Story 2: Submissive Feminist

Chapter 3:

The day went by without too much trauma. I had to ask NemesisGirl permission to go to the bathroom, but she never attempted to prevent me from doing so, although I was shocked when she unlocked the chain at its attachment to the chair, forcing me to stagger off to the loo with the links banging around my thighs.

After several months of living in a cage, I had taken on a particular set of habits that resulted in me using the bathroom much more during the day at work than at night. It's just the type of thing that happens when you are faced with sleeping draped over a used bedpan. Additionally, I often went to the privacy of a stall simply to convene with Lisianski. Talking to her in public makes people, including myself, a little uncomfortable. Needless to say, NemesisGirl was becoming a bit exasperated by the end of the day.

"Alright, subGrrl! There needs to be some form of payment for my having to take time out of my day to lock and unlock you," she said, finally.

"Just leave me unlocked," I suggested.

"Ha ha! No! When you return from the bathroom, I expect you to give me your panties."

"You want my what?!"

"Panties! Just drop them in my purse over there when you get back," she said.

Well... I did as she said.

The only other moment of concern occurred when BossWoman stopped by to check on an article NemesisGirl was working on (that I had suggested, thank you). At the time, I was clicking away on an obituary for an expired taxidermist and his dream of being buried with the stuffings of all his past cats. (Luckily, his current nest of three cats still had each other. Hopefully they wouldn't miss the replicas of their forebears. Anyways... BossWoman stopped by.)

"Hello, subGrrl! How are you today?" her voice sang.

I turned, squinting into the light she emitted naturally like a halo. I was about to say something when I felt the chain slide subtly across my stomach as I twisted and my voice caught, stillborn. I began to sweat at the thought of her discovering my leashed state. I almost jumped when she lay her lithe hand upon my shoulder - her touch, like a defibrillator shocking my heart up into flight mode.

"You are doing such a great job, as always," she said.

I smiled feebly and she turned to talk with NemesisGirl who had been watching the interaction with a smug little smile pinching her lips.

I turned back to my desk and pretended to write about the necessary coffin modifications to hold all the dead cats while BossWoman's aura pushed up against my back and forced parts of my anatomy to vibrate here and there and blood to surge distractingly.

At the end of the day, I expected NemesisGirl to return my panties. Instead she simply unlocked the chain underneath the chair leaving my leash dangling.

"See you tomorrow, subGrrl," she said and quickly walked away.