sound of his heels clacking as he walked towards and out the door, leaving me there on the floor in the stall, sucking his urine from the panties.



What else could I do?



I got up and out of the stall, staggering towards the sink. I looked in the mirror, and saw what a mess I was. My cheeks bulged from the panties in my mouth, and my face was streaked and stained with urine, as was my uniform. I sighed, a snotty sound through my nose staring hard at what I had become. He had called me a slave, and he was right I knew. Why I had allowed it to happen I had no idea, but I did know that it had to end. I had to get out of here.



I spat the panties out into the sink and headed to the door. Listening first I quietly slipped out into the hallway, easing down the corridor slowly, my mind racing. I had no idea what I was going to do, or even where I might go if I succeeded. I had no friends really, just a couple people that I worked with and I doubted that they would appreciate me knocking on their door in my condition even if I could reach their homes. One thing at a time though.



As I crept closer to the stairs I immediately saw the small base station for my electric leash’. It was screwed into the wall near the baseboard in the corner on the landing; just a little black box with a blinking red light emitting diode that kept me in check. I knew That I would never make it past that, and I was sure that there was another in the other stairwell, and, depending on how much money she spent probably several more scattered throughout the building, including in the elevator. Maybe if I was a comic book hero I could swing down and around at the odd angle to get past, but me being a less than average guy in a dress I was screwed.



I had to get the damned collar off. I knew that as I made my way silently back down the hall. How was the question though? I tugged on the leather about my throat and knew that it would never give. The little lock was tiny, but beyond my ability to snap, and even the electronic chip in the collar seemed welded in place. I could cut it off, but there was nothing sharp in the communal bathroom. I had scissors and razor blades in my SRO apartment, but I knew that had to be locked. Still, maybe it was time that my luck shifted.



I swallowed, hopeful and praying as I reached out and gripped the knob on the door to my apartment. I almost came when it turned and I heard a click. It was unlocked, and almost giddy and crying I pushed the door open.



Shannon glanced up, her eyes wide at first no doubt wondering what was going on. My own face probably mirrored hers at least for a moment as I quickly scanned my room. She was sitting on my bed, which was simply the bare frame sans sheets, pillow and mattress, her legs crossed as she read through a stack of papers in her lap. I saw that my shelves and dresser were almost empty save for a few essentials. My television was still there, and my plant and fan but otherwise most everything was gone. There were a couple boxes on the floor by her feet filled with notebooks and papers that were mine, and she seemed to be going through them, reading my private stories.



She was dressed in a black and blue ensemble of biker pants and sports bra with a bare midriff tank top over that. She had on a pair of canvas and leather running shoes, her short hair pulled back in a tiny tail and a thin wire rimmed pair of reading glasses resting on her nose. I looked back to her face and saw her eyes quickly narrow at my intrusion- into MY apartment.



“What’re you doing? she asked, setting the papers aside. She looked angry as she shifted on the bed frame, uncrossing her smooth, tanned legs.



“Me? I sputtered in disbelief. It looked as though she was moving me out of my apartment. What are you doing in here?”



She was on her feet in a flash, her arm snaking out and the palm of her hand slapping across my cheek. I yelped in surprise and pain as I staggered back into the hall, my hand going to the burning spot on my face. Shannon followed and slapped me again across the opposite side.



I slammed against the wall and slid to the floor, tears welling in my eyes as I saw her rear a leg back and quickly kicked me in the thigh. I recoiled with the pain of the hard rubber toe of her shoe, curling up as she drove her foot into me again.



“Don’t you EVER question me! she shouted, kicking me a third time. Never! She slammed her foot down hard onto my hip and I whined. I raised my arm to fend her off, or at least try to, but I could feel the submissiveness rolling over me again. What was happening? I lay there taking her abuse as she cursed and spat, beating me down. I was crying, bawling.



Finally she leaned in and gathered up my leash, looping it about her fist as she jerked, forcing me to tumble completely to the floor at her feet. She rammed the sole of her shoe against my face and applied pressure until I was flush with the floor, finally leaning over and resting her arms on her cocked knee.



“Little bitch, she snarled, leering down at me. Christine’s too nice to you. I ought’a beat your ass for this, and I would if you were mine. You’re lucky. She ground the sole of her shoe into my face until I was whimpering, begging her to stop. Finally she did and stepped off of my face. I looked up through teary eyes and saw her wicked grin.



“What I whispered, biting my tongue, knowing I would get more abuse, but I had to know. My apartment



Shannon drew her leg back as though to kick me again, but just as quickly hesitated and planted it on the floor. I saw an evil gleam in her eyes that made me shudder, and then she chuckled.



“Why not? she said with a cruel smirk. She squatted down and I felt her other hand twist into my hair until her fist was tight and causing me even more pain. Christine and I decided to make your little room into a home away from home for the both of us. It’s just right, maybe a little tight, but it’ll make a good office for me and a nice little rendezvous room for her. Someplace to take any special guests she might bring home that she doesn’t want her husband to meet. A girl- a real girl that is, does need her private time. Besides, you have a new little home in the basement don’cha; a nice, cozy closet. Shannon laughed and shook my head roughly until I agreed.



Finally she stood again and gave my leash a jerk as she stepped back towards my- her room. I resisted just for a second; my dreams of freedom shattered and finally crawled along the still dirty floor and followed her inside. She slammed the door with a finality that seemed almost a death knell to me and I started to cry again…