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 to 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 spat at me as I made a trip towards the bathroom. "You are violating company policy."

"Okay," 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."

Chapter 7:

From that day on, I spent my days shoeless and chained and I spent my nights smoldering, gagged and handcuffed. My hallucinations began to increase in frequency.

Two days later when I was sitting, writing an obituary, a small animated cartoon popped up in the lower right hand side of my screen. At first I thought it was that annoying paper clip that used to pop up all the time when using MS Office products, but when I looked at it, I realized that instead of a paper clip, it was a chastity belt. The chastity belt, though, had simple round eyes with fuzzy brows that hovered in the air over the faceplate. Blocky white gloves and thick white boots enabled the chastity belt to dance around and gesticulate with impunity. I began clicking around it trying to make it go away.

"Hi, subGrrl," it said in a rich, masculine voice. "How are you today?"

I looked over towards NemesisGirl out of the corner of my eye. She was absorbed in something. I decided that the voice had not come from my speakers. I continued dragging my mouse around trying to select and cut the image off my screen. The cartoon jumped around nonplussed.

"You know how these stories go, don't you, subGrrl? You've read so many of them recently, after all..." the chastity belt said. "As the story goes along, the heroine finds herself trapped in ever more restrictive bondage. By the end, something permanent is applied and the poor girl is left to eternally wallow in her unfulfilled desires. It's a very effective and natural plot progression. It matches life so well after all."

I saved the document that I was working on and tried to shut down the application. Still the chastity belt was there.

"So, let's see... At first there was just a cage. Now, you're gagged, handcuffed, chained... You know where your story is headed, don't you, subGrrl? I bet that Lisianski is checking your measurements right now and purchasing a chastity belt for you to stew in - a big, bulky, heavy one..."

I decided that I would try to reboot my machine.

"I have a suggestion for you. Beat her to the punch! Take me!"

"Fucking machine!" I mumbled under my breath. NemesisGirl looked over at me. "This operating system takes forever to reboot!" I explained. She smirked and turned back to her work.

"The way I see it," the animated chastity belt continued, "if you wait for Lisianski, that would be kind of like being set up for an arranged marriage. That's where I come in. I'm here to woo you. I'm here to make you fall in love with me."

Then the chastity belt began to sing. "Crazy. I'm crazy for feeling so lonely..."

The operating system seemed to have shut down, but the chastity belt was still there, singing. I twisted the screen around and reached for the power cable.

"Wait!" the chastity belt screamed. "Look at me! I'm small and compact. No one will ever know that I'm with you. You'll still be able to wear that bikini on the beaches in the south of France! That's because I won't actually be locked on you - more like, installed. I don't have a bulky locking mechanism. I mate for life. They'll bury us together."

"Fuck that!" I whispered and yanked the power cord from the monitor.

When I turned the monitor back around, I emitted a short scream. The chastity belt had stepped out of the screen and was now standing on my desk in technicolor 3D.

"Hey!" the chastity belt said waving a fat gloved hand. "I see you're naked now."

"What?! Eeee!"

I jumped back from the desk rolling in my chair. Sure enough I was stark naked. Well, almost. The collar was still locked around my neck and my chain leash snaked down between my breasts, across my lap, between my legs, and around the edge of the seat. I covered my nudity as best as I could with my hands.

"You're beautiful, subGrrl! Here! Let Old Steely place an eternal kiss upon your nether lips. I promise to love and tease you for the rest of your life." He puckered his lips.

"I'm going to beat that squiggly mouth right off your faceplate!" I grabbed the keyboard and raised it to attack the chastity belt.

"subGrrl!!!"

I froze and turned to NemesisGirl who was staring at me with a wrinkled brow and well-turned frown. Using only my eyes, I scanned around the cubicle to see if "Old Steely" was still around (he wasn't), if I had clothes on or not (I did).

"Heh heh! Computer problems..." I smiled as I slowly, cautiously settled back into my chair.

"Ok! Well! You're talking to yourself again. It's very distracting! And loud!" NemesisGirl complained as she turned back to her desk. "We'll need to fix that, I think... Tomorrow..."

Chapter 8:

That night I had an amazing dream with Laysan.

When I awoke to the dream world, I found that I was naked except for the chain and collar that NemesisGirl made me wear. I was in a steam filled room. At least, I assumed it was a room. I felt a tiled floor under my bare feet, but the soft glow of the white steam concealed any other features that may have existed. My leash actually disappeared into the steam somewhere over my head.

I watched the slack slip out of the leash and felt it tug against my collar, so I began to walk to see where it would lead me. I began to descend a ramp. My feet splashed loudly into a thick liquid which grew deeper with every step I was forced to take.

