Free Forced into Submission by Lorna Snowdon Page B

need…”
    “You just need a week in the belt,” she said.
    “Kath, I’ll die,” I wailed.
    “I doubt it,” she sneered. “Put it on or I’ll make it two weeks.”
    That got my attention. A week was unthinkable. Two weeks was…well, whatever was worse than unthinkable…like unimaginable…inconceivable… I put it on.
    “Hands and knees behind me,” she snapped.
    I rolled off the bed and crawled to the doorway. She turned away and I followed her to the bathroom. I was shivering but not because I was cold but rather with the knowledge of how bad the coming week was going to be.
    “Sit up,” Kathleen said.
    In between our shower and the tub is an eight foot expanse of wall. In the middle of it Kathleen had installed an eyebolt and a twenty foot length of chain. She wrapped the steel collar that was welded to the end of the chain around my neck and snapped the lock shut. I could reach everything in the bathroom but could not leave the room. She sadistically had placed the key to the collar on a hook in the hall in plain sight when the door was open but five feet away from my reach.
    “There, my little slave girl,” she said tweaking my nipples, “secure on your chain for the week.”
    “Kath, please couldn’t we…?”
    “No, Harriet, we couldn’t and if I hear any more whining I’m going to add an extra whipping to the one you have coming.”
    “Whipping?” I gulped.
    “Yes, I plan to whip you tomorrow for treating me like you have.”
    “But, Kath, that wasn’t part of our…”
    “Harriet,” she said sweetly, “I can do whatever I want to you. You are nothing but my slave for the next week and if I want to whip you I will.”
    “No,” I shouted, “I’m not going to agree to that. That’s not fair!”
    “Oh? And how do you plan to stop me?”
    “I…I…” I sputtered. “Please, Kath, you don’t have to whip me.”
    “No, I don’t have to, do I?” she agreed. “But I can, can’t I?”
    It wasn’t right. I hadn’t agreed to whippings as a part of any punishment for playing with myself without her but there was no release from this chain until she let me go. She could do anything she wanted. She could force me to…. My mind spun away from the horror of the sick and twisted things she might do. I nodded.
    “Yes, I can and I plan to,” she said walking out of the bathroom.
    For the next four hours I moped around the bathroom with nothing to do. I had a doggie bed I could lie in if I wanted to sleep. I could reach the toilet if I needed to go and the bath and the shower if I wanted to clean up. If I got thirsty there was the sink faucet. I could hear her on the phone, using the microwave and watching TV. I was lonely for her company. I loved her and wished I could make things up to her somehow.
    At six she sauntered into the bathroom, sat down on the toilet. When she was done she looked up at me, smiled and said, “Lick me clean.”
    “ So that’s how it’s going to be,” I thought.
    We had played this type of kinky game before but it had just been a game. I could tell from her manner that she wasn’t playing and licking her after she pissed was just the tip of the iceberg. I was going to be her toilet paper for the week. The thought of what was coming in the morning when she had more than urine to expel made me want to vomit.
    “Kath, I love you,” I said despairingly, “please don’t do this.”
    “Harriet, I need to be wiped,” she said coldly.
    “Kathy, I will do anything you want. I will wear this belt twenty-fours a day and make whatever changes to the way I treat you to make you believe and understand that you are my love, my partner, my life but please don’t do this to us, please.”
    “Lick,” she demanded and my world closed down around me.
    I leaned in and licked the drops that were on her pussy and her left thigh. Normally being in this position was heaven for me. I loved having my head between her legs and I loved licking her but not like this. Not as