Blog : Chapter 4

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8/31/2009 9:18 am

Chapter 4

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Hunger un-slated, I turn to the plate of luke warm food. It welcoming, home cooked, delicious and I devour it. My stomach full I am wide awake again. I painstakingly slip from between the cool sheet to wander around my once again prison. Gloom covers me like a blanket. I did not want this; to be captive in some strange room miles and mile away from anyone. What did i want what did i expect though, really. I want some release from responsibility and people and the need that festers between my legs with no cure and no relief. I wanted distracting pain not disabling pain. Tears I didn't realize had fallen sting my cheeks; they upset me I don't want to cry. Crying is weak am not weak. I grow furious and launch the the serving tray that held my breakfast scraps at the window. The tray crashes and food is splattered everywhere but the window doesn't shatter, or crack. It looks back at me mockingly. Laughing at how truly weak I am. I am angered more and though the is not heavily furnished I throw whatever I can at the window; which only laughs at me and smirks back. I bang on the door Screaming to be let free. No one comes; I am not released. I am exhausted. I but back the things I have thrown, and sink back in the bed. My body so badly abused has betrayed me and I start to drift off t sleep.
Just as I start to drift I hear the faint click of the door; the creak as it opens. The girl pad softly over to me and smooth my hair whispering that I have to clam myself. They tell me that certain things are not allowed and if I keep up my behavior only worst thing will happen to me. I drift and dream that i am in field with green grass and pink butterflies. Green, blue and orange dragonflies zoom all around I can hear soft celtic singing it whimsical. I am in heaven as lay back in the grass naked as the day I was born, letting the sun warm me. I hum with the celtic song i know i have never heard but somehow know. The singing grows and I turn to look but I feel pain instead a burning in my arm as if they are being pulled from my body. my legs do not move when i direct them and panic covers me as the singing has grown menacing.
I awake to find myself bound to the bed. I start to scream “Help, help please come help some one please!” My voice cracks and I sob I know no one will come still I whimper onto myself please like a mantra that with time alone will set me free if I am diligent in it’s recital.

As calm replaces anxiety I relax, the urges one feel when they first awake stir me to rattling. I can not even press my legs closed. My stomach growls in a need to expel.

“Fuck I can’t even piss without help—“

“That’s not completely true. The correct realization in this situation would be; you cannot do anything without permission; my permission specifically.”

Cormac.

May I be untied I ask the ceiling because I cannot see him, “I have to use the restroom”

“Wet the bed.”

“What I am not five!”

“Yes you will or you will not get up and judging by all that gas you had while you sleeping it will only be a matter time before have to expel more then urine.”

I can feel my face flush but I am in no position to barter and I let go. The hot strong smelling fluid pools around my vagina, washing up against my thighs, splattering my feet. It deliciously warm and I savor the feeling but I will never admit to it. I start to cry but I don’t quite know why. My embarrassment is enough for Cormac to release me. He takes off his belt and wraps it around my neck.

“Now this is not a leash. Frankly I don’t think you will ever gain one from me but we shall see. I do know—am absolutely positive that you obey my every command the second I give it eventually. We start training tonight after you shower.”

Sending me to my private shower he tells me come back after I have relieved myself. I spend twenty minutes in the bathroom I suppose that was enough time for him to have the bed stripped and scrubbed it; as it is leaning against a wall upright. The girls are kneeling at his feet and there is an assortment of “tools” laid on the desk.

“Now I think it best that you get use to some of this item as they will be yours to wear more hours out the day then not and it does take quite some time build up some resistance.”

Cormac motions for me to stand in front of him. I do, I have no other choice running is not an option, my body is too sore. I concede I will not leave this house until he wills it. Cormac pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers. Pulling them as he stares into my eyes; I wince sucking the air in sharply as dance on my toes. I know this is a part of it I try to stand my ground. When it becomes too unbearable; instinct makes me jerk away. His hand is heavy and meaty as it crashes across my face and my neck jerks back. I stumble back and trip over one the girl landing hard on my still much bruised backside I groan and whimper tears feel my eyes as every bruise reawakens. I scream “FUCK.” My face has only warm glow now but I stay put on the floor.

“Get up girl”

I rise off my hind parts slowly returning to my spot.

“You don’t ever move unless I say so and you never pull away. I know it hurts and it will continue,” he said returning to his earlier torment of my nipples “to hurt for as long as I want it too. Your pain IS my pleasure. I think we have to do something with that mouth too.”


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