Copyright
2009 by Lorna Snowdon, all rights reserved
A Week on the Chain
“Harriet, do remember what we agreed if I caught you doing
that again?”
I looked up and my roommate was leaning on the door jamb. I pulled my hand away from my clit. Damn, I had been so close. I thought she was at her art class.
“Art class was canceled,” she said, as if reading my thoughts.
“I’m sorry, Kathleen,” I said, “I just needed…”
“Do you remember what we agreed?”
“Yes,” I said weakly.
“What did we agree, Harriet?”
“A week on the chain,” I said meekly.
“And?”
“In…in the…belt.”
“Put it on,” she said dropping the hateful thing on the bed
next to me.
I looked at it and my mind rebelled. A week on the chain was bad but, locked up in
this…this restrictive Middle Ages abomination was horrifying. I knew Kathleen, and once she had my pussy
locked away I would be chaste until my week was up. She would also delight in teasing me unmercifully
the entire time.
“Kathleen,” I begged, “please, not the belt.”
“Why, Harriet?” she asked.
“Would you promise not to touch yourself if I didn’t make you wear it?”
She had a point. I had
promised not to touch myself and she and just walked in on me breaking my
promise but…a week in the belt?
“Kathleen, I promise.”
“That you won’t play with yourself?”
“Yes.”
“For a whole week?”
“Yes, Kath I promise.”
“Then it really doesn’t make a difference, does it?”
“What?”
“If you’re locked away or not.”
“Kath…”
“I mean if you are saying that you won’t touch yourself then
being locked up is no big deal, is it?”
“But…”
“Put the fucking belt on you cheating little slut,” she
barked.
“Kath, I love you,” I said, trying one more time to keep this
awful thing from happening.
“And I love you, Harriet,” she said. “It’s why I need you locked up.”
“Because you love me?”
“Yes, Harriet, and it sickens me when you cheat on me like you
do.”
“Kath honey, I would never…”
“Bullshit, Harriet. Do
you think I’m stupid?”
“What?”
“I catch you in here on the bed naked with your fingers
playing a symphony on your cunt and you pretend that you aren’t cheating.”
“I...I’m not. I just
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 a…a piece of toilet paper. I was heartbroken. She didn’t care.
“I need you to get me ready for tonight,” she said. “My old roommate called. I haven’t seen her in five years and we are
going out tonight.”
“Kath,” I quavered, “it’s not that Jasmine bitch you told me
about, is it?”
“Harriet,” she snapped, “it’s none of your fucking business
but yes it happens to be Jasmine.”
“Kathleen,” I wailed, “don’t you remember the things you’ve
told me about her?”
“What things?”
“Like how she used to treat you?”
“I was weak then,” Kathleen said confidently, “I’m stronger
now.”
“Kath…”
“Shut up and give me a bath.”
I tried to show her how much I loved her as I bathed her and
helped her get ready for her night out with Jasmine but she had hardened her
heart. The final cut came when she was
ready to leave. She came in with a bowl
of dog food and placed it on the floor next to my bed. I looked up at her for any trace of pity but
her face was frigid.
“I bought this for you,” she said. “It is all that you will get while you are on
that chain and I will only give you one bowl a day so, if you are hungry, you’d
better eat.”
“My god, Kath,” I blubbered, “what did I do to make you hate
me like this?”
“You know what you did you little slut and I don’t hate
you. I love you but I am going to teach
you a lesson if it kills you.”
I put my head down and started to sob. Not your normal I-need-to-cry-about-it tears but
deep heart wrenching weeping that came from my soul. Whether Kathleen knew it or not something
between us had changed and like Humpty Dumpty it could never be put together
again. She still didn’t get it. I heard the door close and knew that things
would never be the same. When my week
was up I would be leaving.
***
They came in around midnight.
They were drunk and disorderly and were dropping things, banging into
tables and chairs and laughing like hyenas.
I cringed into the corner where the wall and the tub met and prayed that
Kathleen wasn’t so drunk she would feel the need to show me off. I prayed in vain because it wasn’t twenty
minutes before I heard them coming up the stairs.
“What do we have here?” Jasmine said looking at me with
obvious interest.
“I’m her friend Harriet,” I answered before Kathleen could
speak.
“Do you always keep your friend in a chastity belt and locked
in the bathroom?” Jasmine asked Kathleen
“No, Jas, she’s my…uh…slave,” Kathleen said.
“Kathleen!” I screeched, “I’m not your slave. We only agreed to…”
“Your slave?” Jasmine interrupted. “Kind of like you used to be mine?”
She hid it well from Jasmine but I could tell that statement
seriously upset Kathleen and by proxy I was disturbed. Kath had told me that Jasmine was overbearing
and mean to her but not anything about being a slave.
“Remember, Kathleen?” she said softly. “When you were my little cunt licking
servant?”
“Jas…I…Jas…please…”
“Remember how you used to like me to torture your nipples”?
“Jas, this is not…”
“And tease your little bud until you would have done anything
for me to let you go?”
“Jasmine, stop!” Kathleen screeched. “I’m not like that anymore.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“So, you wouldn’t get excited if I touched your breasts like I
used to?” Jasmine said reaching out and gently caressing Kathleen’s tits.
“Oh…..oh…please,” Kathleen said bring he hands up in a futile
effort to stop Jasmine from doing what her body was craving.
“Put your hands down at your sides now,” Jasmine said sternly.
Kathleen put her hands down and stood like a virgin waiting to
be ravished. Jasmine unbuttoned
Kathleen’s blouse and pulled it down on her arms, then unsnapped her bra in
front leaving her breasts free.
“Just as I remembered,” Jasmine laughed, teasing Kathleen’s
nipples lightly.
“Jas, please don’t do this.”
“You want me to stop?” Jasmine said, removing her hands.
“Oooooh,” Kathleen wailed, pushing her breasts out.
“I didn’t think so,” Jasmine giggled.
“Jas…I…”
“Take off your clothes, slut!” Jasmine demanded.
Kathleen reacted like she was possessed. She stripped her blouse and bra off in a
flash and then removed her skirt and panties.
When she was completely naked she knelt in front of Jasmine and pressed
her face into Jasmine’s crotch. Jasmine
laughed.
“Good girl,” Jasmine said patting Kathleen on her head. “I’m not going to have to keep you on a chain
like your little friend, am I?”
Kathleen looked devastated but she shook her head. Jasmine turned and walked to the door.
“Come on, slave-girl.
Let’s see how well your tongue remembers what I taught it.”
“Wait,” I begged, “What about me?”
“What about you, Harriet?” Jasmine asked pleasantly.
“I’m not part of this,” I said. “I’m just her roommate.”
“She said you were her slave, Harriet.”
“I’m not,” I said earnestly, “we…we’re just friends.”
“Then why are you locked up like that?”
“It’s complicated,” I said.
“I don’t care,” Jasmine said.
“What?”
“I don’t really care.
She said you were her slave and that makes you mine now.”
“Kath?” I begged.
Kathleen didn’t respond.
Her gaze was riveted on Jasmine’s crotch. Jasmine turned and passed through the
door. Kathleen crawled after her. At the door Kath stopped and looked back at
me. Her face said it all.
The End
Nice story. I love the role switch at the end ... bad news for Harriet but great fun for your readers. Part two? Count me in for that.