Story 1: Submissive

Chapter 2:

I awoke with a jolt the next morning, momentarily disoriented, flopping against the sides of the cage. After a moment, I unlatched the door of the cage and slowly extracted my sore limbs from my small, tight, secure bed.

"Where are you going?" Lisianski asked in my head.

"I really have to pee!" I said.

"Ok, of course!" she responded. "Go to the bathroom. Get something to eat. Then get back into the cage. We need to discuss the mission."

"Ok..." I padded down the hall to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, armed with a pop tart, I was shimmying my way back into the cage.

"Lisianski? Are you there?" I asked. "I really need to go to the pharmacy today to pick up my refills."

"Of course I'm here, my love," she comforted. "You can go to the pharmacy later. We must maintain our focus. We have lots of work to do."

After I was inside the cage and had latched the door closed, I lay waiting for a while. I opened the foil on the pop tart and took a few bites. I used my moistened finger to dab at the crumbs that dropped to the pad underneath me. After I had finished the pop tart, I flicked the foil between the bars and watched it skip across the surface of the table until it disappeared over the side. I lay my head down and let my finger play along the sturdy construction of my cage.

"Lisianski? I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing." I admitted after about five minutes.

"Patience, my love. I'm busy preparing things - getting everything in order. Lie still!"

A half hour or more went by. I spent my time exploring the dim space inside my cage. Little light filtered through my the door and the rear window. And I took up much of the space inside. I ran my fingers and toes along the smooth cold seams of the cage where plates came together - such sturdy, quality construction. I could hear a bird whistling outside my apartment, but only barely, in my safe, muffled little womb.

"Lisianski? Can you tell me what the mission is about?" I asked. "Then I can start thinking about it."

"The mission is very important, subGrrl. It's about love. It's about saving the earth. It's about saving all the people on the earth from certain pain and suffering... death."

I suddenly became very nervous. There is a lot of pressure when you are put on a mission where failure will cost the lives of an entire planet full of people.

"Why did you choose me for this mission, Lisianski? I don't know much about love. In fact, I'm kind of in a serious period of hate right now."

"Oh, no dear," Lisianski said. "You're perfect. Take off you clothes."

"But, I've been so lonely, lately," I said as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. "And my psychiatrist has me on some medication. I think that she is worried about me."

It is difficult to pull off panties when you are all folded up in a cage, but I managed with a bit of thumping around.

"I know, subGrrl. And I'm so sorry that I have neglected you for so long, but I'm back now," Lisianski said. "We'll call your psychiatrist later and tell her you won't be visiting any more."

I pushed the clothes between the bars of the cage, watched them slide over the edge of the table, and heard them fall softly to the floor.

"...I think," Lisianski continued, "that I can help you remember love. I know that you have a lot in you. In fact, that is why you feel so much hate right now. Hate is just love unfed. You would be indifferent if love were absent. You just need to be fed."

"Why am I naked?" I asked suddenly.

"Shhh... subGrrl. Remember that song that we used to sing together?" Lisianski began to hum a soft melody. And then she sang.

She comes with the icy rain.
Knocking on your gutters' drain.
Fingertips down your window pane.
She delivers you from your pain.

I joined Lisianski, meekly.

Until outside your door she stands.
A blade set lightly in her hands.
The evils for which you'd been planned.
To sever from this unhappy land.

I was feeling a little sleepy again so I closed my eyes and let the tune cover me like a soft blanket.

Turn the key, love, unlock the door.
She's here for your tears, cry no more.
Turn the key, love, unlock the door.

Lisianski's voice was almost a whisper now.

Turn the key unlock the door...