Free Forced Submission by Claire Thompson Page B

would happen when he
woke?
    He’d talked as if he planned to keep her indefinitely.
Though she’d been half out of her mind with panic ever since that first
terrifying moment when he’d grabbed and cuffed her wrists behind her,
apparently a part of her brain had processed and stored his various threats,
which now began to uncoil like poisonous snakes slithering through her mind.
    You belong to me now .
    You have been chosen to be my sex slave, my personal
property.
    No act will be too debasing or too humbling for my slave
girl. I will test you, mold you, train you, beat you, reward you and punish
you.
    If she’d been like most people, people with family and
friends, there would have been someone to miss her. Someone to notice when she
didn’t answer calls or emails, or show up for a planned occasion. But there was
no one. She hadn’t even changed her mailing address yet from the apartment
she’d rented in Maine. There was no forwarding address, no link as to where she
had gone, and no one to notice.
    Thinking back over their emails prior to her arrival in New
York, Mia now understood the diabolical intent behind Ellis’ deliberate and
persistent questions about her background, her family, her friends, her social
media accounts, any “significant other” in the picture. He had chosen her
precisely because of her lack of any connection.
    I interviewed twenty-two other prospective slave girls
before I settled on you.
    A shiver ran through her body, as if someone had dragged an
icy finger down her spine. She curled in on herself, panic again threatening to
overtake her. As she struggled to quell her whimpering cries, she realized the
room had gone silent, the snoring stopped.
    All at once the room was flooded with light and Mia saw
Ellis’ bare legs appear over the side of the bed in front of the cage. She
squeezed her eyes closed, her hands moving instinctively to cover her face, her
heart racing.
    “It’s six o’clock. Time to rise and shine.” Ellis’ voice was
brisk and strident, as if he’d been awake for hours. “We have a busy day ahead
of us.”
    ~*~
    Ellis, naked, reached for his morning erection, curling his
hand around it as he contemplated the naked girl huddled in her cage, and the
glorious day stretching ahead. He had slept deeply and well, waking only once
to check on his charge.
    He crouched in front of the cage, key ring in hand, and
unlocked the padlock. Pulling the cage door open, he reached in and gave Mia a
sharp smack on her thigh. “I said get up. Don’t make me tell you again, M.”
    He had decided while falling asleep the night before that he
would call her by her first initial, like O in that S&M story he’d
masturbated to as a teenager. He watched as M maneuvered herself and crawled
slowly out of the cage. Grabbing the choke collar and attached leash from his
bedside table, he slipped the collar over her head and used the leash to jerk
her upright.
    M gasped, her hands flying to her neck as the chain
tightened around her throat. “Please,” she gasped, coughing. “You’re hurting
me.”
    Ellis reached to push a thick strand of hair from her face.
He tucked it behind her small, pretty ear. “It’s my prerogative to hurt you, M.
I could kill you if I liked.” He stroked her cheek as he delivered these words,
his cock throbbing as her lips compressed in a thin line of fear, her blue eyes
widening. He laughed softly, but released the tension on the choke chain.
    Reaching for the shorts he’d worn the day before, he pulled out
the slim remote that controlled all the door locks in the house. He led her
into the master bathroom and closed the door, pushing a button on the remote
and waiting for the small click that indicated it was locked. Satisfied, he
slipped the remote beneath a stack of towels on the counter and then directed M
to the toilet.
    “Sit down and keep your legs spread wide. I’m going to piss
into the bowl at the same time as you.” Though she kept her mouth shut,