Story 2: Submissive Feminist

Chapter 11:

When I arrived at work, after chaining my leash to the chair and giving NemesisGirl my shoes and a pair of panties (I was going to have to pay them to her sometime during the day anyways, so I had stopped wearing them at all. I just carried them in my purse and handed them over first thing in the morning), NemesisGirl gave me an orange spongy ball.

"Hold that in your mouth please," she said.

I took the ball and squeezed it between my teeth. It was not too difficult to keep my jaw closed around it, but it seemed to fill my mouth quite effectively. It also resumed its natural size quite quickly, so even when I opened my mouth, it quickly filled in the extra space. To speak, I would have to pull the saliva soaked thing back through my teeth.

NemesisGirl knelt in front of me and seemed to examine my mouth for a moment. "Say something," she said finally.

I raised my hand to remove the ball, but NemesisGirl quickly shook her head and said, "Nuh-uh!" She obviously wanted me to try to speak with the ball in my mouth.

I had opened my mouth and uttered a tiny muffled sound, but quickly closed my mouth as I felt drool leak out my lips. Embarrassed, I raised my hand to wipe it away, but before I could NemesisGirl had placed her finger on my lips. She had never touched me before in any way. When she did, it felt electric. I froze outwardly in order to camouflage the palpitations that I suddenly felt inside. I felt the desire to kiss her finger. I believe that my lips even twitched and began to purse, but I stopped them short.

NemesisGirl scooped the drop of drool away with her finger. Then she leaned forward and gently kissed my lips, airy and silky, early spring leaves, mint. After a second of shock, I pulled away. NemesisGirl frowned, but seemed to search my face for a moment. She must have found what she was looking for, perhaps it was my confusion. She quickly smiled with a satisfied hum, stood and turned back to her desk.

"That should keep you quiet, I think," she said leaving me hanging with a firm grip on my tethering chair.

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NemesisGirl bade me to keep the ball in my mouth almost all the time while I was in the office. And I did. So rarely had I ever spoken to my coworkers before, that no one seemed to notice when my silence was suddenly a required state. Even Lisianski seemed to play along as she rarely required my interaction until we were riding away from the office on the evening bus.

Two days later, I was spun suddenly in my chair and hauled down the hall, barefoot, tethered, and gagged. NemesisGirl was driving me this day and she merely said, "Time for the weekly team meeting."

I "mmmpfd!" in alarm and reached for my mouth, but NemesisGirl growled softly, "Leave it!"

Oddly enough, Lisianski said the same two words at precisely the same time in a voice a mere two full steps lower.

Others were already waiting when we arrived at the conference room, Ms. Morality wearing a vile visage. NemesisGirl slid me up to the table and then went to sit directly across from me.

BossWoman informed us that the Machete Man was the suspected murderer of a thirteenth victim in the region. All the victims had been middle class women. The only fact that has related the murders together, is the mode in which the victims had been dispatched - a large bladed implement applied forcefully and repeatedly to the abdomen in a hacking fashion.

And speaking of fashion... as a segue... Some fashion companies were beginning to release lines of clothing featuring embedded strips of steel and carbon fiber. These garments were being marketed as Machete Man proof. BossWoman began to show us some images of the various offerings.

"Ooo, sexy!" Worker Bee, an indentured journalist, said. It seemed that most featured particularly tight corsets. One even looked, for all intents, like a full length latex body suit. Few of the garments left much to the imagination.

"We want," BossWoman explained, "to write an article about these garments and I am looking for angles. How should we approach the subject? Of course, three of the manufacturers are advertisers, so keep that in mind... subGrrl, what angle would you suggest?"

This form of questioning was a new tactic. My eyes bulged for a second. I felt blood drain from my face. I slowly shrugged my shoulders and used the gesture to slink lower into my chair as I tried to make the ball in my mouth suddenly dissolve.

"Come on, subGrrl! I know that you have an opinion. Share it with us please!" BossWoman said, her eyes a-twinkle, her smile - brilliant. I shrank a little lower. I was going to disappoint her with my silence. My heart was aching. Maybe NemesisGirl was going to make up an excuse for me! I looked across the table at her.

"Yeah, subGrrl, you have all kinds of great ideas, but you always keep them to yourself," NemesisGirl smiled.

Fuck! The bitch was trying to get me fired. I shot her an evil look, to which she merely continued watching with an amused interest.

I sank even lower and placed a hand over my mouth. As discreetly as possible with the entire table staring at me, I opened my mouth and ripped the sopping ball from behind my teeth. After shoving the ball into my lap, I wiped a line of drool off my cheek with my sleeve in a particularly uncivilized manner.

"Great balls!" Ms. Morality exclaimed. "She's got so much gum in her mouth, she can't even talk."

"I think..." I said clearing my throat a little. "I think it is kind of evil that those corporations are profiting off the acts of a deranged and violent human being."

I looked around at the faces in the room all staring at me like I was speaking a foreign language. Well, NemesisGirl was still smirking and BossWoman was still a-glow, but otherwise... "Besides these outfits look like they would be kind of uncomfortable to wear for long periods of time. They were probably designed by men..."

I looked around the room again searching for the crickets and dropping pins. "That was a joke..."

"If you could curb your feminist rantings every once in a while, subGrrl, you might actually be able to get a man," Ms. Morality scoffed.

I looked at her somewhat confused. "Get a man? I live in an apartment thusly remediating the need to hire landscapers of any sort," I said as innocently as possible.

"Oh! Well, I assumed that is why you have started wearing skirts to work every day..." Ms Morality sniped clueless as ever. "I bought the carbon fiber burka just last week," she continued with a proud, snooty smile.

"Interesting angle, subGrrl. I like that," BossWoman smiled and she moved to the next person at the table.

I looked up at NemesisGirl who, when she caught my glance began to tap her lips with a forefinger, apparently indicating that she expected for me to reinsert the ball immediately.

I pretended like I was yawning and shoved the ball back into my mouth.