Zippers

PART 21

 

It was ten in the morning when we awoke to the sound of the phone ringing. It didn’t stop, even after a minute, as I emerged from my sleepy twilight. In the end, Lisa beat me to it and stood there, listening.

 

‘Yes Mistress’ I heard her say and then she put the phone down.

 

I noticed that the computer screen was flashing. I started to worry that we had overslept as I clicked the mouse. Up popped a sheet with ‘Training Plans’ written at the top. There followed the day’s date. There were then two columns, one was Lisa’s and one mine. I was immediately glad that the first item was scheduled for eleven o’clock; someone had appreciated that we had had a difficult day.

 

I was less happy as I saw that I was first up with ninety minutes on the training machine. Subconsciously, my lip hung down and my shoulders slouched as I remembered how unpleasant it had been the day before. I was taken with a feeling of resignation and helplessness. If the screen had said four hours, then that is what I would have had to have done; none of my life was to be under my own control it seemed. As I scanned my way down the list; erotic dance; behaviour development; dress inspection; assignment, I started to fret; would I never be set free?

 

The residual comfort from the night’s sleep now fully dissipated, I called Lisa over and she looked, equally dismayed, at her own list. It seemed that the erotic dance session would be for both of us, whereas for her first session she simply had to get dressed and do the shopping for the house. I would much rather have done that than face the machine again.

 

I took the spare hour as a chance to get a shower and finally clean yesterday’s deposits from inside me. Then we had some breakfast. I couldn’t get the impending tasks out of my mind, so I couldn’t relax as we drank our juice and coffee. With the cups drained and sitting in the empty sink, we got ready to start our programmes. At two minutes to eleven, Lisa had just fetched her shoes to go out, and I was ready to take my robe off and submit to the accursed machine but there was a knock at the door. Lisa looked at me in surprise and answered it.

 

‘Inside, NOW, slut!’

 

It was Vivienne and she marched her way in; she had a scowl on her face. Immediately frightened, I threw myself onto the floor and started to frantically lick at her boot; but she kicked me away. Lisa’s attempt was also met with a firm rebuke, Vivienne’s heel digging into her forehead and shoeing her painfully away.

 

‘Kneel there, both of you, heads to the floor’

 

We both scrabbled to comply. I was shaking. Mistress was not happy.

 

Vivienne cut straight to the point

 

‘You have deliberately disobeyed your instructions. I am told that you decided it was not necessary for your late night oral training session?’

 

My heart sank, Oh no, please not that! We both whimpered

 

‘You, slut’ she kicked at Lisa ‘must actually get off on punishments; you remember that I said that any more trouble from you and you would go into the slave box, yes?’

 

At that, Lisa just snapped.

 

‘NO!’ she wept loudly.

 

‘No! Please No!’ she screamed, desperately trying to get her mouth near to Vivienne’s boot. Once more she was pushed aside, this time with her toe.

 

‘No please Mistress’ she collapsed ‘it wasn’t me! Anita said we shouldn’t do it, I thought that we had been let off! Please Mistress, it wasn’t me! I had nothing to do with it! Anita said not to do it!’

 

My fear rose higher and then redoubled as I looked in terror, in utter disbelief, at Lisa, stretching herself out towards Vivienne, sobbing in sheer, broken desperation.

 

‘So it was Anita was it?’ asked Vivienne, calming slightly and regaining some of her feline poise.

 

‘Yes! Yes Mistress!’ she welcomed.

 

‘Sit up girl’

 

Lisa struggled to sit up, kneeling back on her heels. She got into her best slave posture. Vivienne walked over to her and started to toy with her hair, running a finger through it and then grabbing a handful.

 

‘So, slave, should I give your punishment to Anita?’

 

I watched in horror, like this just wasn’t happening as she rapidly nodded her head, desperately; affirmatively.

 

‘No’ the word slipped out of my mouth, quietly, pathetically, an expression of my disbelief.

 

Vivienne stepped over towards me. Her voice was calm and cold.

 

‘Is this true, slut, was this your idea?’

 

Oh God, I couldn’t believe I was in this situation. I started to cry out of pure fear. Oh God, I was in trouble.

 

‘Yes Mistress’ I sobbed, half insane with fear ‘…….but I thought that….’

 

‘Silence!’ she shouted.

 

‘I don’t want to hear it’

 

‘I’m so sorry Mistress. I didn’t want to….’

 

‘Shut up now you dumb fucking slut, or I’ll double your punishment!’

 

I clamped my mouth with my hand and sobbed as quietly as I could. I huddled myself into a little ball in panic and misery; there was definitely going to be punishment.

 

‘You may go’ she said dismissively at Lisa

 

‘Thank you Mistress’ I heard as she scurried off to the front door and then out.

 

‘Stay silent slut’ she said. I watched as her expression became severe again and she started to fume.