As I continued the level of the warm liquid rose above my knees to where I could see it through the steam. It was the color of butterscotch and smelled just as sweet. I saw a shadow ahead which resolved itself into the beautiful form of my lovely Laysan. She reached out and pulled herself into my arms, her cheek pressed against mine, her foot snaking around the back of my legs somewhere under the waist deep pool.

She stepped back and looked into my eyes with her beautiful smile sitting serenely upon her face. She gently kissed two fingertips on her right hand and gently pressed them to my heart which suddenly filled with a love more thick than even the liquid which filled our bath.

"I love you, too," I whispered.

A tub filled with neatly folded washcloths and containers of soaps and lotions floated out of the steam. As she stared into my eyes, Laysan cupped some of the sweet liquid in her hand and poured it against my belly and I realized that she was going to bathe me.

She pulled me close to her again, hugging me tightly. Her nose just below mine, her large, friendly eyes staring into my own. She nodded her head slightly and then began to pull me down. I let my knees bend and we slipped under the luxurious surface of the candied broth. The liquid felt so thick and smooth and it tugged at my hair. We remained underneath for what seemed to be forever, but I was never scared of running out of breath. Eventually, Laysan pushed up and we rose together back out of the pool. The sweet butterscotch ran thickly from Laysan's long tresses and dripped from link to link of her ever present chains that decorated her slim arms from collar to cuff.

She wrapped her chains and her arms around me and looked over my shoulder as she pulled a container from the floating tub. I heard a cork pop, then she rose up higher and poured some of the contents onto the crown of my head. I heard the container rattle back into the tub and she began working the syrup, smelling of fennel and sweet grass, into my scalp. Always, she held me particularly close so that our lips would brush against each other if we were to lean just a little. Bubbles tumbled from my head and slickened the surfaces where our skin met, across our chests, between our breasts and over the swell of our bellies. I tried my best to rub against her as she worked. Oh! Such a silky feeling!

After she squeezed and wrung the bubbles into the extent of my hair, she tapped me twice on my shoulder and held her hand out to the side, cupped as though she were carrying a delicate song. She pulled at my arm until I understood that I should hold my hand in the same manner. She reached around me and retrieved the container, pouring a healthy dollop into my open hand. She looked into my eyes, then flashed them up twice. I took the shampoo and wiped it across the top of her head. She tapped my arm quickly and held up the container, so I cupped my hand again and gave me more to wash with. Indeed Laysan's hair is thick and long flowing down her back and past the swell of her beautiful rear.

I did for her as she had done for me massaging her scalp, slowly descending, our foreheads pressed together. After I was done she pulled us under again and when we surfaced we twisted and wrung each other's hair until the suds had fallen softly away.

Next Laysan pulled out a bubble filled loofah and began to scrub my arms from shoulder to tip. Throughout her ministrations she held me close, her thighs wrapped around mine, perhaps - a hand sliding luxuriously across the soft flesh of my cheek, perhaps.

She scrubbed my torso relentlessly and it was painful, but delicious. Perhaps, it was pain, indeed, that she was scraping away. She scrubbed at my breasts and my nipples and underneath until I squeaked and moaned, across my belly, stabbing at my navel and down the swell of my pubis as I fought off giggles and squirms. She twisted me around, and pushed my soaking hair over my shoulder and using two hands, now, pushed and scraped at my back. My leash pulled at my collar and helped me keep balance and when even that failed, Laysan wrapped a leg around mine to keep me upright.

Finally, she re-soaped the loofah and handed it to me. She pressed a finger into my chest and then pointed at herself. So, I began to scrub her down, exactly as she had done for me. As I washed her, I examined her chains. They were beautifully smooth and lighter than they appeared. When I pulled her hair away from her neck I realized that a word was engraved in her metal collar in marvelously scripted letters. "FOREVER" it said. I certainly could find no keyhole or slot or seam, and so, decided that these were always part of her now.

As I began to scrub her back I noticed a vicious scar that I had never seen before. It had always been covered by her beautiful hair. The scar ran from her right shoulder to her left hip - a line of mottled skin that rose and dissolved along its path like a stitch in a hem. However, instead of silk, this thread was as thick as a heavy cable.

I briefly rubbed my finger across the scar on her shoulder until she looked back at me, frowning slightly. I lightly kissed the tips of my fingers and pressed them back to the scar. When Laysan smiled at my gesture, tears began to pour from my eyes and I sobbed for the pain that Laysan must have endured to acquire such a badge.

As I scrubbed her back, Laysan pushed back equally hard against me like a cat, her back arched. I was trembling against her beauty.

