Forced Submission (10 page)

He led her from the dungeon to the master bathroom. He
pulled the round pill packet he’d obtained only slightly illegally from the
drawer and pushed out one of the small pills. Though she would have to earn his
cock, one could never be too careful. “Take this,” he ordered, holding out the
pill. “It’s birth control.”

He watched the play of emotions move over her face, and he
silently dared her to refuse. Finally she took the pill and placed it on her
tongue, accepting the small paper cup of water he offered and drinking every
drop.

Once that was done, Ellis had M stand in the middle of the
large bathtub. “Please, Sir,” she said in a breathy whisper. “May I speak?”

Ellis regarded the naked, trembling girl as he made his
decision. “All right,” he said finally. “What is it?”

“I’m still so thirsty, Sir. So hungry. I feel dizzy. Please
let me eat something. I need—”

“You forget, you tried to escape,” Ellis interrupted. “You
have only yourself to blame. Now stop whining. You’ve got enough fat on that
body to survive without food for weeks.”

M swayed, her face going white. She looked like she was
about to pass out. Ellis reached for her shoulder to steady her. It wouldn’t do
to have her conk out and smash her head. “You can have more water,” he said,
relenting. “Sit down and I’ll turn on the faucet. You can drink from it before
I bathe you.”

M sank down in the empty tub, licking her lips, which Ellis
saw now were badly chapped. He turned on the cold water and she leaned eagerly
forward, putting her face into the stream. He stood watching her until he
decided she’d had enough.

Reaching over, Ellis turned off the flow. “Stand up and put
your arms behind your head.” He waited while she struggled awkwardly to her
feet. She moved about as gracefully as a cow, he noted with disgust. They would
definitely be working on that.

“Do you need to pee?” he asked, eyeing her shaven cunt. Her
mons was baby-smooth and no longer red from the waxing. When he looked at her
face, the rising color in her cheeks told him all he needed to know, but he’d
asked a direct question, and so he waited.

Finally she admitted, “Yes, Sir.”

He nodded. “Go ahead. Remain standing.”

She blew out a breath, but at least knew better than to
protest. She shifted in the tub, spreading her legs. She closed her eyes, her
mouth pursing in concentration. For several long seconds nothing happened. Then
came a stream of urine, which splashed down into the tub. M’s face was red. Was
there no end to her blushing?

When the last of the pee dribbled down her leg, Ellis turned
on the cold water again. “You still haven’t earned hot, I’m afraid,” he
informed her. He took the scrub brush from its hook on the wall and squirted
some liquid soap on the bristles. Reaching for the handheld showerhead beside
the faucet, he flicked the small lever at its base to move the water flow from
the faucet to the showerhead, and aimed the cold water in M’s direction.

Predictably, she squealed, angling her body away from the
stream. “Back in position!” Ellis admonished, annoyed. “No matter what I do to
you, you stay in position. That is one of the prime rules of your submission,
M. You. Will. Not. Move. Do it again, and just see what happens.” To make his
point, he aimed the stream at her face. She squeezed her eyes closed, bunching
her lips together in a pout, but this time she stayed put.

He moved the spray over her body, wetting her thoroughly
before using the soapy scrub brush. He ran the bristles roughly over her breasts
and belly and along her thighs. Adding more soap, he scrubbed her armpits and
then rinsed her with the cold water. She was shaking now, her body covered with
goose bumps.

“Spread your legs wide and arch your cunt forward,” he
instructed. She did as ordered. She had a very pretty cunt, now that he’d waxed
all that nasty hair from it. Ellis used his fingers this time, coating them
with soap and rubbing them along her delicate, nicely formed labia. He lingered
over the small bump of her clit, his mind leaping ahead to the orgasm training
he had planned for her later in the day.

He aimed the water spray between her legs to wash away the
soap. “Turn around.” He ran the water stream over her back. “Bend over and
spread your ass cheeks.” She did as she was told, spreading her ample cheeks
with trembling hands to reveal the small, dark pink pucker of her asshole.
Ellis scrubbed between her cheeks with the brush and then squirted the cold
water along her crack.

