Revenge on the Shrewd

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IC: I had walked from the bank with my head down and my tail between my legs. The banker had bested me; the terms were clear as her leering face pointed them out to me. She had “called” the note, as was her right, and in doing so stolen the dream I had worked so hard for the last 5 years in saving for. Double shifts, scrimping and saving, selling almost everything I owned for the down payment. Finally I convinced the bank to finance me for the remainder and my business took off as I had dreamed.

In the next year I learned many things, how to deal with the public, how to work 20 hour days until dead tired and then to get up and do it again the next morning, and how to never give up when there was hope. And hope I had plenty of as the list of clients grew, the business suddenly boomed and I was able to pay my own way.

But sadly to me, that wasn’t enough for her as she demanded the total amount of the note and took the only collateral I had left, my business. It was only later, after she had taken possession of it herself that I learned she had immediate buyers for it and had doubled her money in less then a week. On that day I had begun to plan with a single purpose in mind and for months I set several small things in motion that would culminate into a major disaster for one person. Everything worked as I had intended, each small event snowballing into a larger disaster, all-building until the intended day.

And that day was>>>Today.

OOC: Looking for one good female to take down the wrong road.
 
OOC: I would not mind a stab at being the shrew if you don't mind.

Jennifer Chrisholm

Age: 32
Hair: A light brown
Eyes: Cold, pale blue

Slim, would be very attractive if she would let her hair down from the bun it is always in, wore something besides the stiff business skirt/suit combo and took off the glasses which she really does not need but thinks gives her a more business-like and authoritative air. Has never married, her 'career' has taken up all of her time and she has convinced herself she is happy going home to her single apartment with her two cats and dinner for one but the truth is her attitude keeps men at arms length and makes her unapproachable to both sexes which means she has no really close friends.
 
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Jennifer

I scribbled my signature on the foreclosure papers and closed the folder, placing it neatly in my outbox for my secretary to file away. A sharp, unpleasant smile was on my face as I felt satisfied with my work as always. I shook my head as I wondered how people thought that they could miss payments and still not have the bank close out the loans, mortgages, etc. As I was very fond of telling the board of directors over the bank, we are not a charity and should not operate as such. If these people sign the contract they are aware of the consequences of any late or deliquent payments and if they are not it is their own fault. Even if they did make payments when the time came to refinance it was mostly a waste of time. If more profit could be had by calling in the loan than there was no need to streatch out the time it takes the bank to get the payment.

Streatching I rose from my chair and picked up my purse and put on my jacket making sure the buttons were aligned just so and that no wrinkles appeared on my suit. My day was done and I had no more appointments so I was going to find an inexpensive resturant to enjoy dinner and then go home to my apartment and my two feline companions. I walked from my office and gave last minute instructions to my secretary informing her that the files on my desk must be taken care of before she left. Ignoring the dark look she sent my way I smiled to myself knowing that I, at least, had done an impeccable job for the day and, if she had a late night, it was not I who could not budget their time. Putting her on salary had been one of the best moves I had ever made and had saved the bank a lot of money in overtime where she was concerned.

Striding from the bank, my heels clicking on the floor I nodded briskly to the guard who opened the door for me, walking past him and out into the afternoon sun letting my eyes adjust to the glare before moving to the parking lot and my car there.
 
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OOC: Welcome Geri and thank you :)

Jack


IC: Watching her stroll out the bank at her precisely usual time I knew her routine already. To one of several inexpensive restaurants and then home, her routine never changing. Well, in the next week her life would be upside down, never to return to the boring normal she was used to!

A quick call and her secretary admitted me, buzzing me past the guard who looked at my uniform then shrugged it off.

"Phone lines need to be worked on, this is the only damn time I can do it and my dinners getting cold" I mumbled to him getting a sympathetic look

"I know whatcha mean bub, too bad we aint all bankers and have thier hours" He replied as he returned to his magazine

Moving casually from desk to desk I finally ended up at Miss Chisholms where her secretary sat working.

