Zippers

PART 10

 

 

By the end of the morning we took each others gags out. It was wonderful to finally be free from the gagging and to have the constant pressure relieved from my throat. My jaw had started to ache intensely from being held open. Though it felt much better to be able to finally relax it, every time I moved it to speak, I was reminded of how sore it was.

 

After Trisha had left, we had cuddled for about five minutes and then decided to carry on working. Lisa had picked up speed at the electrolysis and had got about halfway up my calf. I looked at my legs. Since I had last shaved there were short, dark stubs starting to grow back. It was easy to see the targets and where they had been obliterated. I touched myself on the patch that was bare. It was perfectly soft and smooth, permanently.

 

'I'm so sorry about the gags, Anita', Lisa had said,' please don't hate me for resisting her. I just can't take it, not from her'

 

With that she had dissolved into a stream of tears.

 

'There, there, it’s okay', I said holding her, rocking her gently, 'let's take a break and I'll make us some tea'

 

She buried her head into my breast.

 

'They are turning us into whores aren't they?' she said, looking up into my eyes.

 

I looked away.

 

'I don't know, Lisa, I really don't know'

 

'Come on Anita! We've got big tits. We can't walk without the help of fuck-me heels! They’ve had our assholes bleached for fuck's sake! What else could it be for?!'

 

I started to cry too. I didn't want to be made into a slut. I stood up and scampered out, on tiptoes, to the kitchen. I wanted to forget the whole idea and started hurriedly to make drinks.

 

'Please don't be upset with me, Anita', she had followed me and was standing in the doorway. She came up behind me and held me.

 

'I'm so scared too’, she pressed her head into my back,’ At least we have each other now'

 

She turned me round and lifted my teary face to look at her. She tried to smile. I tried to smile back. We held each other again, both in tears.

 

'I'm so glad you are staying here you know', I sobbed to her.

 

'So am I, you're all I have now', she sobbed back.

 

 

 

 

By the end of the day we were both bare on one leg each and I had taken all the hair off up to above Lisa's mid-thigh. It had been a monotonous, repetitive exercise but we were both getting much faster and more efficient as the day wore on. We had been able to talk, unrestricted, for the first time. There had hardly been a moment of silence between us since we had taken the gags off. It was as if, by talking, we could take refuge within each other, away from the terrible reality; away from the tyranny of our Mistresses’ plans for us.

 

It had been truly cathartic for me to tell her my story. I had not been able to speak to a soul about the details of my subversion and subsequent torment. I told her everything, all the terrible details and she listened patiently, as she worked on my leg. By the end, she was in tears for me. She didn’t seem much surprised by any of it. I was sure a lot of it was very familiar to her. She told me how brave I was. She kissed me and told me that other girls wouldn’t have made it this far, that I was made of tough stuff. I didn’t feel like it. She then told me what had happened to her.

 

She had been married, as it happened, to a wealthy man. He had made his money selling beer; owning several large commercial breweries and a handful of internationally recognised brand names. She had met him several years ago by which time he was already a dashing, young multi-millionaire. They had quickly fallen in love and were married after only six months. She had been so happy with him to start with. Things had, unfortunately, turned very sour when, fairly recently, she had discovered that he had been sleeping with his secretary. After hiring a private detective, she found out that she was only one of many other women in his life and that he was not only a serial adulterer but a regular at a number of different strip clubs and brothels throughout London. She had been devastated. She had confronted him and told him of her plan to divorce him. As a lawyer herself she planned to take him for all he was worth.

 

It had been around this time that his sister had contacted her. They had never really known each other too well but she had been very keen to help support her, during this difficult time. Her sister had told her how her brother didn’t deserve to have such a wife after the way that he had behaved. She was so apologetic for his behaviour and took it upon herself to make amends in the name of her family. Lisa had, after some initial suspicion, warmed to her and accepted her peace-offer of a course of relaxation sessions. The idea was that it would help to relieve the considerable stress that she was facing. She had been introduced to Dr Vivienne Black who was a good friend of her sister-in-law and things had gone from there. Now, her brain had been treated and she was completely at her sister-in-law’s mercy. Trisha had told her, in no uncertain terms; that she would be terribly punished for presuming that she could attempt to ruin her brother. She had told her that she had always despised her and had felt that her brother had married far too far below himself. She had told Lisa that she was no better than a common street-whore and that she would see to it that Lisa understood that and was reminded of it every day of her life. As well as that, Lisa had simplified her divorce settlement so that she would take none of their joint assets. She had instructed her firm that she just wanted an immediate annulment of her marriage without a difficult courtroom struggle. She had, of course, signed all the relevant paperwork, rendering herself destitute. She had then resigned from her job and transferred her flat and other assets to Trisha. She had moved out to come to the clinic and now my home was where she would live and the small bag from the clinic, the sum of her possessions.

