Story 1: Submissive

Chapter 5:

The next morning when I awoke, the bedpan had been cleaned out and my protein shake had been replenished. The combination lock, unfortunately, remained. I actually felt a lot better than I would suspect after having been locked in a small cage for over twenty four hours.

Once again, I half-heartedly tried to plead with Lisianski to let me out, but she seemed pretty humourless and bade me to read more stories.

"You need to sign your comments," Lisianski told me.

"What?! Why?" I asked.

"Don't worry, subGrrl. No one is going to look you up in the phone book or anything. And the people who receive your hateful musings will need an entity of some sort upon which to release their disappointment."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.

"You may not like the stories," Lisianski explained, "but these people are amateurs who are freely sharing their hard work. They are expressing themselves. We should celebrate their effort and the empowerment that self expression fosters."

"Are you asking me to lie? I can lie if it will get me out of this cage any faster."

"No, subGrrl. I want you to tell the truth, but be compassionate. Sign the comments! Besides the mission needs to be able to track your progress."

I spent all that Sunday tucked tightly in my cage. When I wasn't reading I would hum softly to myself or twist my hair around my finger. Certainly, Lisianski couldn't keep me in my cage forever. I had work the next day. I would be missed. I would be found and saved.

I made it through four or five stories that day and commented on each of them. Some weren't all that bad and actually tickled my feminine fancy. One even filled my soul with a surge of adreneline which I could only diffuse by banging as loudly as possible on the inside walls of my cage. "Fun!" I tapped out into the comments section, but said no more.

"I have to go to work tomorrow," I declared as darkness set in Sunday night.

"I know," Lisianski sighed. "An unfortunate necessity..."

"So, you should let me out of the cage now. After all I will only be sleeping."

"No." And Lisianski spoke to me no more that night.