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  “Kath, I’ll die,” I wailed.

  “I doubt it,” she sneered. “Put it on or I’ll make it two weeks.”

  That got my attention. A week was unthinkable. Two weeks was…well, whatever was worse than unthinkable…like unimaginable…inconceivable… I put it on.

  “Hands and knees behind me,” she snapped.

  I rolled off the bed and crawled to the doorway. She turned away and I followed her to the bathroom. I was shivering but not because I was cold but rather with the knowledge of how bad the coming week was going to be.

  “Sit up,” Kathleen said.

  In between our shower and the tub is an eight foot expanse of wall. In the middle of it Kathleen had installed an eyebolt and a twenty foot length of chain. She wrapped the steel collar that was welded to the end of the chain around my neck and snapped the lock shut. I could reach everything in the bathroom but could not leave the room. She sadistically had placed the key to the collar on a hook in the hall in plain sight when the door was open but five feet away from my reach.

  “There, my little slave girl,” she said tweaking my nipples, “secure on your chain for the week.”

  “Kath, please couldn’t we…?”

  “No, Harriet, we couldn’t and if I hear any more whining I’m going to add an extra whipping to the one you have coming.”

  “Whipping?” I gulped.

  “Yes, I plan to whip you tomorrow for treating me like you have.”

  “But, Kath, that wasn’t part of our…”

  “Harriet,” she said sweetly, “I can do whatever I want to you. You are nothing but my slave for the next week and if I want to whip you I will.”

  “No,” I shouted, “I’m not going to agree to that. That’s not fair!”

  “Oh? And how do you plan to stop me?”

  “I…I…” I sputtered. “Please, Kath, you don’t have to whip me.”

  “No, I don’t have to, do I?” she agreed. “But I can, can’t I?”

  It wasn’t right. I hadn’t agreed to whippings as a part of any punishment for playing with myself without her but there was no release from this chain until she let me go. She could do anything she wanted. She could force me to…. My mind spun away from the horror of the sick and twisted things she might do. I nodded.

  “Yes, I can and I plan to,” she said walking out of the bathroom.

  For the next four hours I moped around the bathroom with nothing to do. I had a doggie bed I could lie in if I wanted to sleep. I could reach the toilet if I needed to go and the bath and the shower if I wanted to clean up. If I got thirsty there was the sink faucet. I could hear her on the phone, using the microwave and watching TV. I was lonely for her company. I loved her and wished I could make things up to her somehow.

  At six she sauntered into the bathroom, sat down on the toilet. When she was done she looked up at me, smiled and said, “Lick me clean.”

  “So that’s how it’s going to be,” I thought.

  We had played this type of kinky game before but it had just been a game. I could tell from her manner that she wasn’t playing and licking her after she pissed was just the tip of the iceberg. I was going to be her toilet paper for the week. The thought of what was coming in the morning when she had more than urine to expel made me want to vomit.

  “Kath, I love you,” I said despairingly, “please don’t do this.”

  “Harriet, I need to be wiped,” she said coldly.

  “Kathy, I will do anything you want. I will wear this belt twenty-fours a day and make whatever changes to the way I treat you to make you believe and understand that you are my love, my partner, my life but please don’t do this to us, please.”

  “Lick,” she demanded and my world closed down around me.

  I leaned in and licked the drops that were on her pussy and her left thigh. Normally being in this position was heaven for me. I loved having my head between her legs and I loved licking her but not like this. Not as a…a piece of toilet paper. I was heartbroken. She didn’t care.

  “I need you to get me ready for tonight,” she said. “My old roommate called. I haven’t seen her in five years and we are going out tonight.”

  “Kath,” I quavered, “it’s not that Jasmine bitch you told me about, is it?”

  “Harriet,” she snapped, “it’s none of your fucking business but yes it happens to be Jasmine.”

  “Kathleen,” I wailed, “don’t you remember the things you’ve told me about her?”

  “What things?”

  “Like how she used to treat you?”

  “I was weak then,” Kathleen said confidently, “I’m stronger now.”