Chapter 9:

The level of the pool had dropped as we had washed each other. The warm, sweet, liquid tickled me mid-thigh as Laysan reclaimed the loofah and began to scrub my back end. Once again she assumed no restriction or restraint and ground the rough surface of the sponge with power, precision, and depth leaving me yipping and hopping from time to time and toe to toe.

She turned me to face her and scrubbed my pubis as well. She placed the loofah back into the tub and knelt in the butterscotch before me, pulling me towards her until her cheek pressed softly against my sex. I began to tremble with lust and hope and anticipation. After a moment, she looked up into my eyes. When she saw that I was focused, she tapped each of my arms and then brought her hands together over her head with her fingers entwined in a double fist. Then she tapped my stomach twice. Apparently, she wanted me to hold my hands together. I folded my hands together as she had and held them at my abdomen. Once I was done, she grabbed one of my wrists in each hand, pulled my hands apart, pushed my arms around behind me and let them go. When she brought her own hands back into my view, she clasped them again with fingers interlaced. I realized what she wanted and made a double fist behind my back.

Laysan smiled at me for a moment, then began to cup liquid from the pool and pour it gently over my sex. I gasped and my knees buckled slightly when she began to pull at my labia, rinsing as she did. I closed my eyes and arched my back, stealing breaths when I could among the rhythm of arousal that began to drum within me. Oh, please! Just a little more finger in the right places! I could not stand the arousal much more and my right hand moved around my body to help. I felt a stinging slap on my forearm and Laysan pushed my arms around behind me again. I reclasped my hands and began to weep. I'm so weak!

Laysan patted my sex twice to comfort me, but then resumed her detailed cleansing, pushing me as she did towards an overpowering need. My pelvis bounced and lurched of its own accord seeking to follow where Laysan's delicate fingers had been. I tried to present myself, to arrange myself for maximum contact. Indeed I wanted Laysan on me. I wanted her all over me. But, she continued washing and softly coaxing my sex. For a second I feared that Lisianski had already corrupted Laysan and she would merely tease me to insanity. I realized, though, that Laysan's teasing was a tool to allow me to express my desire as completely and as fully as I could.

I opened my eyes. The steam around us flashed with colors, rich and intense. I felt the tickle of the colors flow from within me, their wavelengths buzzing from my open pores - snapping and popping as Laysan's soapy fingers slid across my flesh. Breathe!

Finally, she began to finger my clitoris, coaxing and rinsing it. My left leg gave out and I started to collapse, moaning and splashing. I had lost muscle control. Laysan caught me as I trembled and wept in her arms. She laid me back so that I floated on the surface of the pool and slowly scooped water over my head as I helplessly breathed the words "thank you" over and over.

When I had reclaimed control, Laysan helped me back to my feet and wiped my sex with a smooth, soft cloth. Then she continued bathing me - down my legs, pulling feet and bending knees until she was finished. I was in such a daze that I remained standing, stone still, until I realized that she had stood, pulled my hands apart and pressed the loofah into my palm. It was now my turn to do her.

I copied her pattern once again. She obviously had two purposes in this exercise. She wanted to clean me, but also, she was teaching me how to clean someone else - how to serve.

When I had knelt and began to rinse her sex, she clasped her hands behind her back as she had taught me. As I manipulated the folds of her sex, I wondered if I would be able to have the same effect on her that she did for me. I wanted more than anything in the world to provide her with ultimate pleasure, but I wasn't sure that I would be capable. After washing a bit, in fact, I was certain that I was failing as she had reacted minimally.

When I looked up into her face, though, I saw that her eyes were closed and her lips had parted slightly to allow larger breaths. I pressed my cheek to the inside of her thigh. I could feel a tremor deep within her. I stopped worrying about my actions and used the tremor to lead me as I went along. As the tremor within her grew I began to smell the fragrance of her arousal.

I have provided pleasure to women in my life, dear reader. Sometimes it was a purposeful thing where I thought of myself and my preferences and applied them to my lover in a calculated escalation of contact and caress - a purposeful placement of fingers, a planned thrust and curling of knuckles. This, my friends, was nothing so noetic, nothing so purposive. I was driven solely by arousal. Laysan's thrill swept into my soul and drove me in the steam and sweet pool. Heaven must be such a place.

Soon, I was assaulted by a whip of wet hair. Laysan had begun to bend forward and was about to collapse, so I stood and caught her in my arms. I held her body close, feeling her heart pound next to mine, until she could stand on her own again.

