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NataliaI'd been on my hands and knees for hours now. Master had given me a few breaks throughout the day, but fuck I never wanted this punishment again. His bare feet were in the center of my back. I don't think this was comfortable for him, mostly because I suspected he was trying not to put all his weight on me.My head was pointing toward the door so anyone that passed by could see my face. And it was a lot since it was time for people to start clocking in and the time clock was past Master's office down at the end of the hall. They all looked in as they went by, waving and greeting my master. Then they gawked at me again on the way back down the hallway. Ugh.No one asked what was going on. I mean we were in a sex club and I was a collared slave. I guess it is obvious that I was being punished, so yeah, humiliation, checked off the list. At this rate, we wouldn't need three months to have finished the check list. We'll be done by the end of the month, maybe. Would he still want me
DanielLater that night, we made dinner together. After dinner we watched movies on the couch. I had Natalia snuggled in my arms. It felt good, right, just the two of us chilling out like a couple. That thought gave me some pause. What if I asked her to be my full-time girlfriend and part-time slave? I would always want to dominate her in the bedroom but this? Tonight? I didn't want to think about her being my slave or checking off any item on that BDSM list. I just wanted her right where she was. No expectations of sex, although I would definitely be fucking her if we weren't waiting for the birth control to kick in. I was just happy being with her. Happy. Now there is a loaded word. When was the last time I was happy in this way? Not since I was a kid, maybe?I looked down at her collar. I was never letting her out of my sight without it on her neck. She was mine. Some aspects of our lives, well, I owned her and everyone needed to know it. She was my possession. I thought about leash
DanielThis could not have happened at a worse time. Here I am catching feelings for Natalia, even thinking about next steps, and Lenore shows up. I didn't even know she still knew the code for the door downstairs. Had we not changed it in so long? We had gotten complacent, apparently, which I would soon correct, but not soon enough, obviously.I can't send Lenore away now either. What I told Natalia was the truth. Once she was in her 'little' state, she was so child-like it was impossible to speak to her about anything of importance. She was literally like a five or six-year-old, tantrums and all. I had to wait her out and I never knew how long that would take. Sometimes she would be like this for hours, at other times it could take days before she came back to herself. She had missed work in the past from being in her "little" headspace so long.I suspected Lenore retreated because of some trauma in her past. Though, she had never confided in me. She'd even gotten combative with me
NataliaI couldn't sleep. Daniel and I had gone to bed together for the first time and he was still here. Swoon. He had an arm slung over me. And I would be ecstatic if it weren't for the girl in the next room. She was here for nefarious purposes, I was sure of it. I didn't trust Lenore, hence being wide awake. I was afraid to sleep. What if she tried something...I don't know. Maybe I was overthinking, but I know I heard her say something before I left her room last night. I'm pretty sure Daniel believed me, but what could he do? If she was in her little state and I was wrong, well, we couldn't take that chance. I wasn't some monster to send a child-like woman out into the world. If I'm right, then I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. And I'm sure I'm right. What to do about it?What is her plan? Is she here to break us up? Daniel says he wants me and not her, (yay!) so I don't see how she can. He seemed to be totally over her. My respect for him ramped up when he allowed me to tak
NataliaThe next morning, I awoke with the feeling of Daniel climbing out of bed. I slid my eyes open and watched him sit on the edge for a moment before continuing to the bathroom. He doesn't close the door and I soon hear the shower going. I get up and find some clothes for the day. Lenore is leaving. I'm going to make sure of it.I go into the bathroom to go pee. It's weird to go to the bathroom while he's in there, but I'm not using the one in the hallway and possibly run into Lenore again. I'm not awake enough for that yet. I get up to splash water on my face, brush my teeth and comb my hair. Daniel shuts off the shower and opens the curtain. I stare at him. He's beautiful, like a work of art. His abs are cut and he has a smattering of hair on his chest running in a line to the V cut that points down to his crotch. He's big, even flaccid, his balls hang low and I have the strange urge to suck them into my mouth. His piercing hypnotizes me for a moment.He grabs a towel from a shel
NataliaThe rest of the interview was nailing down my timeline. They want to know what I have been doing every moment since I arrived here. Well, minus things that were none of their damn business. Really, I've been with Daniel practically every moment except that first night. I tried to remember what day Campo was released and disappeared. I hope Daniel kept those old newspapers instead of throwing them away. I'll ask him when these two leave.They finally stand, satisfied, I guess, for the moment. This would have been so much worse if I hadn't agreed to be Daniel's slave that first day. I wonder what my alibi would have been then? Would I even have one? Lonely nights for sure. Maybe I would have found work like I had originally planned. Right now I'm literally just a kept woman. Daniel made it clear that he wanted to take care of me. I haven't even thought about the plans I had when arriving here. I've just been living day to day with anticipation of what he will plan for us next. No