 

We had stopped stripping each others hairs to hold each other.

 

‘I know you have been forced to come here Lisa. But I want you to know that you are so welcome here in my house. Please try to see it as your own, as ours, somewhere shared’

 

I decided that then was a good time to show her round.

 

'Come, let me show you round', I said trying to sound as enthusiastic as I could. It was a pretty pointless exercise as she had already seen all the rooms except the bedroom. I just wanted to try and raise our spirits a little. I wanted her to feel welcome, especially as I now knew she was otherwise homeless.

 

I showed her where everything was kept in the kitchen; where all the food was stored and the freezer. I showed her to the bedroom. As I opened the door I was a little startled. There was a suitcase there.

 

'My things!’ Lisa exclaimed, obviously recognising her luggage. As she picked up the case and laid it on the bed, popping the catches, I noticed a letter resting on the pillows. As I picked it up, I noticed the word 'Sluts', written in thick black ink; it was addressed to us.

 

With a feeling of dread, I took it and opened it.

 

It said that from now on we would be both sharing the only bed in the house; my single. It then said that as a part of our 'training' it had become necessary for us to start to master the sexual arts. Every night, until told otherwise, we would sleep together, during which time Lisa would be required to bring me, with her mouth only, to orgasm. I stared at it, taken aback as Lisa took it from my hand and read it herself.

 

'No!' she said, 'I can't do that, Anita'

 

She looked up at me, and I at her.

 

'We must', I said, 'We have no choice'

 

'God damn it, Anita! There's always a choice! This has gone too far. I say enough!'

 

'Don't be stupid, Lisa. What can we possibly do? Eh? What can we do?’

 

I knew that a refusal on her part would count as one for me too.

 

'We're helpless', I was starting to shout at her, 'we're fucked! Can't you see that? They have complete control over us. Any "choice" we think we have is what they are allowing us to have. What choice do we have? It's either do what they say or be punished. And then maybe they'll make us do what they say anyway by commanding us to. No, Lisa, the only choice we have is, we do it now or we get punished and then do it later'

 

'I know that, Anita. I'm just saying that there may be another way out of this. It's not good but it's the only one with any dignity, I can tell you that much'

 

With this, she turned away and looked out of the small bedroom window.

 

I was silent. I had had those thoughts myself.

 

'We'll be gradually forced to do more and more demeaning things until life will truly be worse than death'

 

She turned around again, solemn and deadly serious.

 

'We could choose to take control.’ Her hands were formed into fists ‘We could end this for each other, painlessly. What else do we have to live for now, hmmm? I don't think you want to be a slut and I sure as hell don't'

 

We looked at each other, silent for a minute. I could see the logic behind what she was suggesting but I couldn't bear to think about the actual execution. I had never thought that I would be seriously considering anything like this. I had always thought that however bad life got, there would be a way to cope with it. Things had clearly changed.

 

'Look, if we are going to disobey then that means we have to do it now, or very soon', I said.

 

Lisa nodded in agreement.

 

'And.......I don't think I'm ready to do that yet, Lisa', I looked at her through a blurred teary vision, 'can we not think about it just a little longer. It's such a big step and once we do it, there couldn't be any going back'

 

'So you want me to have sex with you then?' she asked.

 

'No! No! I don't want that at all, Lisa!.....Please try and understand that I find the idea as revolting as you do', I implored her,' I think we need to buy ourselves more time to think, that's all'

 

She turned away and paced up and down. After a few minutes she said,

 

'All right. I'll do it. I agree that we shouldn't be rash about this but we should set a time. If things aren't improving by then, then we must go through with it. I suppose it will give us a chance to prepare anyway. If anything else happens though, we should just do it. I don't know how, find a railway line or jump in front of a bus or something, anything. I'm not having that bitch do much more of this to me. You understand? There's only so much I can take and I can't take much more, Anita'

 

'I understand, Lisa, believe me. Come on, let's get back to the electrolysis or we'll definitely be made to suffer'