EMILIE'S LOSS

BY THE ONE

Continuation of No Longer My Own.

I awoke to a horrible cramp in my stomach. I tried to move into a new position, but found I couldn’t. Slowly and with great reluctance I remembered my situation.

I was still in the strict bondage Alice had left me in overnight. My hands were cuffed to the head of my bed, and a tight posture collar was locked on my neck. The cause of my cramps was a crushing corset locked around me from my waist to my chest. There was also a hard plastic chastity belt locked on me, with vibrators attached in both holes. I tried to call out to Alice, but my jaw was stabbed with muscular pain from being forced wide open by a ball gag, with Alice’s panties shoved in my mouth.

Tears again sprung from my eyes as I collapsed in hopelessness. Only Alice could free me, and from the sounds coming through my bedroom door I would have to wait until she was finished in the shower.

As I looked over my sorry state, my eyes fell on the two bracelets that were now permanently locked on my wrists. At least until Alice decided to take them off. And that time might never come. They labeled me as a slave to both her and Lisa. The thought of it brought a fresh round of noiseless sobs. I had to escape them. But how?

My mind began to formulate desperate plans. I could tell Eric. But what could he do? Alice and Lisa would probably just go after him too. I could tell our parents. No. They’d never believe me. Alice was too good at playing innocent.

A few dozen wild schemes must have gone through my mind before the door opened and Alice’s smiling face appeared. “Good morning, little slave!”

I moaned through my gag, pleading for release as tears streamed down my face. My sister sauntered in twirling around her finger the keys that would set me free. At least I knew she had to let me go; we had school that day.

Another wave of pain shot from my cramped stomach, making me wince and whimper. Alice looked at me sympathetically.

“Well Emilie, have you learned your lesson?”

“Mm-hm! Mm-hm!” I moaned.

She cast her eyes over me and knelt down beside my bed. She reached her hand up and stroked my tear-streaked face. “Are you ready to be let go?”

I fought the collar to nod frantically, still moaning with pain.

She rose and moved down toward the foot of my bed. Ever so slowly, she reached between my legs and unlocked and removed each vibrator from me. They hurt pretty badly coming out after being in so long. Then she freed me of the chastity belt.

Next she took off the collar, gently rubbing my sore neck. Lastly, the corset had to come off. I was dreading its removal, since it was so tight. I knew it would hurt badly as my constricted abdomen expanded to its normal position.

I trembled and whimpered as she unlocked the corset. She hushed me and laid a ‘comforting’ hand on my chest. With experienced fingers she untied and unlaced the corset. She pulled out one last knot, and it sprang open.

At first I felt nothing. Then it felt as if all my insides slid downward (and they probably did). I squeezed my eyes shut and bit the ball gag hard to stop from screaming at the intense, stabbing pain. I couldn’t draw breath for at least a minute, and even then it was painful.

When she could see that my agony had passed, Alice asked, “Now will you be a good girl and be quiet if I take your gag off?”

“Mm-hm.”

She reached behind my head and unbuckled the gag. Once the ball was out, she withdrew her soaked panties from my mouth. I gagged and coughed as the obstruction was removed. I tried to form words, but my jaw muscles seemed to be in shock.

“Now,” she said, “I’m going to release you from your bed. But, if you make any move to run, you will be punished.”

I just looked at her and cried. She untied my ankles and freed me from the cuffs, then stood back to give me space.

At this point, I felt no anger against her anymore. I was too grateful for my release to be angry. I stood on unsteady legs, but almost fell, so I sat back down on the bed. She sat next to me and put her arm over my shoulders.

Forgetting all my hatred from last night, I threw my arms around her and buried my face in her chest, sobbing. She held my naked form against her and just let me cry.

“There, there, now,” she said, “Let’s go and get you cleaned up.”

I allowed her to guide me into the bathroom. She drew hot water in the tub while I stood and shivered. Once she had the tub nicely filled with steamy water, she took my hand and helped me in. The hot bath felt so good on my tormented skin, and the sensation got even better as she poured something in the water. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it made my whole body feel tingly and smooth, and it took the incessant pain out of my stomach muscles.

Tenderly, Alice rubbed a sponge over my skin, not missing an inch. She even massaged me between my legs. I think I fell asleep in the bath, I’m not sure. But I only became aware of myself again when Alice had drained the water out of the tub and kissed me on the lips. I had the feeling like I’d had an unconscious orgasm, but I was never sure. She let me get out and dry myself off, then led me back to my room.

She sat me down on the bed, then slipped her shirt off and sat beside me. She said, “Tell me, Emilie: how do you feel today?”

“Glad to be free,” I breathed.

“Do you want to go through a night like that again?”