"You sure you have her signature and these papers will work as you said?" I questioned quietly, receiving an impish smile as she answered

"Don't worry, when the auditor finds out she has been embezzling from the bank for over a year by transferring money from the corporate accounts, then to dummy accounts and finally to her own, she'll be penniless and homeless. She never looks at what she signs and never verifies the paperwork so it was easy to set this up."

Nodding I made motions of cleaning up my tools and whispered "Thanks, cousin, I owe you one"

"You took care of my mom" She replied soberly "This is just repayment, besides I'm happy to help you take this BITCH down a couple of notches"

Whistling merrily I walked out of the bank, nodding to the gurad as he let me out.

"Lucky chump" He teased with a smile "You getta go home to a hot meal and a hot bed, I bet"

Grinning in return I was actually thing of what would happen when Miss Chrisholm walked into the bank tommorow morning, and the mess she couldn't escape. She would soon find out what it felt like losing everything she owned, and then she would discover her nightmare was just beginning!"
 
Jennifer

I walked into the bank on time, as always. I was admitted by the guard as the doors were not opened yet and was walking to my desk when I was hailed by my secretary. "The president needs you in his office right away," She said a smile appearing on her face for a moment. "The auditor has finished his report and is in there with him."

The auditor? Yes, of course the annual audit. Probably some small descrepancy in the books that needed clarification or tracking down and they came to me to do it knowing I was the best 'man' for the job. Putting my breifcase down on my desk I smoothed the nonexistant wrinkles from my impeccable suit and approached the door to the president's office.

I was admitted immediately and, when I entered all eyes centered on me. Before I could speak the president said,"Sit down, Miss Chrisholm, there are some questions the auditor wishes to ask you."

Ask me? I turned to the small, balding man that held several folders in his hand. "Miss Chrisholm there has been a rather large descrepancy in the books. Several thousands of dollars have been taken from the bank, placed in dummy accounts and then transferred to a personal account. We are talking embezzelment here, Miss Chrisholm, a very serious offense."

I looked at him in puzzlement. "I assure you I don't know who would do such a thing," I said the distaste plain in my voice,"The books are always in order in my department and nothing can happen unless I authorize it personally."

"Exactly," The man said as he opened the top folder to show several reciepts for money to be withdrawn and transferred. "And you will agree that that is your signature on each and every one of these orders. Orders made out to place transferred funds into a false account and then these," He opened the next folder,"Are records of electronic transfers from the dummy account to your own. All of the money has been traced to both accounts and the amount in your account is consistant with our findings. Aside from a plus amount of a little less than twenty thousand dollars all the money is there."

Twenty thousand dollars is the amount I had saved over the years by scrimping and saving and doing without. A small apartment, a small food budget and very little luxuries. The amount circled in red ink and shown as being in my account at this moment was enough to make my jaw drop. I had no idea how it had gotten in there.

I tried to speak but could not. I wanted to tell them I knew nothing about this when the president spoke up. "All of the funds were transferred late the night before last and were available today. When we searched your desk we found these." Placing something on his desk I saw what looked like an airline ticket and a set of rental car keys. "Both of these have been paid for under your own charge card. I must say for having planned this over a year you did not think the last details out very well. I am afraid we have no choice but to freeze your assets in your personal account until this can be sorted out. You are also on suspension and the police have been notified. An officer is waiting for you to take you to the station. I would get a very good lawyer if I were you."

Pressing a button on the intercom he told his secretary to have the officer come in and the next hours were a blur as I felt handcuffs being placed around my wrists and I dimmly heard the officer 'reading me my rights'. My mind whirled as I tried to understand what was happening and wondering where I was going to get the money for a lawyer since all of my money was frozen in my account along with an amount of money I had never in my life imagined seeing. The walk from the bank was humiliating, everyone staring at me. All of the people who were below me in status whispering behind my back as the police led me out and placed me in the car.

