CHAPTER 7: THE REAL WORLD
She awoke to the sound of silence. Her body was aching all over. She felt
nauseous and had to use all her concentration not to vomit into the gag... which
wasn't there. Her hand moved to inspect and it was indeed gone. And her hand
was free! She sat up suddenly. She was in her bed. The world began to swim
away and she lay back down.
The ceiling. She'd spent all that time looking only at the floor and here was a
ceiling. It didn't look much different, really.
The doorbell rang. She ponderously got out of bed and threw on a morning coat.
The apartment was a complete mess. No doubt they had ransacked it after finding
out who she was.
The doorbell rang again. Jenny went to the door and opened it a crack. It was
Mrs Gray, the landlady.
"There you are!" she exclaimed. "I've been looking for you three days now! You
don't answer your door, you don't answer your phone. I was starting to worry
about you!"
"I'm fine, Mrs Gray. I just had to visit some family."
"Well you could at least have left the rent with me before you left then! It's
three days overdue you know!"
"Yes, I'm sorry Mrs Gray. I just forgot since it happened so suddenly."
"Oh really? I hope it wasn't too serious!"
That was Mrs Gray's patented opening line of interrogation. Even old hens
called her a blabbermouth.
"Well, I'd rather not talk about it."
"Oh." she said, clearly disappointed. She'd probably try again later.
"Are you sure you're alright? You look positively pale, child!"
"I'm fine, really, Mrs Gray. I just caught a flu, that's all."
Mrs Gray practically leapt back in the corridor. "Well," she said in nervous
tones, "You take care of yourself then, and have the rent paid when you're
feeling better, but before the weeks end!" She darted down the hall.
Nothing like the hint of sickness to scare her off. Now she'll spend the rest
of the day telling her fellow hens how her head hurts and how she must be coming
down with something.
Jenny went to the kitchen to make some coffee. She hadn't had any in a long
time and the craving was getting strong. She glanced at the kitchen clock.
June 3rd. She'd been gone a week.
Jenny busied herself with cleaning up the apartment to keep her mind off that
ordeal.
The next day she started looking for work. Her job at the Pack 'n Shop was
gone, of course. You don't just miss 3 days work without calling and expect
then to welcome you with open arms. Dave had, of course, offered to still be
friends. Yeah right.
School continued at its incredibly slow pace. She could have missed a month and
not even noticed it. All through the boring lectures, she found her mind
drifting back to her ordeal. Was she really a masochist? That week had been
horrible for sure, and yet she felt almost a yearning...
That night she decided to do a little investigation on the internet. She found
a large number of sites about bondage and S&M, eventually hitting a local
bondage club resource page. Sure enough, there was one in her town, at her
campus even!
She started frequenting the club and its activities, and even met a dom at one
of the events. He played rough, for sure, but it just wasn't the same, somehow,
and she always finished disappointed. It was as if knowing that she would be
released afterwards just killed the mood. She asked him to lock her up for long
terms, but he refused to do anything beyond overnight.
"It starts to get dangerous with multiple days in bondage." he'd said, "Besides,
you have work and school. You don't want this taking up all of your time."
He was right, of course. She'd found another cashier job where she worked three
days a week, and she couldn't afford to miss a single day if she wanted to keep
working there. Plus, exams were coming up.
And yet she yearned. Finally she made up her mind. In the car she kept telling
herself that she only wanted to talk, nothing more. He might not even let her
in after all the trouble she'd caused him. As she turned into the apartment
complex, she was shaking visibly.
She went to the door, composed herself, and rang the bell. No one answered.
Maybe he wasn't home yet. What would he say when he saw her face?
The door opened and her breath caught in her throat.
"Yeah?" A complete stranger peered out at her. "Whaddaya want?"
"Uhh sorry.. I must have the wrong apartment." she said weakly.
He grunted and slammed the door in her face.
Of course he'd have moved. As long as she knew where he lived, she could start
snooping around again. Why the hell was she out here anyway? They'd probably
have her killed or worse. She felt a pang of regret as she drove home.
That night she dreamed of the compound. She was suspended spread eagle while
the man paced around her, trailing his whip behind him. He would shout
something incomprehensible and then lash her with the whip. She struggled hard
but in vain. Her flesh was his prisoner as he lashed her stomach, then her
tits, then her cunt, ignoring her plaintive cries. It felt so real she had to
examine herself in the mirror the next morning to be sure.
