Story 1: Submissive

Chapter 9:

I spent the evening reading bondage erotica and tapping out my reviews between the bars of the door. At one point, the phone rang and I sat still as a deer in headlights until the answering machine picked up. It was an automated message from the pharmacy reminding me to pick up my medication. I whimpered quietly, but returned to my task until the evening light faded and the room was only lit by the glow of the tablet screen.

"subGrrl? Please push your back end up to the rear window of the cage," Lisianski requested when I arrived at a stopping point.

I rose up onto my hands and knees and began to scoot backwards. The rear window of the cage had apparently been set at the perfect height for me to be able to press my posterior firmly into the foundation of the opening. As I slowly slid backwards, I could feel the edges of the opening press evenly around the outer limits of my backside - framing it perfectly. I quickly became particularly aware of the single vertical bar that spanned the opening. It must have been curved outwards because as I pressed backwards it slid alarmingly between my cheeks and its icy extent cradled me in an intimately disturbing manner.

"Push back further," Lisianski requested.

There must have been some nub of some sort perfectly aligned on the window bar which seemed to burrow and spread my cheeks apart as I pressed back. I could only imagine the view outside of the cage - a thin black, bar bisecting the swell of a pair of ghostly white ass cheeks.

"Perfect," Lisianski said.

I heard a swoosh and a splat sound. A stripe of liquid fire cut into my flesh spanning from cheek to cheek. The pain was white and hot. I jumped forward in shock banging my head against the bar of the door.

"Ow! Fuck, that hurt!" I screamed. "How...? What did you do that for?"

"I warned you. You didn't follow my instructions on the bus, did you?" Lisianski said softly. "Stick your butt back out the window, please. There's more."

"No fucking way!" I shouted. "That hurt like hell!"

"Don't make me angry," Lisianski growled.

I grew silent and startled. I was gripped by a sudden strangling fear. It had not been Lisianski's voice that sparked my anxiety, but rather the tumble of a deep rolling sound outside the apartment which caused a window pane to rattle somewhere. Thunder! Shit!

I should have recognized the signs during the day. The temperature had been unseasonably warm. There had been a strong Southerly wind all day. It was late winter. Thunder this time of year can only mean one thing... Tornadoes! Shit!

"Lisianski! Let me out of the cage! Tornadoes!" I screamed, scratching at the door, trying to grasp the padlock in the darkness.

"You must finish receiving your punishment. Stick your ass back out the window." Thunder pulsed louder with every accented word of Lisianski's sentence.

"Come on! I'll do it later! Let me out!"

"Do it NOW!"

A two toned alarm cut through the air of my darkened apartment. I crouched shivering as the sound wrung terror from the night. A computerized voice began to calmly inform me that a tornado warning was in effect accompanied by a distant wail of storm sirens. I listened in fear to the places the storm had been and envisioned in my head the direction in which it was headed, slowly whimpering in fear which soon justified its presence as my neighborhood was called out on the radio. I was in the direct line of the storm.

"Please, Lisianski! I need to get out and go take cover."

"Stick your ass back out the window!" Her voice was now punctuated not by the basses of distant rumbling, but rather by full spectrum cracks. Her words flashed around my dining room - wrapping around my old dusty curtains, bouncing off my barren, pictureless walls.

"Please, Lisianski! I'll do anything you want me to if you let me out of here!" I was pounding on the bars with my fists, bruising my knuckles.

"Stick your ass back out the window!"

The wind outside began to gale. My windows were rattling. My cage was shaking. I could hear hail falling and debris attacking the siding.

Soon, I was certain, the walls would be torn away and my cage and I would be lifted up into the maelstrom. They would find me the next day half a state away - crumpled metal, bone, and flesh. NemesisGirl would whistle as she wrote my obituary. "subGrrl enjoyed spending her free time locked in a cage reading sex stories. She is survived by no one."

I heard what sounded like a freight train.

"Please..."

I shoved my posterior back into the window with the bar so lewdly, deeply nestled between my cheeks. The fires from Lisianski's magic lash began to rain down on my screaming body.

"Ow! Fuck! I hate you Lisianski! Ow! And I hate... Shit! ...those fucking sex stories! Ow! And I really, really hate stories with a lot of spanking!" I screamed follow by a 'Whoosh!' and a 'Splat!' of the lash across my burning skin. "Especially when the spanking stories use onomatopoeias!"

As I was whipped, the train sound evaporated like a bad dream. When it did, I collapsed to the floor of the cage crying and tender clutching the unnatural darkness and silence around me.

"That's enough for tonight, subGrrl," Lisianski said calmly.

I lay sleepless for a while listening to a growing stream of distant sirens of emergency vehicles. How could Lisianski conjure a storm like that? For certainly she did.