  “Kath…”

  “Shut up and give me a bath.”

  I tried to show her how much I loved her as I bathed her and helped her get ready for her night out with Jasmine but she had hardened her heart. The final cut came when she was ready to leave. She came in with a bowl of dog food and placed it on the floor next to my bed. I looked up at her for any trace of pity but her face was frigid.

  “I bought this for you,” she said. “It is all that you will get while you are on that chain and I will only give you one bowl a day so, if you are hungry, you’d better eat.”

  “My god, Kath,” I blubbered, “what did I do to make you hate me like this?”

  “You know what you did you little slut and I don’t hate you. I love you but I am going to teach you a lesson if it kills you.”

  I put my head down and started to sob. Not your normal I-need-to-cry-about-it tears but deep heart wrenching weeping that came from my soul. Whether Kathleen knew it or not something between us had changed and like Humpty Dumpty it could never be put together again. She still didn’t get it. I heard the door close and knew that things would never be the same. When my week was up I would be leaving.

  * * *

  They came in around midnight. They were drunk and disorderly and were dropping things, banging into tables and chairs and laughing like hyenas. I cringed into the corner where the wall and the tub met and prayed that Kathleen wasn’t so drunk she would feel the need to show me off. I prayed in vain because it wasn’t twenty minutes before I heard them coming up the stairs.

  “What do we have here?” Jasmine said looking at me with obvious interest.

  “I’m her friend Harriet,” I answered before Kathleen could speak.

  “Do you always keep your friend in a chastity belt and locked in the bathroom?” Jasmine asked Kathleen

  “No, Jas, she’s my…uh…slave,” Kathleen said.

  “Kathleen!” I screeched, “I’m not your slave. We only agreed to…”

  “Your slave?” Jasmine interrupted. “Kind of like you used to be mine?”

  She hid it well from Jasmine but I could tell that statement seriously upset Kathleen and by proxy I was disturbed. Kath had told me that Jasmine was overbearing and mean to her but not anything about being a slave.

  “Remember, Kathleen?” she said softly. “When you were my little cunt licking servant?”

  “Jas…I…Jas…please…”

  “Remember how you used to like me to torture your nipples”?

  “Jas, this is not…”

  “And tease your little bud until you would have done anything for me to let you go?”

  “Jasmine, stop!” Kathleen screeched. “I’m not like that anymore.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes.”

  “So, you wouldn’t get excited if I touched your breasts like I used to?” Jasmine said reaching out and gently caressing Kathleen’s tits.

  “Oh…..oh…please,” Kathleen said bring he hands up in a futile effort to stop Jasmine from doing what her body was craving.

  “Put your hands down at your sides now,” Jasmine said sternly.

  Kathleen put her hands down and stood like a virgin waiting to be ravished. Jasmine unbuttoned Kathleen’s blouse and pulled it down on her arms, then unsnapped her bra in front leaving her breasts free.

  “Just
as I remembered,” Jasmine laughed, teasing Kathleen’s nipples lightly.

  “Jas, please don’t do this.”

  “You want me to stop?” Jasmine said, removing her hands.

  “Oooooh,” Kathleen wailed, pushing her breasts out.

  “I didn’t think so,” Jasmine giggled.

  “Jas…I…”

  “Take off your clothes, slut!” Jasmine demanded.

  Kathleen reacted like she was possessed. She stripped her blouse and bra off in a flash and then removed her skirt and panties. When she was completely naked she knelt in front of Jasmine and pressed her face into Jasmine’s crotch. Jasmine laughed.

  “Good girl,” Jasmine said patting Kathleen on her head. “I’m not going to have to keep you on a chain like your little friend, am I?”

  Kathleen looked devastated but she shook her head. Jasmine turned and walked to the door.

  “Come on, slave-girl. Let’s see how well your tongue remembers what I taught it.”

  “Wait,” I begged, “What about me?”

  “What about you, Harriet?” Jasmine asked pleasantly.

  “I’m not part of this,” I said. “I’m just her roommate.”