At the station I was fingerprinted, stripped, searched and further humiliated. I was placed in a dingy cell and left there for a long time before being allowed to call and make arrangements with a bondsman to make the bail that was set for me at an exhorbant amount. I had to put up my mother's house in the country as well as the land it was on for collateral just to make it out of jail by the next morning. As I walked from the station I was ragged, my hair messed up and hanging around my shoulders, the items to place it into it's nice neat bun now secured in the mannila envelope they had given me upon my release, my glasses in there also. My suit coat was draped over my arm and my skirt and blouse wrinkled beyond repair and not even enough money to take a cab home. In two days I had an appointment to talk to a public defender. A public defender! There was no way that underpaid, overworked lawyer was going to be able to get this straightened out and prove I didn't do it but I had no more money or collateral to hire a competent attorney. Wearily I began to walk the long distance to my apartment and the hungry cats who waited me there.
 
Jack

Listening to my cousin detail the happenings in the banking presidents office and the subsequent removal of Miss Chrisholm from his offices, in handcuffs no less I laughed!

"I wish I was there to see it" I told her honestly, thanking her as I hung up.

*Stage Two* I reminded myself *Wait till she finds out her apartment has been cleaned out and her pets sent to the Valley pound*

Chuckling I coaxed the old pickup into life, all that I could afford after she was done with me, I reminded myself as I pulled up to the rear of her building. Donning the clothes of a janitor I began mopping the floors of her floor, whistling a merry tune as I anticipated our meeting.
 
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Jennifer

Exahusted and numb I finally reached my apartment house and climbed the stairs. I passed a janitor in the hallway and paid him no mind. I was in too much despair to pay attention to someone of low enough status to work cleaning floors and toilets. Standing outside the door of my apartment I fumbled in the manilla envelope for the key that was in there. My shaking hands not being able to find it I lost my patience and dumped the contents on the floor bending down to rummage through them finally finding my apartment key.

It took me a moment to steady the key enough to get it into the lock but I finally heard the click as the bolt slide back and I opened the door with a sigh. Stepping over the things I had dumped in the doorway I entered my apartment calling out to the only creatures who had ever been happy to see me each day. "Mittens! Cali!" I called to my small feline friends puzzling over the fact that they were not at the door when it first opened as they usually were.

Then I stopped, the door not even closed all the way. I looked about my apartment and saw...nothing! Absolutely nothing! No furniture, no dishes, no food, not anything. The apartment looked as if it had been made ready for new occupants in my abscence. My eyes wide and my heart beating in my chest I ran through the rest of the apartment, my room, the bathroom, every place looking for my possessions only to find the apartment empty of everything that was mine including my precious cats.

I stood in my bedroom my hands over my mouth a strangled scream trying to rise from my throat at the same time as a sob tore through me. What was happening here?!
 
Jack

I followed her to her floor, totally ignored as I lugged the bucket and mop with me. Standing in the doorway of the apartment I watched her shoulders slouch as it hit her.

"How does it feel?" I questioned her softly, closing the door behind and locking it "To see all that you've worked for and planned for swept away by an uncaring person?"

For a fleeting second my resolve almost melted as she turned and I saw the tear stained, pain wrought eyes of the woman.

Then it hit me, I stood only feet away from her and she didn't even recognize me. She had destroyed my entire world, for the sake of money and didn't even recall who I was.

"How many others have you done this very same thing?" I asked curiously "How many lives have you taken away and replaced with empty memories and hopes?"

Reaching into the empty mop bucket I pulled a small bag from it and revealed a silver, cylindrical object as she answered, anger in her own voice.
 
Jennifer

"How does it feel" I heard a voice behind me say and I turned to see the janitor I had passed in the hallway now behind me and closing and locking my door. Anger flared up to replace the despair I had felt moments ago. I did not understand what he was talking about and I did not understand why he was talking as if I should know him.

