Story 2: Submissive Feminist

Chapter 6:

When I arrived at the office, NemesisGirl was already there. She turned and handed me a padlock.

"Morning... Why are your knees so dirty? You are a mess!"

I looked down and started rubbing at the dirt that I must have acquired from the floor of the bus.

"I've decided that from now on you will always be barefoot at the office. So, after you are done locking your leash the chair, give me your shoes."

I scowled, but said nothing and dutifully doffed my sensible flats and placed them on NemesisGirl's desk. She shoved them into a filing cabinet drawer which she closed and locked.

It was strange to walk around the office (when I could) barefoot. Everyone else wore shoes. Some stared, but only Ms. Morality, the HR bitch, said anything.

"Put your shoes on, subGrrl," she spit at me as I made a trip towards the bathroom. "You are violating company policy."

"Ok," I said and padded my way back to my cube.

"Ms. Morality is upset that I'm not wearing shoes," I told NemesisGirl. "And I really have to pee..."

"Go ahead and go then. Don't worry about Ms. M. I'll sort it out," NemesisGirl said and she escorted me to the bathroom. NemesisGirl must have more clout than I expected if she can trump Ms. Morality.

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"How is your day going?" Lisianski asked as I sat on the toilet.

"Hmmpf!" I croaked.

"Bad?"

"Bad?!? What was that thing on the bus? Was that waking dream material? I heard you talking in the night about 'adjusting my reality coefficients'... Was that just a dream?"

"It seemed more like a nightmare to me," Lisianski chuckled.

"Yeah? Fuck you too!"

"Come on, subGrrl! It could have been worse."

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That afternoon, NemesisGirl got up from her desk and as she left the cube said, "Don't forget the team meeting in the conference room!"

"What? Wait! Come back!" I shouted as I jumped up and jerked my chair along behind me briefly.

"Come on! Don't be late!" she said as she walked around the corner.

I dragged my chair over to the entrance of our cubicle and looked around for other people. I couldn't walk around with the chair dragging behind me on the chain. Finally, I sat down and, still shoeless, and began scooting myself, casters squeaking, down the hall to the conference room.

Everyone had already gathered by the time I rolled in. I pulled one of the conference room chairs away from the table and slid into its place. I glanced up to see Ms. Morality sneering at me, her face twisted with hate. Still, she said nothing. I shot NemesisGirl an eat-shit look.

"I guess subGrrl prefers her own chair," NemesisGirl giggled.

My face burned with embarrassment. I couldn't even look at BossWoman afraid that I would spontaneously combust.

I suffered the meeting in my typical silence and afterwards scooted back to the cube.

"That was cruel," I said to NemesisGirl.

"That was fun," she replied, giggling, "And don't forget to call me Mistress, my pet."