“No! Never! Please, no! I’ll be a good girl. I promise!” I wrapped my arms around her again and pushed my head up under her chest. Though I should’ve hated her, her satin bra and the firmness of her breasts calmed me. I felt a gentle hand petting me and stroking my hair.

Alice said, “Now that’s the kind of attitude I’ve been wanting from you all along! I think you finally understand your role in life!”

“Mm-hm,” I murmured.

She lowered her voice. “So. What should you be calling me now that you’ve accepted your place?”

Hoping she wouldn’t punish me for forgetfulness, I said, “I’m sorry Mistress. I won’t forget again.”

She purred and kissed me, saying softly, “Good girl, Emilie. If you keep your behavior this good, you may start earning back some privileges.”

“Really?” I wondered.

“Of course! Good behavior must always be rewarded. Now, get dressed. Since you were so good this morning, you may wear what you want. Except for your shoes. I want you in three-inch heels to start with. I’ll be back in ten minutes to get you.” She got up and left, letting her hand linger on my still-naked butt before sliding away with a little pat.

But I barely noticed any of this. A new strategy of fighting my oppression was forming in my head. Instead of defying her, I would comply. I would be a perfect little angel. I would give her absolutely no reason in the world to punish me, or even think of punishing me. Then when she thought I was totally under her control, I would strike. It wasn’t clear to me yet what I would do. But I had plenty of time to think about it while I won her over. Starting this morning!

It was easy enough to be good at home, by making Alice breakfast and then dancing for her while she ate. It was easy in the car on the way to school, by pleasuring myself for her entertainment (and my own). But my newfound contentment was shattered when Alice said before we entered the school, “Emilie, you’ve been very good this morning. But my rule still stands: if I see you talking to that boy you wrote about…was his name Eric?… you will be punished. I will make you wear the corset again tonight.” I tried to protest, but was answered immediately by a slap on the face. She said threateningly, “Don’t make me take back all the praise I’ve given you today. You’re making me proud so far; don’t disappoint me. You won’t like the results.”

Inside, I was allowed to talk with my female friends (and guys who I didn’t seriously consider dating). But of course I wasn’t allowed to speak to Eric. So when he came up to me and said good morning, all I could do was look at him, shake my head, and look away.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

I looked around for Alice and saw her watching me from a doorway. I made a pleading face to her, and she glowered and shook her head menacingly. I looked away from her and also tried to keep my eyes away from Eric. But my heart broke as he desperately persisted to find out what was wrong. I still couldn’t speak to him; Alice was watching. But then she and Lisa went into their ‘private’ room with Heather, Kristin, and Nikki. I was told to come, but the door closed behind Alice and she didn’t keep watching. I quickly turned back to my love, who was nearly dying from sad confusion. I grabbed him and buried my teary eyes in his shoulder. The most believable lie I could choke out was, “My parents said no!”

He was silent for a moment, then said flatly, “Oh.”

Not waiting for him to recover, I kissed him fiercely and backed away. “I have to go,” I said, drying my eyes. I started to walk away.

“Emilie,” he called.

I turned back.

He said, “I understand. I’ll wait for you.”

I tried not to cry again as I just shook my head. He would never understand.

“I’ll wait for you,” he said again, turned, and left.

I hurried off to the room where my mistresses and fellow slaves waited.

Alice noticed my reddened eyes and face immediately. “Have you been crying?” she asked.

I nodded.

“You didn’t talk to him, did you?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded.

“You’re lying,” Lisa accused sharply. Alice shot her a warning look.

I looked up at my sister and shook my head ‘no’ without a word. Heather, Nikki, and Kristin looked on in silence as I fell into Alice’s arms and sobbed. I expected harsh reprimand, but all she said was, “Hush. Calm down. We’ve all had to go through this at least once.” She caressed my shaking body, allowing me to rest my head on her shoulder as I bitterly mourned my loss…

That night, I tearfully wrote lies in my journal for the first time. I knew I couldn’t write what actually happened. Alice read my writings daily. So I decided I would only write things that made me look good in her eyes. As long as I remembered what really happened, it was okay. I would be free someday.

Before I went to sleep, Alice paid a visit. She sat down on the edge of my bed and stroked my hair as I lay crying.

“It’s going to be alright, Emilie,” she said, “I said this morning you could earn privileges back. Give it time, and be good, and I’ll let you date again. Really, you’ll see. The life of an obedient slave isn’t all that bad.”

I just stared back at her with tears in my eyes.

She smiled sadly, patted my cheek and kissed me good night.

As I lay in the darkness of my room, his words came back to me. I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait for you.

Feeling myself nearing another breakdown, I let those words play over and over in my head. I whispered to no one, “Please wait for me! I won’t be long!” But I didn’t really believe myself.

His words didn’t reassure me much longer either, and that night I cried myself to sleep, the bracelets feeling like lead weights on my wrists…