 

‘You will NEVER assume to make alterations to your orders; never, ever. You will do EXACTLY as you are told to. You have disappointed me slave, really you have. I was pleased with you, you know, but now you have annoyed me. You will learn that that is not a good thing to do ’

 

I lay there, frozen with terror as she regained her control. Her eyes narrowed and she calmly told me to lie flat on my back.

 

I did it, almost in a trance, whimpering with fear. I couldn’t even beg pathetically, she had taken even that option from me.

 

‘Freeze’ she said and at once, like in her office, I was immobile; rigid like a board and stuck, unable to move, on my back.

 

When I realised that she had done this, I struggled, frenziedly, to move; to shake myself about; to scream my lungs out - but nothing happened, not a damn thing. Inwardly I was crying my heart out; I knew no peace at all and felt like my mind was about to snap.

 

Then I heard that she had said something, but I couldn’t hear the words.

 

It was sudden and it was so brutal. It hurts me now, so terribly, to even think about it and I don’t think that it is possible to adequately convey exactly how severe my pain was.

 

In a split second, my entire body was rapt with agony.

 

I felt such intense, such unbearable, lancing pains, that I could never have imagined such a degree of suffering was humanly possible. As it tore through me I understood, in my torture, that my Mistress had inflicted this upon me, as my lesson and I would never forget it.

 

Every part of me; my arms, legs, stomach, breasts, my genitals and my face; coarsed with searing, white-hot agony; like I had been thrown into a steaming cauldron of boiling fat. My skin was obviously refusing to cook, so the pain didn’t subside as my nerves were eventually eaten away by the fire. It was so perfectly torturous, so excruciatingly violent and exquisitely unendurable. I could never have possibly conceived of such complete suffering. I was sure that I was dying as my soul was ripped out and my body was being gradually but thoroughly destroyed.

 

Unimaginably, almost worse than the sheer physical pain, was the raw terror that accompanied it. It was as if a switch had been thrown in the darkest recess of my mind and my deepest, most pre-eminent emotions had been activated, fully. I felt the fear fevering up inside me. It rose and multiplied, over and over, until I was petrified; consumed with the dread of my own certain impending doom. I felt like the sheer unabated terror would fracture my mind, splitting it forever into a thousand pieces. I lay there perfectly still, screaming dementedly to myself, wanting only to cease existing, so that my suffering could end. I lost track of time completely but I now know that it was twenty seconds before I was shocked out of it and was perfectly awake. A mere twenty seconds was all it took and it had felt like five minutes. The torture had stopped but I was far from normal, it had stamped me; burning itself indelibly into me and branding my mind. I was now scarred, it formed a reminder of the consequences of my disobedience and of my Mistress’s displeasure. In twenty seconds, she had broken me, utterly.

 

In hysterics and on the far verge of sanity, I weakly but desperately crawled over to my Mistress and clutched hold of her boot. The only thing that mattered was to not be punished any further. I rejoiced as she didn’t kick me away. I wept and licked at her and I swore that I was sorry, from the bottom of my heart. I pledged my unswerving obedience to her in a desperate attempt to convince her not to return me to the pain.

 

I looked up fearfully and she smiled down at me. Her happiness filled me with hope and I renewed my pathetic efforts to curry her favour; pressing my face into her black leather boot.

 

When she finally told me to kneel and said that my punishment was over, I wept tears of joy and devotedly thanked her over and over. She must have taken some pity on me as she walked to me and touched my head. As I heard her mutter something, I felt my mind start to calm and for the first time, I started to regain control of myself. Sniffing repeatedly, I knelt still as she stroked my head.

 

I felt a beautiful relief sweeping through me with every touch of her fingers. I knelt at her feet and she ran them softly through my hair. The happiness I felt as my Mistress petted me was just overwhelming. When she stopped and sat on the sofa in front of me I could only stare at her in a confused awe, wanting her touch; needing it even but not understanding why. She had such extreme power over me, she could elevate me or plunge me to hell with a word.

 

She smiled at me again and clicked her fingers. Within a second I was nestling and pressing my face and body against her legs, a forgiven pet, weeping at the beauty of her mercy. I needed her touch so badly. The punishment had been so awful; I needed to feel her forgiveness. That she didn’t kick me away was enough and I revelled in the knowledge, as I lovingly kissed her boots, that she was, once again, satisfied with me.

 

‘You really are a natural slave you know’ she mused ‘I’ve really never seen such an intense reaction before’

 

She lifted my face so that I looked up at her. The stern, sadistic expression was gone and her face was almost warm with a gentle smile. I was so confused with how I felt about.

 

‘Now you be a good girl and work hard at your studies’

 

I nodded at her, ‘Yes Mistress’

 

As she stood up, picked up her bag and walked away, I almost wanted to reach after her. Watching her towering black spike heels work their way towards the door I felt the memory of my punishment resurface. As I struggled to keep from crying, I vowed that I would never, ever, disobey her again; even if it meant taking a knife to myself.

 

Tearfully, I went over to the computer to start my training. I would have to work hard.