DanielWe arrived at Quinn's apartment building and my eyes scoured the outside of the building for cameras. I feel relief when I see two, one on each corner overlooking the parking lot. As we approached the entrance, I spotted one more, angled down toward the walkway. Her building wasn't so fancy as to have an actual lobby. It was more an alcove that led to a staircase. The alcove held some mailboxes and not much else. There were no other doors. One way in and one way out. Now to find out who has access and how far back the coverage goes. Hopefully, in our digital age, it's backed up to the cloud or something.We went up one floor using the stairs and reached Quinn's door. Natalia lets us in with the key she got from her sister. The cat greets us and starts meowing, winding her way through Natalia's legs. Hungry? Lonely? I don't know. Cats are not my favorite animals. I'm more a dog person, but I can't have one where I live. Maybe one day. Does Natalia like dogs? I imagine a home with
NataliaMy mom called and invited herself to dinner. Why do parents always do that sort of thing? Daniel arranged for her to come in through the back entrance, thank God. She didn't need to see all the craziness that went on in the lobby or wade through the long line out front. I didn't get the feeling that she was judging me too harshly. Whew. Having a boyfriend at all and then moving in with him within days of my arrival had to be a shock. But I know that curiosity must be killing her, so I figured, why not have her over and get it out of the way.Daniel and I made chicken and dumplings, one of my favorite comfort meals. I made it the way Mom would have, so hopefully she finds no fault with it. Daniel helped me cook the chicken to make the stock and we chopped vegetables for the stew. I had a bowl of dumpling mix ready to drop in once Mom got here. If we put them in too soon, they will get soggy. Nothing worse than a soggy dumpling. I also made a pitcher of sweet iced tea, Mom's favo
AnalieseI'm leaving the house again. It's nearly summer and the days are getting hotter. It's only eighty-six degrees, but the humidity is a killer, making it feel like ninety-six. I went to Las Vegas once and the heat of one hundred and one was easier to bear because there was no humidity. I also heard that you would die faster of dehydration because you don't notice the heat as much for that reason. I always keep my hair up and off my neck. I hate the stickiness of it sticking to my neck, but while in Vegas, I kept it down. There, it was the opposite of here. Maybe the intense heat licked away the sweat before it settled? I didn't analyze it that hard. Still, this was home. I had to get acquainted with my environment again. I could do this. I had to be strong.We went the opposite way today, as the Mercado was on the other side of our neighborhood from the direction we had gone yesterday towards Oscar's apartment. I was fine with that because I wasn't sure what had triggered me yes
OscarI loved reading Analiese's words. I liked knowing what she was thinking, so that I could think of ways to help her. At first, I felt bad about taking her out so soon and causing her to have a panic attack. Then I realized it needed to be done. We needed to know what would manifest from her trauma. Now we knew that she might panic and have dark thoughts, but she could get through them. And then we would talk through them.And best of all, she let me kiss her. Multiple times. It wasn't everything, but it was a step to letting me know the healing had begun. She never addressed her hardened nip9ples, but she was aroused at the park. I was elated. Not because I was having a hard time waiting for her, but because her mind was expanding past the trauma she had suffered. Was it weird to say that I think the panic attack had done some good? She got past her fear and anxiety of leaving the house and she survived. She was stronger because of it.Brody called today too. He heard of the thin
AnalieseOn the third day, when I woke up, I didn't call (or knock) for Oscar right away. I needed to be the adult that I was and start figuring things out for myself. My family needed to realize that I was going to be okay. And I was going to be okay. I decided to start today. I went to the bathroom to do my business. I even jumped into the shower and that's where Oscar found me."Good morning, baby," he said from behind the curtain. He'd been so respectful of me and almost clinical. Not touching me in any way that could be construed as sexua8l. Don't get me wrong, he was loving, but his touches didn't linger. His eyes didn't light up with lust. I felt about about that. I didn't want him to suppress that side of himself, at least not around me. The side of myself that wanted his attention on my body, warred with my mind that said, nope, not today."Good morning," I chirped back.What!??I threw back the curtain and stared at Oscar. I spoke!I tried again."I love you," it was the fir
