“But now having been set free from sin, and having become slaves of God, you have your fruit to holiness, and the end, everlasting life.” Romans 6:16-22, New Testament.
(This is how I imagined the scene took place at Mistress Sandy and Mistress Mia’s home. Obviously, I wasn’t there, but I’ve pieced it together from things Mistress Sandy told me.)
(PS. I think this is the second to last part of this series.)
Sandy had all but concluded that the little girl in Kentucky wasn’t going to work out. She had the potential, but she was distracted. Sandy had spent the last three days training Tina, remotely, at a truly relentless pace. She had permitted Tina nothing to eat or drink except for water. Tina had been alternating between periods of rigorous exercise and uncomfortably strict bondage. Tina had also been subjected to random and intense stimulation from vibrators in her pussy and her ass, as well as electric stimulation from the TENS machine pads attached to her shoulder and her back. Sandy wanted to give the girl every possible chance to succeed, and she knew for that to happen she would have to taken right to edge of her limits.
“Are you almost ready, pet?” Sandy messaged.
“Yes, allmost Mistress.” Tina typed back.
“That’s another misspelling, girl. Such carelessness. We’ve talked about carelessness. And you know it has consequences, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress. I am so sorry. Please.”
“That’s not how you beg for mercy, pretty little cunt.” Your Mistress Mia has to receive your punishment for you. That’s how this work.” Mia’s flawless body was a vision strapped down to the sturdy training table. She’d been there with few breaks as long as Sandy had been training Tina. But Mia was accustomed to long sessions satisfying her Mistress’s sometimes sadistic appetites. Mia had been serving Mistress Sandy for years and she now received almost as much pleasure from the shocks and the floggings as the Mistress did from administering them. But the one torment that Mia could never learn to fully accept and grow comfortable with was water boarding. Water boarding still triggered Mia’s most instinctual and uncontrollable fears.
“Please Mistress. Please. I’m so sorry.” Tina was trying. Mia had told her about being water boarded. Mia told her how it returned her to when she was a true prisoner. When she’d been sold into slavery to the drug dealers her former boyfriend owed money to. Mia told her how she could handle anything but water boarding. How the water boarding made her wish for death.
“LOL. You have to be joking. Except that “things” can’t joke, can they? You’re a thing for me to use. And you’ve been more trouble than any other thing that I have. Now get back to your preparations. I want you ready by the time I’m finished here with Mia.” Sandy knew that Tina’s typo was brought on by physical and mental exhaustion and not merely from disrespectful carelessness. But Sandy had to be harsh. She had to bring this submissive Kentucky girl as far as she could to give her the best chance. Just like she did for Mia.
Sandy stepped over to the table. Mia was held prone, her arms at her sides. Thick leather straps secured her to the table at her ankles, knees, thighs, waist, wrists, biceps, chest and throat. Mia’s mouth was stuffed with a large sponge and held open with a ring gag. Mia’s entire head was covered with a thick, flannel pillowcase. Sandy gently dragged her fingernails across Mia’s toned stomach. Mia’s breathing almost immediately became more rapid. “I’m sorry, pretty pet. But you know that I have to do this. For Tina.” Mia’s ears were not plugged. Mia nodded her head to show that she understood. “I need this for us, too, slave.” Sandy rubbed her hand in a circular pattern on the hairless, firm flesh or her beautiful captive. She started on her thigh. She continued up between her legs, pausing to fondle Mia’s pussy. Mia gasped from the attention. Sandy was being gentle and loving. She planted small kisses on Mia’s neck and watched as goosebumps rose on her belly.
Sandy then reached down to the ground where four large pitchers of water had been prepared. “You’re such a good girl,” Sandy complimented Mia. Mia’s heart soared with pride. She clenched her bound hands into tight fists. Sandy raised the pitcher and titled its content out slowly over Mia’s hooded face. Mia’s reaction was immediate. She pitched and writhed. Mia’s legs convulsed as much as the leather permitted. Mia’s fists opened wide as her fingers strained to somehow grasp air. The flannel hood held the water effectively, as did the sponge in Mia’s mouth. Mia was drowning. Try as she might, she could not reassure herself. She was beyond all thought processes. She was no longer being handled by her lovingly sadistic Mistress. She was back to being a fuck toy for the greasy scum who filled her with drug cocktails, saliva and cum. There was too much water in Mia’s mouth. She could not get air. She inhaled nothing but water through her nose. Even after the pitcher was empty, the thick, wet fabric clung to her face and prevented her desperate efforts to fill her lungs. And just as Mia felt she could not go any longer without air, she finally received small, wet gulps filtering through her hood. Mia coughed and was finally able to expel some of the water that she didn’t drink. She inhaled more deeply and filled her starving lungs.
“That’s number one, pet,” Sandy whispered. Mia started shaking. She fought against her bondage. She’d do anything for Mistress Sandy. She belonged to her, completely. But she couldn’t take anymore. She tried to beg but only wet gurgling was produced. “Your mind is making it worse than it really is, slave. You were made for this. I’m so proud of you. I love you so much….” Sandy began slowly pouring the second pitcher over Mia’s covered mouth and nose….
(The story jumps back to 2010. Tina, her parents and her surviving brothers and sisters were in her parent’s living room.)
“What do you mean, ‘if only we knew?’” Tina asked her mom in stunned disbelief. Tina’s mom’s expression of shock betrayed the truth. “We KNEW!” Tina looked over at her father for validation. But Tina’s father’s eyes were down. His hands were clasped. Tina saw his lips moving as he prayed silently. Tina’s mom grabbed Tina’s shoulders firmly.
“Tina, what are you saying? Did you. Did you know about Jeremy?” Tina was still looking at her dad. Her mom shook her. “What did you know, Tina!”
Tina ripped her eyes away from her father. As they shifted over to her hysterical mother, Tina caught glimpses of her siblings, all with varying degrees of shock on their faces. “He’d tried before, Mom. That time at the hospital. That wasn’t an accident.” Tina’s mom’s eyes were filling with tears. Tina looked at her siblings. “It wasn’t an accident. And even that wasn’t the first time. Jeremy told me…”
Tina felt a strange, hard pressure against her cheek. The pressure spun her head to the right. It took her a moment to realize she’d just been slapped by her mother.
“You KNEW!! Oh my god. Tina! You knew??! Why. Oh god. Why didn’t you say anything.” Tina’s dad was still praying. He was rocking back and forth.
“I. I just couldn’t, Mom. I’m sorry.” Tina’s mom staggered backwards and collapsed on the couch. Noone else moved. Tina felt like time was frozen and only she could pass through it. She walked past her father who did not look up. She pulled her hand in close so she wouldn’t touch him as she walked to the front door.
Tina was driving back north. She was in a haze. Cars were zipping past her in the oncoming traffic lane and passing her easily. Tina looked down at her phone. No one from home had called her yet. But then she noticed there was one unchecked message. In all of the hectic activity, she’d never thought to look at her phone until just now. Tina looked at the time stamp of the voicemail. It was from the night before, just as she was getting herself tied up on the pull-out sofa in her living room.
“Please, no. Lord. Please no.” Tina hovered her finger over the mail icon. She touched it. The message was from Jeremy. Tina carefully set the phone down and kept driving.