"How dare you!" I shouted at him,"Get out! Get out now! I don't know what happened but this is still my apartment and you have no right to be here." My eyes opened wide as he drew something silver and cylindrical from his bucket and I backed away from him. "Who are you?" I shouted at him stumbling back from the sudden percieved threat,"What do you want from me? I don't know what you are talking about. Just go away and leave me alone! Haven't I been through enough already?"
 
Jack

*She hasn't felt anything except pity for herself* I realized as her scornful words were hurled at me and eliminated any doubts I had.

Stepping forward I aimed the cylinder and pressed a small button on the side of it, a small hiss of air driving a small sliver from it and embedding itself in her neck.

"Not yet you haven't" I told her simply as the powerful sedative took effect and she began to sway. "But by the time I'm thru with you, you will have"

Stepping forward I caught her as she fell, realizing how light she was as I was able to support her with one arm. Lowering her to the floor I was also struck by her good looks as her loose hair cascaded beneath her shoulders.

A roll of duct tape came out next, sealing her full lips and binding her arms behind her. Gathering the contents of her purse erased all proof she was at the apartment and I carried her soft, unconcious form thru the night and to my waiting truck...

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An hour later I knelt over the still form pulling the final peice of tape from her lips. The drug was wearing off, her now nearly nude body twitching as she slowly woke.

"I've taken the liberty of dressing you in something more appropriate for your station" I informed her, admiring the leather pushup bra and thong I had earlier slid onto her limp form. "You present a much nicer image than the "business" one you dress in normally"

With a metallic "snick" I fastened the strap to her collar and gave it a gentle tug.

"Get up and look at your new home, slave" I told her firmly
 
Jennifer

"Not yet you haven't," This invader told me and I heard a soft click and felt a sudden pain in my neck. My hand flew up to where a small drop of blood trickled down my neck and I felt myself getting woozy. He was speaking to me again but his voice blurred as I sank down into a welcoming blackness.


I awoke to the feeling of being jostled, a pain across my face and the feeling that part of the skin of my lips were torn from them. My tongue flicked out to run across my dry lips and I was disoriented, not being able to recall where I was or why. Then the last 48 hours came back to me in painful flashes and I moaned as I tried to sit up a familiar voice speaking to me as I tried to orient myself to my surroundings.

"I've taken the liberty of dressing you in something more appropriate for your station," The voice said and I looked down at my body noticing that my business suit was gone and in it's place was a bra that pushed my breasts up and out thrusting them forward almost obscenely and a thong that barely covered my most private of areas, the back of it running up between and dividing the cheeks of my ass. "You present a much nicer image than the 'business' one you dress in normally," He continued as I blushed deep red realizing that to get me into this outfit he had to have stripped me and seen me nude.

My outrage flamed as I heard a sound of metal on metal and felt the tug of something around my neck. Reaching my hands up to my neck my eyes widened in horror as I felt a collar around it as if I was a common house pet. I tugged on it and turned blazing eyes on my capture ignoring his command to get up and look around. My home? I think not. My lip curled up into a snarl and I bit out. "Stop that! I am not an animal and will not be treated as such. You are going to go to jail for this! This is kidnapping and imprisonment. I will see you punished to the full extent of the law for what you have done! I swear it."
 
Jack

Pulling on the leash I laughed at her as she was forced to her knees then to her feet.

"It is you who will go to jail.When you fail to show for your hearing they will put out a warrant for you and sell your mothers house and land"

Reality quickly sank in to her and I sneered at her suddenly frail appearance, then added to it.

"Your only hope is to learn some very painful lessons from a man you don't even recognize." placing my hand on her breast I cupped it's unsagging weight and fingered the nipple, smiling as it began to swell and harden. "There will be no secrets from me when I'm done with you"
 
The reality of my situation sunk in with his words and I could feel tears begin to course down my cheeks as he pulled me where he wanted me to go and began to fondle my jutting breast making my nipple react to his touch even though I did not want it to.

