Story 1: Submissive

Chapter 10:

The next morning on the bus to work people seemed to be content to let me have my own seat as the driver carefully picked his way around trees and power lines and building parts.

"Oh, subGrrl, I was so worried about you when I heard your neighborhood was hit by the tornado!" BossWoman said to me as I arrived at work. "Did you hear that three people were killed."

I felt sick and collapsed at my desk. I tried to convince myself that the storm had killed the people. Not Lisianski. Not me. I am not a murderess, am I? But, if I had let Lisianski whip me without putting up such a fuss, maybe they would still be alive. Their blood is on my hands.

In the afternoon, I received the profiles of the tornado victims. I had their names and the street addresses where their houses once stood, where dreams were once nurtured and loved, where today was only a barren slab of building foundation. My penance is to write their obituaries.

I hate you Lisianski!

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I was working when Lisianski called to me.

"Fuck off!" I muttered.

"What?" NemesisGirl called from her desk.

"Nothing!" I said as I got up and walked to bathroom.

After I had checked that the bathroom was empty, I locked myself into a stall. "What do you want Lisianski?"

"I'm worried about you today, subGrrl. You are not yourself."

"Yeah! You just killed three people simply because I wouldn't let you whip me."

"Ha!" Lisianski said sounding exasperated. "Whatever! If the death of three people is too much for you to handle, then you better get with the program and get serious about supporting the mission. How will you feel with the extermination of the entire human race on your hands?"

"Ok! Ok!" I said with tears streaming down my face. "I'll do whatever you want!"

"You say that now, but why should I believe you," Lisianski said. "You've been resistant since the very beginning. You are doing a terrible job of reviewing the stories. You haven't found any codes. You fight me at every turn. I even have to force you to get into the cage."

"I promise, Lisianski. I'll do better."

"You know, I think that we need to formalize our relationship a little more, subGrrl. You obviously need something to remind you who is in charge. From now on, I want you to call me Mistress. Do you understand?"

"Mistress? But..."

"Yes! Mistress! And speaking of butts, you are going to be pressing yours against that back window of the cage every night, begging for me to whip it every night from now on. Tell me that you understand!"

I was starting to shake and my tears were falling like the trees in the storm. Lisianski was right, I was losing it. I was out of control. I needed something to keep me from slipping over the edge. I needed Lisianski to be in control.

"I promise I will work harder."

"Ok, then," Lisianski sighed. "Tell me how much you love being in your cage and having your back end whipped."

I groaned.

"subGrrl!!!"

"Ok... I love being locked in my cage and being whipped..." I muttered.

"Who do you want to do these things to you, subGrrl? And louder, please," Lisianski demanded.

"I love for my Mistress to lock me in my cage and whip me!" I said a little louder.

"Again!" Lisianski screamed in my brain.

"I love for my Mistress to lock me in..."

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the bathroom stall. "subGrrl? Is that you in there? Are you ok?"