We stood together as close as possible squeezing our bodies together, breasts and bellies and thighs. She kissed me and I met her lips with a degree of ferocity. I pushed my tongue between her lips and felt along her teeth. I tried to explore further, but her jaw remained fixed. There was something foreign on the surface of some teeth - something textured.

I stepped back and pushed a finger between her lips, tentatively at first until I understood that she did not mind. To each side of her mouth I found wires - some kind of orthodontia, perhaps. I think that her mouth is wired shut. Regardless, there seemed to be no passage past the impenetrable wall of her teeth.

Laysan brought her hand to my mouth as well and slipped two fingers inside. I opened my mouth and watched as she smiled, strangely amused as she pinched and tousled my tongue. After a moment, I closed my lips around her fingers and sucked on them until she pulled them away.

Chapter 10:

Laysan pointed at my eyes. She pointed at herself and then my lips, finally waving the fingers of her hand away from my mouth.

"You want me to watch you and tell you what I see?" I asked.

She smiled and nodded her head.

She pointed at herself. "You..." I said.

She cupped her hands over her heart and then pointed at me.

"You love me?" She nodded. "I love you, too. Very, very much," I responded.

She cupped her hands over her heart again. "Love...?"

Next she began to use signals that I was familiar with only because I have played charades before long, long ago.

"Small word..." I said, watching her fingers. "Love is..."

Laysan shook her head, no.

"Sounds like..." Laysan mimed lifting something off her head. "Small word that sounds like hat.... At! 'Love at...'"

Laysan stood up straight and tall and waved her hand down her lean stomach. "Belly?" I asked. Then she drew an arc away from her body from under her breasts to the bottom of her abdomen and expanded her cheeks like she was holding her breath. "Belly? Full?" She nodded, smiling. "'Love at full...'"

Laysan held a forearm parallel to the floor. She used two fingers to dance along its length. "Walking?" She shook her head and pointed to her temples. "Head? No. You're trying to describe a concept."

She held her arm parallel again, but this time moved her fingers briskly along its length. "Walking and running?... Hmmm... Fast and slow? Ok. Sounds like..."

Laysan made a fist with her right hand and struck it down against her chest right over her heart. I jumped slightly, strangely alarmed. "Sounds like 'stab'?"

From the point where Laysan's imaginary knife had punctured her flesh, she began to trace a slow, meandering line down her torso with the tip of her finger. "Blood? Sounds like 'blood'? No... bleed! Sounds like 'bleed'. Hmmm..." I thought for a second. "Slow and fast. Sounds like 'bleed'... Speed! Yes! 'Love at full speed!'"

I was so excited. Communicating with Laysan was fun! But we really needed to learn sign language if we were going to get anywhere.

"Love at full speed! Oh... there's more? Small word. 'Is'. 'Love at full speed is...'"

Laysan then pressed her palm lightly on my shoulder. "Love at full speed is a shoulder? Love at full speed is a shoulder to lean upon?" Laysan shook her head, no.

She raised her hand high above her head and brought it down on my shoulder with a loud clapping sound. "Owww! That hurt like hell! Fuck!" My shoulder was stinging badly and quickly turned a tomato shade of red. "That's not how you play charades. 'Love at full speed is hurt?'" Laysan coaxed me to continue on that line of thought. "Love at full speed is pain?"

Laysan was jumping up and down, splashing in the pool, smiling and pointing at me as I rubbed my shoulder.

"Love at full speed is pain? Heh heh... Ok. Nice, but... I don't understand why you are telling me this," I admitted.

Laysan stepped up and gave me a firm kiss on the lips, then stepped back, her hand lingering on my left breast over my heart, her fingers pressing firmly against my skin just below my shoulder.

"Mmmm," I responded and opened my eyes. She was looking at me strangely. Perhaps she was cringing as though something unpleasant was about to happen.

I became nervous and confused suddenly and in that second Laysan dug her fingers into my skin. Not just my skin though. She dug them into my chest and I screamed and began to convulse in pain. She pulled her hand down and as she did I heard an odd shattering sound like breaking ceramic. I then felt a coldness whistle into my chest. My heart felt as though it was going to explode. My knees buckled and I began to collapse.

I couldn't scream anymore. I couldn't control my muscles. Laysan had caught me and held me, her face serious and concerned.

The cold blew out towards my extremities which had begun to twitch uncontrollably. My vision dimmed from the pain, so I tried to focus on Laysan's face. Why?

I think I was having a seizure of some sort. It's too much, Laysan. You've made me feel too much! I can't live with feelings. It hurts too bad!

I tried to continue to focus on Laysan but my head rolled back and my eyes stared off into the steam which darkened and closed in all around me until I was gone.