"Please," I said in a pleading voice,"Why are you doing this? What is it you want from me? I don't have any money or possessions anymore. I don't have anything to give you." His talk of lessons and secrets gripped my heart with fear and for the first time in a long time I trembled before someone. For the first time in a long time I was the one who was in a lower position. To be commanded instead of command and it caused the fear to grip me even harder.

"Please, just let me go and I will make up for whatever you think I did to you," I said in a whisper trying to move away from him, my nipple aching as it hardened and jutted against the fabric of the bra making a clear outline.
 
Jack

"In your old life you used words like principal, equity, penalty and "calling a note due" I told her attaching the other end of the leash to a hook fastened on the floor, forcing her to kneel over her trim ass in the air. "In your new life you will learn words uncommon to you, for example, master, slave, obediance, servitude and punishment"

Picking up a thin bamboo cane I stood behind her and slowly moved the cane up and down between her trembling thighs.

"You are my Slave" I stated, bringing the cane across her thighs with a "crack"

"I am your Master" and once again another "crack"

"You wil obey me and not speak unless spoken to"..."Crack"

"You will serve me in all things I ask"..."crack"

"And if you fail me, you will endure "Punishment"..."crack, crack, crack"

Kneeling I pulled her hair, forcing her head upwards to face me, admiring the sight of her throat stretched tight and her leather clad breasts as I questioned her.

"Are there any questions you might have for your master, slave?"
 
Ignoring my every plea I made to him he attatched the leash to a hook in the floor shortening the length so that I had to kneel down close to the floor. My ass was in the air and I felt as exposed as I looked. My back arched and I heard a whimper escape my lips as I felt the cane run up and down the inside of my thighs. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. He wouldn't do it. He couldn't.

And then my whole body jumped as he brought it down on my very exposed ass making a point with every lash as well as making my cheeks jump each time. Once, twice, three times...tears were flowing from my eyes and I was trying not to let a sob escape. Another lash and then three one right after the other. I could no longer hold it back and a high pitched squeal sounded in the room as the last one fell.

I was trying to catch my breath when he grabbed my hair pulling my head back and streatching my throat until I could not move it for fear of breaking my neck. "Are there any questions you might have for your master, slave?" He said and I stared at him with pure hate in my eyes, anger and fear mixing to shine from them.

I shook my head slowly not wanting to anger him into hurting me too badly. He could not watch me forever. There would be an opportunity to escape, somehow. I just had to wait for it.
 
Jack

"Think about the words Jennifer, think about them and why you're here. In this position, with your ass sticking up in the air with welts across them" I said clearly, slowly then let her head drop and walked away from her. "Compare them to your past life and see if you can figure out the difference"

Walking out of her sight I moved thru a doorway to an adjacent room and a bed, stretching out on it and quickly falling asleep, the idea of Jennifer bent over frustrated and helpless somehow a reassuring thing that helped me relax.

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Hours later I awoke, feeling refreshed and eager to visit my "guest", but took the time to shower and brew a strong pot of coffee. Walking into the room I smiled at the sight of Jennifer, still perched over the floor, sobbing as her cramping muscles quivered.

"Do you have an answer for me, slave?" I asked her amusedly, making a show of sipping the strong, hot liquid. "Or have you been kneeling there trying to figure a way to "deal" yourself out of this?"

Leaning against the wall I enjoyed the sugared, black brew and waited for her reply.
 
Jennifer

As soon as he left I began to try my bonds. Tugging on the leash I tried to free it from the hook or wear it out enough to break but it was in vain and the only thing that happened was my muscles got sore and cramped and my neck began to hurt. I tried for a time to remember who he was and what he could have against me but I could not recall his face.

I tried to find a comfortable position but this too was in vain and, by the time he returned looking very refreshed a cup of hot coffee in his hands my muscles were quivering with fatigue and I was sobbing with the pain of the cramps as they tore through my muscles.