Satisfied she was clean enough, he turned off the handheld
showerhead and replaced it in the holder beside the faucet. “Your hair is a
mess, one I don’t think I want to hassle with every day. We’ll have to do
something about that.” An idea had been forming in his mind. He had thought to
wait until she was better trained, but maybe this was as good a time as any to
put his plan into action.

He tossed a towel at her. “Dry off. We’ve got a busy day.”

~*~

Mia touched the chain around her neck and slipped her
fingers beneath it as she squirted toilet bowl cleaner into the toilet with her
other hand. The skin on her neck felt bruised and tender from his constantly
jerking the choke collar against it. He’d left the leash on as well, and she
hadn’t dared to remove it; it hung down her back like a braid, the loop at the
end of it bouncing against her ass when she walked. There were leather cuffs
around her wrists and ankles, the ones on her ankles chained together with a
short hobble chain that made it difficult to walk. At least he’d left her alone
to do her chores.

While she’d been making Ellis’ bed and dusting the furniture
in his room, she’d longed to open the drawers and hunt for something she could
use as a potential weapon, but she’d resisted the impulse. The way he’d managed
to lock the bathroom door without her seeing how he did it, plus the fact he’d
left her alone upstairs to clean, made her fairly sure he was probably
monitoring her, maybe even hoping she’d do something he could then punish her
for. Sure enough, as she glanced surreptitiously around the bedrooms and
bathrooms as she worked, she saw tiny black plastic devices that she was pretty
sure were cameras mounted in various strategic spots.

Though she hadn’t had anything to eat since the bit of fruit
and cheese the day before, her hunger seemed to have abated, or at least
metamorphosed into a tight ball of dull pain in her belly. But she was still
thirsty. As she sprayed glass cleaner on the mirror over the sinks and polished
the faucets, she was dying to bend down, turn on the faucet and scoop handfuls
of water into her mouth.

This reminded her of the pill he’d forced her to take. Was
it really a birth control pill? She’d considered only pretending to take it and
spitting it out later, but had decided to swallow it. The thought of being
impregnated by this monster was too horrifying to contemplate.

How she hated the man. It was hard to imagine now that she’d
fantasized about his sweeping her off her feet like some prince in a fairytale.
She was trapped in some kind of fairytale all right, but it was the bad kind,
where the girl has to go through a series of impossible tasks or risk certain
death. Would there be a happy ending for her, though? Try as she might, she
couldn’t foresee how.

Just get through the next hour
. To think further out
would only make her lose her mind.

She shuddered at the memory of the icy spray and the rough
bristles of the scrub brush as Ellis had washed her with brisk, methodical
efficiency, a cold gleam in his eyes as he worked. It was odd that he hadn’t
washed her hair, or let her wash it. She would have thought he would have
insisted on it.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, pulling her fingers
through her tangled tresses. Her hair had always been her pride, thick and
shiny, the feature she received the most compliments on. She would have loved
to open one of the drawers on either side of the sinks in search of a brush but
she didn’t dare. Her eyes flickered from her hair to her face and she looked
quickly away, shocked by the pinched look of fear around her mouth, the haunted
look in her eyes, and the purple smudges beneath them.

She heard the distant sound of an old-fashioned clock
chiming the hour and hurried to finish her work, praying the job she was doing
would be considered adequate. She was just mopping the second bathroom, the
last of her tasks, when she heard him coming up the stairs. Her heart shifted
into gear at the sound but she forced herself to finish her task, running the
mop over the marble bathroom tiles, though they had seemed perfectly clean to her
before she started.

She became aware of Ellis standing in the door of the
bathroom. She dared a glance in his direction. He leaning against the door
frame, his blond hair streaked with gold, his brown eyes moving over her as she
worked. He was so handsome, though now she saw the hard, cruel set of his
mouth. “Time for inspection,” he said.

He started with the room they were in, lifting the toilet
seat, looking behind the commode, inspecting the shower and the mirror. He said
nothing, which Mia hoped was a good thing. She followed him into the bedroom,
which had been spotless when she’d entered it, though she’d still dusted and
vacuumed, just to be safe. She’d made the bed she’d soiled the day before,
recalling the terror that caused her to lose control of her bladder and the
deep humiliation that followed.

