Story 1: Submissive

Chapter 12:

I awoke to a stench in the middle of the night wadded into a sticky ball. My period had started and I lay in a pool of blood. I called out to Lisianski, but she wouldn't answer. I wept and pulled at the padlock of my cage for most of the night.

I must have drifted off towards dawn, for suddenly it was light and the cage was unlocked. Dirty, I poured out of the cage and tumbled to the floor. I showered and cleaned the cage. I dumped my last few maxi's into my purse and prepared to go to work.

"Where are my house keys?" I asked staring at a lightened key ring.

"How the fuck would I know?" Lisianski answered rudely. "You must have had them when you came home, otherwise you never would have gotten through the door. Did you leave them in the lock outside?"

I checked, but they weren't there. Either I hadn't left them in the lock or... I certainly hope no one took them. I suddenly had visions of Machete Man palming my house keys waiting for the right night to creep in and commence his skewering.

"Come on, subGrrl! You're going to miss the bus."

I grabbed a set of spares from the cabinet and ran for the bus.

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I was particularly miserable that day. My mood only worsened when NemesisGirl gave me a "gift". It was a leather choker with a single silver steel loop meant to hang in the hollow of my neck. She fit it around my neck herself and commanded me to wear it all the time except for when I showered.

As I sat solitary on the evening bus home, now well accustomed to the wide berth I was afforded by the other patrons, I mentioned to Lisianski that I would need to stop at the pharmacy for more sanitary napkins. She simply mumbled that she was ok with that plan.

Perhaps I made a particularly circuitous route through the pharmacy on purpose. I waved at the pharmacist who smiled and waved back. I had selected a large box of pads when the pharmacist shouted out to me.

"subGrrl! You've had a prescription waiting here for you for weeks. Don't you need your medicine?"

I acted surprised, though inside I was smiling. Lisianski seemed to shuffle nervously, but she didn't say anything. "Oh, yeah! I DO need those, now."

I paid for everything and then, in a flash of an eye, I popped the top of the medicine bottle and before Lisianski could voice her warning, I tossed a blue-green capsule in my mouth and swallowed it whole.

I expected Lisianski to raise holy terror inside my head, but she didn't say a word as I strolled with renewed vigor out the door.

I had my medicine! I had taken my medicine! No more Lisianski! "Later, bitch!" I said boldly.

I took the bus home. When I got to my apartment I stuck my tongue out at the cage sitting on my dining room table and flung NemesisGirl's leather choker across the room. I ordered a pizza and sprawled in front of the TV to watch some awful shows. When it was time I went to my bedroom and stretched out upon my wonderful neglected bed reaching with each limb to the farthest corner possible. I imagined myself chained spread eagle on the bed until I felt a shiver of arousal flutter within me, and, suddenly uncomfortable, I curled into a ball. I fell asleep in peace still wearing my clothes.

That night I dreamt of Laysan. She pulled me out my window and we flew skyclad through the air. The countryside was colored blue-green. Indeed, it seemed to be raining medicine capsules. We landed next to a pond of pills and dipped our toes in to check the temperature. Laysan jumped in and began to do the back stroke through the soft capsules. I jumped in as well, inhaling a mouthful of drugs and spitting them out like a fountain.

Later, I found a hose that sprayed pills and I aimed it at Laysan. She brushed the capsules through her long hair and let them pour over her naked breasts and drip through the links of her chains.

Soon we lay on the shore of the pond holding hands and watching the pills swirl counterclockwise, watching birds dive and fish jump singing and flipping.

I awoke into darkness, bent and cramped.

"What the fuck!" I peered out through the metal bars of my cage. In the dim light I could see my medicine bottle, opened and emptied.

"Hello, bitch!" Lisianski sang. "You are in big trouble, aren't you?"

"What?" I said, flabbergasted. "You're not supposed to be here!"

"It takes a few dosages for the medicine to build up in your system," Lisianski explained. "I must say, though, I am particularly disappointed that you would willingly choose to suspend our relationship and jeopardize the mission."

"Where are my pills?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes. I swept my hand across my naked torso to feel NemesisGirl's choker buckled tightly - a new, small, keyed lock in back hidden by my hair.

"I think," Lisianski continued, "that we should increase the number of lashings that you receive each night."

"This isn't fair!" I screamed.

"Oh, yes! Hmmm... I think you should now get fifteen instead of just ten."

"For how long?" I asked.

"Indefinitely, of course," Lisianski replied.

"What?! No!"

"Do you think eighteen is more fitting?" Lisianski asked.

"No! Please!" I cried.

"You're right! A round number is much easier to remember. Twenty! Twenty lashings each night."

"No!"

"Do you want more, subGrrl?"

"No, Mistress," I wept.

"We'll also need to make up the ones you miss due to your period."

I felt down and realized that I was wearing panties.

"It turns out, your antics were a blessing in disguise. Now that your supply is gone and since your medication is controlled, there is no way that you will be able to get more for three months. We don't have to worry about that anymore. Now, quit whimpering and go to sleep," Lisianski commanded. "Oh! And you might want to flush the toilet a couple more times in the morning to make sure all those pills don't clog the pipes."