AnalieseI woke up in increments. My eyelids fluttered, but I kept them closed. I listened to the sounds in the room, then the sounds in the house. Everything was so quiet. I had no idea what time it was, but I had a feeling it was late morning from the way the sun slanted through my curtains. I know I went to bed with Oscar last night, but he isn't here now. I knew without touching his side of the bed that he was already up. I also knew that he hadn't gone far. He'd want to be here when I woke up.My parents probably went to work and that was fine with me. I didn't want to see the sadness and looks of pity they kept throwing me. Oscar, on the other hand, kept me present and moving forward. He talked to me last night like I was a person and not a thing to feel sorry for. I will be eternally grateful for him being constant and not letting me wallow. Which would be so easy to do. He asked me what I wanted and needed. Could there be anything better in a partner? I couldn't think of anyth
BillI listened at the doorway while Oscar spoke to Analiese. I'm pretty sure he knew I was there. Anyway, the door was open, so he had to know that anyone could hear what they were saying - or what he was saying. He translated everything, being clear and concise with his words and her reactions to what he was saying. I was actually pretty proud of him for proding her. She wasn't comfortable with me right now, and that hurt. I struggled with it at first, but Gloria told me that she was ashamed. My baby had nothing to be ashamed of. They call women the weaker se9x for a reason - and it wasn't for women to get pissed about. It was a fact. Most men were bigger and stronger. Most women couldn't fight them off. Facts. Unfortunately, some very evil men had used that strength against her. I didn't blame her for that. I blamed myself. I think we all did.Every single man that went on the rescue mission was pissed as fuc9k. Some of us were able to take out that rage on the men who had orchestr
OscarWhen we arrived at their house, Bill made himself scarce. Again, I was surprised, but Gloria said Ana needed a bath and I guess Bill didn't want to be a part of that. It definitely would have been awkward for him to hang around for bath time.I followed Gloria down the hallway to the bathroom. As she started filling the tub with warm water, she chattered to Ana as she did so, as if Ana was going to speak back to her. It was probably the best strategy, acting as if everything was okay, when nothing was. Can you imagine another scenario where Ana's mom and I would be in the bathroom together, with Ana between us? No? Right, me neither. I didn't dwell on the awkward situation, though. I just waited patiently, with Ana in my arms. The bathroom started to get warm as I leaned against the wall. It had been a hard, strenuous day and my strength was lagging. I guess I need to work on my stamina at the gym from now on.When the tub was full enough for Gloria, she indicated for me to put
OscarWe had to carry Edgar to the cars. It was only about half a mile, but it was a real pain in the as8s. He had broken his leg when he fell over the wall and though none of us wanted to touch him, we did. We grabbed his arms and uninjured leg and lugged his annoying as9s. Brody or I could have carried him in a fireman's hold, but I didn't want him touching any part of me. I don't think the other guys did either. He was evil personified, and it was bad enough just touching one of his limbs.We threw him in the trunk and oh, shi8t...."Hey Moe. To make it believable that he left on his own, we should take his car too," I blurted out as soon as I thought of it.Surprise flashed across Moe's face. There were nine of us, but not one of us had thought of that little fact. We had been kinda busy planning a rescue, cleaning a crime scene and whatnot, right?"Where are his keys?" Moe asked the group, in his usual no-nonsense manner. We almost fu8cked up but we could fix it.."We emptied his
AnalieseRescue. It was a foggy thought in the back of my mind where I was hidden like a game of peek-a-boo. Now you see me, now you don't.I heard gunfire and I knew the guys were here, finally. My brain woke up a little, but then the sounds of wood breaking and thuds from the hallway reverberated in my ears. I let myself slip away again as I lay perfectly still. I knew things were happening in the house, but I was lost in a corner of my mind again. Where I was safe. I didn't react when the door of the room we were in thundered open. A dull thud as something hit the floor and more gunfire. Another thud. Voices. Was someone speaking to me? It didn't matter. I wasn't really present. I didn't want to be.I slipped away again when the metal of the cage I was in rattled. The lock was disengaged. Someone was nearby. I knew it, but I couldn't bring myself to wonder who it was. If it was those mean men again, I needed to stay hidden in my mind. I had been violated, and I wouldn't survive if
OscarMoe was in the zone. His only child was in that room unconscious, but he had tucked that into a corner of his mind so that we could finish the mission. I had to do that too. Compartmentalize, I think it was called. I tucked Ana into a corner of my mind, even though it caused my heart to constrict. I had to listen to the instructions that would keep us all free men. We were never here. Neither were Kylie or Analiese.I told myself that but then my mind started to wander. I snapped out of it when he asked how many bodies were downstairs. I gave him my account and tried to stay present. It was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. I just wanted to get back to Ana. I never wanted to let her go again.Moe gave everyone instructions, even me. Brody and I were to get the girls and take them downstairs to wait for Stern to come with the truck. Others were working on clean-up. I tossed out that I had touched the garage door downstairs and the locks on the back door. Bill nodded. I wat