Ellis pulled back the quilt and inspected the sheets. She
felt her gut clench when he frowned, reaching a hand beneath the top sheet and
jerking it back. “Didn’t anyone teach you the proper way to make a bed?” He
pulled the sheet from the bed and threw it to the carpet. “Start over. First
pull the bottom sheet smooth. I don’t want to see a single wrinkle. I should be
able to bounce a dime on there when you’re done.” He pointed to the sheet he’d
thrown down. “Then tuck your top sheet properly with hospital corners. Were you
raised in a barn?”

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

The words raced through her mind as Mia struggled to keep
her expression blank. “No, Sir,” she replied. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll try again.”

“That you will. And again. And again. As long as it takes.”

Ellis watched, his arms folded, as Mia tried desperately to
remake the bed to his satisfaction. She had been careful the first time, and
she had used hospital corners. It had looked just fine to her, but she was
coming to realize it didn’t matter what she thought. It mattered what Ellis
thought. Finally she stepped back, daring to steal a glance at him. She watched
in horror and dismay as he ripped the sheet once more from the bed.

“Again.”

Mia reached for the sheet, tears of frustration and fury
pricking her eyes. Once again she made the bed, taking meticulous care with the
hospital corners, praying this time she had gotten it right.

“Better,” Ellis said to Mia’s relief, though his tone was
grudging.

They went through the same thing in his bedroom and
bathroom. Though he didn’t force her to remake the bed, he did have issue with
the toilet. He took a Q-Tip from the cupboard and, lifting the seat, ran the
swab along the rim of the bowl. He held it up for her to see. “Does that look
clean to you?” His voice was menacing. Though Mia had been careful to run the
brush under the rim, she saw that the tip of cotton swab had a smear of rust on
it,

“I’m sorry,” she whispered faintly. “I thought I had—”

“Silence!” Ellis boomed. “Answer the question that is asked
and then shut your mouth, you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir,” Mia whispered again, her body going rigid with
fear as he took a step toward her. Before she could react, he grabbed the chain
around her throat, using it to jerk her down to her knees in front of the
toilet. She felt a strong hand on the back of her neck as he pushed her face
forward until her nose touched the water in the bowl. She closed her eyes and
held her breath, waiting for him to plunge her head into the water.

Instead he just held her there for several long seconds, his
fingers digging into the back of her neck. Finally he let her go and she sat
back, water dripping from her nose, her heart pounding as she gasped for breath.

“I’ll hold your head under next time. Don’t let it happen
again.” He reached for her leash and gave it a jerk, tugging her to her feet.
He dropped the leash and moved toward the sinks. He reached into a drawer and
pulled some things out. When he turned to face her, she saw he was holding a
pair of scissors and what looked like a trimming tool, the kind barbers used to
clean up the backs of men’s necks after a haircut.

He’d already waxed her pubic hair away, so what…?

Mia felt her blood run cold as she realized what he must
have in mind.
Your hair is a mess…We’ll have to do something about that.
She took a step back, her hand going automatically to her hair, her beautiful
long hair.

“No.” The word left her lips before she could stop it.

Ellis frowned, lifting the scissors and pointing them at her
like a weapon. “Did I hear the word
no
, M? Didn’t we have this
discussion already?”

Mia tried to swallow but it felt as if there was a lump in
her throat. “Please,” she begged, taking another step back as she stared at the
pointy scissors in his hand.

Ellis moved forward. “That’s better,” he replied,
deliberately misunderstanding her, she was sure. “Yes, it will please me to do
exactly as I like. Don’t forget that, M. You are my possession, to do with as I
will.” He lowered his arm. “Now get over here.”

While Mia stood trembling in front of the mirror, Ellis went
to the large linen closet and pulled out a folding stool, which he opened and
positioned beside her. “Sit.” He pointed to the stool, tugging at her leash.
Having no choice, Mia obeyed. Ellis cuffed her wrists behind her back with a
clip he had in his shorts pocket. He set the trimmer on the counter and moved
behind her, lifting a swath of hair in one hand, the scissors in the other.