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Authors: Claire Thompson
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way out of this nightmare.
Forcing her clenched fingers to relax, Jessie stared down at the crumpled ball of paper. Dropping it to the thin mattress, slowly she smoothed it open, and began to read the words aloud.
Chapter 5
Jessie watched in silence from the cage as Eric walked past her, heading toward the wall where the whips were hung. He selected her short-handled riding crop and came over to her, crouching down. He pulled on a thin chain he was wearing around his neck and she saw a small key at the end of it. He inserted the key into the padlock and lifted the panel.
Eric stood and stepped back, pointing to the carpet at his feet. Jessie crawled out. Every muscle and bone in her body ached. “Into position,” he snapped.
What position she wondered, trying to recall what the fuck she was expected to do. Eric reached down and grabbed her roughly by the arm, jerking her up.
“Kneel at attention and show respect to your master!” He smacked at her shoulders and upper back with the riding crop in a series of stinging blows while she struggled to kneel upright and place her hands behind her head.
The pressure in her bladder reminded Jessie that she desperately needed to pee. On top of that, her intestines were cramping painfully. Eric must have read her distress in her face. “You need to use the toilet?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Did you forget rule number one already? We haven’t even had the test yet.”
“Yes, sir,” she quickly amended. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“Better. Okay. Go ahead. But crawl. I like to watch you crawl.”
His words hit her like a slap in the face and she stiffened, despite her promises to herself to lull him into believing she was going to submit to his bullshit. Jessie Ramos crawled for no man.
Eric lifted the crop and smacked her hard across the left breast. “Do what I say, slave, or I’ll take away the privilege of using the toilet. You’ll pee on newspaper in a corner.”
Her bowels cramped again, and Jessie forced herself to her hands and knees. She began to crawl over the nappy carpeting, moving quickly before she had an accident. She rose once she reached the bathroom’s threshold, relieved that he didn’t try to stop her.
“Door stays open,” he informed her, though thank god at least he didn’t enter the small room behind her. She tried to ignore his presence as she used the toilet. She could feel her face heating as she emptied her bowels. She finished as quickly as she could and flushed the toilet.
She could feel his eyes on her as she moved toward the sink. Glancing around, she saw that her makeup bag had been removed. She washed her face and hands with the crappy bar of soap that was the only thing available, missing her own bathroom and her toiletries, longing for her soft robe, wishing fervently that the bastard staring at her from the doorway would drop dead on the spot.
“Hurry up,” he said. “Get out here.”
As she walked out of the bathroom, he pointed to the carpet. “Crawl. I like to see your tits sway.”
Jessie pressed her lips together, clamping her jaw to keep from cursing him out. Just do what he says, a voice in her head urged her, but her knees refused to bend. Eric slapped her right breast with the crop, catching her hard across the nipple. Instinctively covering the spot with her hand, Jessie yelped with pain.
“On your hands and knees, bitch!” Eric lifted the crop again and brought it down hard on her other breast, and then began to smack her shoulders until she dropped to her knees, gasping and yelping.
“Wait right there. Don’t move,” he ordered. Jessie stayed as she was, watching as Eric strode toward the set of drawers where they’d put most of her BDSM paraphernalia. He yanked one open, rummaging until he found what he wanted. He returned with a black leather dog collar and a chain leash.
“Move your hair from the back of your neck,” he said brusquely. Jessie was furious at the thought
Forcing her clenched fingers to relax, Jessie stared down at the crumpled ball of paper. Dropping it to the thin mattress, slowly she smoothed it open, and began to read the words aloud.
Chapter 5
Jessie watched in silence from the cage as Eric walked past her, heading toward the wall where the whips were hung. He selected her short-handled riding crop and came over to her, crouching down. He pulled on a thin chain he was wearing around his neck and she saw a small key at the end of it. He inserted the key into the padlock and lifted the panel.
Eric stood and stepped back, pointing to the carpet at his feet. Jessie crawled out. Every muscle and bone in her body ached. “Into position,” he snapped.
What position she wondered, trying to recall what the fuck she was expected to do. Eric reached down and grabbed her roughly by the arm, jerking her up.
“Kneel at attention and show respect to your master!” He smacked at her shoulders and upper back with the riding crop in a series of stinging blows while she struggled to kneel upright and place her hands behind her head.
The pressure in her bladder reminded Jessie that she desperately needed to pee. On top of that, her intestines were cramping painfully. Eric must have read her distress in her face. “You need to use the toilet?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Did you forget rule number one already? We haven’t even had the test yet.”
“Yes, sir,” she quickly amended. “I need to use the bathroom.”
“Better. Okay. Go ahead. But crawl. I like to watch you crawl.”
His words hit her like a slap in the face and she stiffened, despite her promises to herself to lull him into believing she was going to submit to his bullshit. Jessie Ramos crawled for no man.
Eric lifted the crop and smacked her hard across the left breast. “Do what I say, slave, or I’ll take away the privilege of using the toilet. You’ll pee on newspaper in a corner.”
Her bowels cramped again, and Jessie forced herself to her hands and knees. She began to crawl over the nappy carpeting, moving quickly before she had an accident. She rose once she reached the bathroom’s threshold, relieved that he didn’t try to stop her.
“Door stays open,” he informed her, though thank god at least he didn’t enter the small room behind her. She tried to ignore his presence as she used the toilet. She could feel her face heating as she emptied her bowels. She finished as quickly as she could and flushed the toilet.
She could feel his eyes on her as she moved toward the sink. Glancing around, she saw that her makeup bag had been removed. She washed her face and hands with the crappy bar of soap that was the only thing available, missing her own bathroom and her toiletries, longing for her soft robe, wishing fervently that the bastard staring at her from the doorway would drop dead on the spot.
“Hurry up,” he said. “Get out here.”
As she walked out of the bathroom, he pointed to the carpet. “Crawl. I like to see your tits sway.”
Jessie pressed her lips together, clamping her jaw to keep from cursing him out. Just do what he says, a voice in her head urged her, but her knees refused to bend. Eric slapped her right breast with the crop, catching her hard across the nipple. Instinctively covering the spot with her hand, Jessie yelped with pain.
“On your hands and knees, bitch!” Eric lifted the crop again and brought it down hard on her other breast, and then began to smack her shoulders until she dropped to her knees, gasping and yelping.
“Wait right there. Don’t move,” he ordered. Jessie stayed as she was, watching as Eric strode toward the set of drawers where they’d put most of her BDSM paraphernalia. He yanked one open, rummaging until he found what he wanted. He returned with a black leather dog collar and a chain leash.
“Move your hair from the back of your neck,” he said brusquely. Jessie was furious at the thought
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