  “She said you were her slave, Harriet.”

  “I’m not,” I said earnestly, “we…we’re just friends.”

  “Then why are you locked up like that?”

  “It’s complicated,” I said.

  “I don’t care,” Jasmine said.

  “What?”

  “I don’t really care. She said you were her slave and that makes you mine now.”

  “Kath?” I begged.

  Kathleen didn’t respond. Her gaze was riveted on Jasmine’s crotch. Jasmine turned and passed through the door. Kathleen crawled after her. At the door Kath stopped and looked back at me. Her face said it all.

  Taken from the Gym-Chapter 1

  Across the steam room, Joan could see Mary languishing on the opposite bench. The room was swirling with clouds of fog but all that did was lend a tantalizing obscurity to her view of Mary’s enticing body. It was driving her wild. Joan had big plans for that body. For the past three weeks she had been dreaming about nothing else. Her mind had feverishly worked its way through the dozens of delicious things that would be possible once Mary was hers. Every day a new twisted idea occurred. Mary didn’t have a clue.

  Joan had done her homework well. She knew Mary lived alone. She knew Mary had just left an abusive boyfriend and was starting two weeks of vacation tomorrow. Mary was flying to Cancun in the morning and she was going alone. Her plan was to use the two weeks to get over her asshole of a boyfriend and perhaps meet someone new. It was information that Mary had shared with Joan as they had become friends at the gym.

  As much as Joan wanted to linger and treat herself to a few more mesmerizing glimpses she dragged herself from the bench and out of the room.

  “Plenty of time for that later anyway,” she thought, “when the little bitch is mine.”

  She dressed and left the gym. Repositioning her car so that it was next to Mary’s she went over the plan in her mind. It was Friday night and there were only a few cars left in the lot, none of which were close. No security camera. Passing traffic was hidden by the hedge. Perfect! As Mary approached she looked up and smiled.

  “Hi, Mary,” she said cheerily, “good workout?”

  “Oh, hi, Joan,” Mary said, “Yes it was great. How was yours?”

  “Super! Um, Mary, could you help me a minute?”

  “Sure, what do you need?”

  “I need to borrow your jack,” Joan lied.

  “Oh, do you have a flat?”

  “Sort of,” Joan murrmered.

  “Let me get it for you,” Mary said.

  As Mary opened her trunk and leaned in to get her jack, Joan pushed her farther in with her left arm while using her right hand to cover Mary’s mouth with the chloroform soaked rag. In a matter of a few seconds Mary’s struggles stopped and Joan deftly pushed her into the trunk. After gagging and binding her securely Joan closed the trunk and let a wave of pleasure wash over her.

  “Holy shit,” she thought, “she’s mine.”

  Joan wanted nothing more than to bury her hand between her legs while her mind played out one of the delicious scenarios that she would enjoy with this beautiful girl that now belonged to her. Practicality took over. She had a few more things to do to make sure that she would never be discovered. Leaving her own car at the club she carefully drove Mary’s car to Mary’s house and pulled it into the garage. After checking to insure that Mary was ok, Joan slipped out the back door and walked back to the club to retrieve her own car which she drove home and parked.

  Mary was still comatose when she returned. She dragged her into the house and stripped her. That interrupted her well thought out plans. The sight of Mary’s nicely put together body, ripe breasts, slim waist, and heavenly triangle was more than Joan could pass. She was unwilling to wait any longer. The needs of her body pushed all other thoughts away. She shed her clothes and lay down next to the naked sleeping girl. Reaching down, her hand captured her own needy bud. A flash of heat rushed up her body that threatened to consume her.

  “Oh god, oh god, oh god, I neeeed this!”

  She leaned in and wrapped her lips around one of Mary’s perky nipples. The heat turned to fire.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” her mind drummed out as her fingers played a symphony on her clitoris.

  Joan had loved Mary from the moment she had met her and was sure that given enough time Mary would come to love her too. She spent the next half hour making love to Mary’s inert form.