I glared at him as he sat back sipping his coffee and looking at me with a superior grin. "Do you have an answer for me, slave," He said in a cocky way,"Or have you been kneeling there trying to figure a way to "deal" yourself out of this?"

I shook my head and gritted out through my teeth. "I don't have any answers for the likes of you. What will it take to 'deal' my way out of this as you put it. What is it you want from me? Tell me and I will arrange to do it but just release me and let me out of here. This is not a game. This is for real. Both my private and professional life are riding on my appearing in court. It's very important to me and I will even forget what you have done already if you will just release me for god's sake!"
 
Jack

Sighing I put my finished cup carefully down and picked up the cane once again.

"I asked you one thing, to compare the differences" I said as the cane hummed in a downward stroke and left a burning welt across her thighs.

"And I was specific in who was the master and who was the slave" Again a blur and the cane drove viciously into her tender flesh.

"And sadly you have failed me in all these things" The final blow was aimed with precision, slamming not across but between her thighs, only slightly absorbed by the leather thong and I laughed as she cried out, then laughed again as I pointed out another humiliating point that trickled to the floor.

"You should have spoken more respectfully and used your time more wisely, now you have a puddle to clean up as well as your original lesson to learn"

Picking up a towel I tossed it to the floor beside her and then fastened a second leash to her collar before releasing her from the floor.

"Now clean your mess and remember what disrespect to your master brings you" I warned her in an ominous voice
 
Jennifer

I cried out as the first two lashes fell across my skin, biting into the skin along my thighs. I strove to withstand it, to not give in to the pain that seared my flesh and I managed to bite back a second cry until he landed the third one against my crotch causing me to scream in pain and loose my bladder in the shock.

I placed my face down on the ground and gritted my teeth as pain flashed through my vaginal area tears ran down my face and I felt utterly helpless to do anything about my situation. He was laughing as he threw me a towel and said,"You should have spoken more respectfully and used your time more wisely, now you have a puddle to clean up as well as your original lesson to learn"

Attatching another leash to the collar around my neck he released the one that kept me pinned to the floor and my muscles screamed in protest as I began to clean up the place where I had voided.

Once done I dropped the towel and just knelt there not caring what else he did to me at that moment. Everything was lost, everything. First I lost my job and then I lost my possessions, my mother's house would be next and I had now realized that I had lost any chance of freedom even if I did escape. I could be prisoner here or in jail but I would never be free again.

I knelt there shaking with heart wrenching sobs shaking my head in puzzlement. "Why are you doing this to me? Who am I to you that you feel you must take everything away from me? What did I ever do to you to deserve this?"
 
Pulling her to me I held the leash and her inches from my face.


"You will address me as "Master" when you are allowed to speak" I barked at her, her red, tear stained eyes opening wide.

"When you begin to show that you hear and listen to my words, THEN you will be granted the privalege to speak, BUT you will never Question my authority!"

Walking thru the door I pulled her with me, pointing to a corner where a shower head hung from the wall. Ignoring the emotions that tortured her I lowered the tone of my voice and instructed her.

"Remove your uniform and I will take you to the shower, and remember what you have been told"

With a click the leash came off her collar ring and I moved back to a nearby homemade chair, perching on the edge of it.

"Do you understand?" I questioned her quietly
 
Jennifer

My heart lept into my throat as he jerked the leash and pulled my face just inches from his. "You will address me as 'Master' when you are allowed to speak," He practically yelled at me and my eyes opened wide.

"When you begin to show that you hear and listen to my words, THEN you will be granted the privalege to speak, BUT you will never Question my authority!" He continued and I shuddered at the menace in his words.

Then he pulled me into another room and pointed out a corner with a shower head and no curtain for privacy. I could not believe what he wanted me to do. Strip in front of him and bathe. Never! I couldn't do it! I wouldn't! He took off the leash and I backed away from him and to the other side of the room, my hands covering my breast and barely covered mound, looking desperately about for an escape.

I shook my head the tears falling even faster down my cheeks as I whispered. "No, I can't. Please, please don't make me." I stood shivering before him, a former shell of myself but my modesty and pride still warring within me balking at showing him what I kept from all eyes save my own.
 
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Years of hard work chasing my dreams had given me a hardened physique, building layers of muscles that were still with me even though my dreams were not.

I used those muscles to strip off the t-shirt I wore and covered the distance that seperated us in one quick step.

"No, you don't get it!" I growled, remembering what this frightened yet still defiant woman had taken from me "I didn't ask you, I told you and I don't give a damn what you think or feel, you made your decisions long ago and now the *note is due*!"

Grabbing the leather strap between her breasts I pulled her towards me, my free hand coming around in a deadly, open hand arc. The sound of my calloused hand meeting her cheek echoed off the walls, her eyes rolling in her head as I twisted the showers water control. The cold water streamed from the shower head as I pulled off the bra and then the thong, leaving her propped against the wall as the ice cold current pummelled her.

"The only choice you have now is to take a cold shower or a warm one" I growled at her trembling form "The bigger choices have all been stripped from you"

Turning I finished the thought "Like they were from me" and picking up a wash cloth and soap tossed it at her feet.
 
Jennifer

I cowered before him as he approached me anger apparent on his face. "No, you don't get it!" He growled,"I didn't ask you, I told you and I don't give a damn what you think or feel, you made your decisions long ago and now the *note is due*!"

He reached for the strap between my breasts and I was pulled toward him my head reeling from the blow I never saw coming. His rough hands stripped me of the only clothing I had and I was shoved under the cold water a scream echoing from me as the freezing water hit my body causing it to shudder with the cold.

"The only choice you have now is to take a cold shower or a warm one" He told me and tossed a cloth and soap onto the ground "The bigger choices have all been stripped from you"

Sobbing and feeling the imprint of his hand on my face I reached with trembling, frozen fingers and adjusted the water until it became warm and then picked up the soap and cloth, only dropping it once and began to wash my body avoiding any contact with his gaze as I stared off into the distance and tried to concentrate on cleaning myself and nothing else. Once done I rinsed and turned of the water, standing there my hands over my breast and pubic area my gaze still on the wall beside me, my stance ridgid and unbending.
 
For long minutes I stared at her as the water dripped from her nude body.Steadfastly she refused to meet my gaze as her body cooled and her flesh pimpled in response.

"It's a funny thing about leather" I spoke out loud "After being wet it begins to shrink, and unchecked it'll decrease in size up to one tenth of it's original size"

Picking up the cane I had brought with me I pointed to the door and sneered "After you"

Still refusing to meet me she moved, staying as far as way as possible as she moved into the center of the room.

"Stop there" I said softly "Turn and kneel down here"

Watching as she grimaced then bent to comply I couldn't help but appreciate her curves and the beauty she had hidden so well.

"How does it feel to know your life and welfare is in someone elses hands and that you're on the losing end?" I asked her curiously, squatting beside her and waiting for her reply.
 
Jennifer

His comment about leather confused me as he had taken off my bra and thong and then my eyes flared open and I reached up to touch the collar still on my neck, a whimper coming from me. Looking away from his face I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as the thought that maybe stranglation would be better than living this life of dispair but the fear of it shuddered through me even as I thought it. He ushered me into the other room stopping me when I was halfway into it and ordering me to kneel. My face showed my distaste but there was nothing I could do about it so I obeyed.

"How does it feel to know your life and welfare is in someone elses hands and that you're on the losing end?" He asked me while squatting beside me and I swallowed hard before answering him. I could either play it his way and come out of it at least alive or I could stick to my stubborn pride and feel the life sqeezed from me as my leather collar dried and strangled me to death.

Raising my eyes to his I let him see the deep fear there. Tears gathered in my eyes and began to course down my cheeks. "I hate it," I whispered to him trying to hold back a sob. "Please, don't let me die. I promise I will do my best to do what you say."
 
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