  With the waning of her sexual high reality returned. She reluctantly dragged herself away from her one sided love fest. She pulled Mary into the bedroom and hogtied her for the night. The adrenalin rush had long since worn off. Joan was wiped out and her new love was out for the night. She lay down on the bed and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of all the lovely things she and Mary would do together.

  Mary’s struggling woke her up. It was just past first light. She peeked over the side of the bed and saw a baffled Mary looking up at her.

  “Joan, what’s going on?”

  “Hi, Mary.”

  “Joan, what happened to me? How did I get here?”

  “I brought you home, Mary,” Joan said. “You passed out.”

  “I passed out?” Mary said incredulously. “But…but…”

  Mary struggled to move. She rolled on her side.

  “Joan, why am I tied up? I need to get going. I have a plane to catch.”

  “Don’t worry about the plane, Mary. I’ll take care of it.”

  “Joan, these ropes hurt. I don’t understand about the passing out or how I got here but these ropes hurt and you’re scaring me. I want you to untie me right now.”

  “Mary, do you like me?” Joan asked.

  “What? Of course I like you Joan. I think we’ve become pretty good friends but…”

  “I love you, Mary,” Joan whispered.

  “What?”

  “I want us to be…more than friends, Mary. Do you think that you might like that?” Joan asked.

  “Joan! What in god’s name are you talking about? I said I liked you but I don’t understand how I got here like this and I have to go. I need you to untie me.”

  “Mary, I can’t right now,” Joan said.

  “Huh? Look, Joan, this isn’t funny. Untie me!”

  “Have you ever made love to a woman, Mary?”

  “Joan, you’re really starting to scare me. I don’t like this.”

  Joan rolled off of the bed and lay down next to Mary. She leaned in and kissed her cheek. She let her hands gently caress Mary’s shoulders.

  “Mary,” she whispered, “I’m sorry that I’m going to have to keep you like this for a while but it’s only until you understand and…come to love me like I know you will.”

  Mary’s comprehension of her situation finally crystallized in her mind. She was a cap
tive. She was being kept by a woman who somehow had love twisted into a place in her mind that it was acceptable to keep another person confined until they came around to her vision of love. She shook her head to clear it and looked at her jailer.

  “Joan, it’s not too late,” she said, “I won’t tell anyone. Just let me go and we’ll just forget this ever happened and I’ll…”

  “No, Mary,” Joan interrupted forcefully, “I’m not going to let you go. You’re mine now. You belong to me and in time you will love me.”

  Joan stood up and retrieved a gag from her bag.

  “I’m sorry, honey, but I’m going to have to go out for a while and I can’t have you making enough noise to get someone in here. You’ve got a plane to catch but I’ll be back right after that.”

  Even after the heightened security caused by 911 it’s scary how easy it is to use someone else’s boarding pass if you have their ID and you look similar. Joan left Mary’s car in long-term parking, checked in at a self serve kiosk and went through security without a hitch.

  When the flight was called she waited until there was a bit of a line and the gate agent was rushed. She presented Mary’s boarding pass for scanning and stepped into the jet-way. She stood there for a few seconds until the woman was distracted with a mother and three kids then stepped back around her into the terminal. It would only be an overzealous flight attendant who insisted that her head count match exactly that would trip her up now. She doubted that would happen. In today’s rush for on-time departures they just wouldn’t take the time to verify a missed count. For all intents and purposes Mary had just left for a two week fun filled vacation in Cancun.

  Joan took an airport shuttle to the Marriot, walked next door to the Hilton and then grabbed a cab to her house. All she needed to do now was to drive over to Mary’s, load her in the trunk and bring her home. Her stomach was turning flip flops. She had done it!

  When she turned the corner at the end of Mary’s block the flip flops turned sour. Trouble was on Mary’s front porch ringing the doorbell. Mary’s ex had come for a visit. She pulled in next to his car and got out.

  “Hi, James, what are you doing here?” she asked smoothly, hoping that Mary wouldn’t be able to make enough noise to attract his attention.