The first thing you are aware of is the pounding headache, the second is how much your muscles each ache. Opening your eyes, you find you can see very little as you sit up. All you see is a smear of color, and you try to rub out the blur from your eyes. Finally, blinking repeatedly, you bring the double vision into focus; the headache is now only screaming. As your vision sets you discover yourself to be sitting in a cage, you can just make out other cages at the edge of what you can see in the dimly lit room. It's cool in the cell, as you realize that you are naked. Rubbing your arms together for warmth you look around the cell. You cannot stand, or stretch out all the way without sticking your legs though the bars. You are grateful that the floor of the cage is some sort of padded mat. It's not the most comfortable thing, but it's far better than something hard like concrete.
You sit at the bar, and nurse a drink. Someone told you about this club while you were working. Now that you think about it, you aren't sure you remember if it was a coworker or a customer. It was some weeks ago now and you had to struggle to just remember how to get here. You were sure that the bus out to the industrial side of town was the wrong one. The only reason you even got off was that the stop had street lights. You followed the line of lights and found the club, tucked into an old warehouse. The bouncer had eyeballed you, and thought for a moment before waving you in. She was obviously torn on if you belonged on the inside or not. You were supposed to be able to have your wildest dreams fulfilled here, and while the clientèle is eclectic, you aren't sure what or who it is you actually want. The last hour, you've watched the shows and seen people come and go from the club. Someone even approached you, a beautiful woman, with brown hair down to her shoulders, and thick thighs that could break a neck.
“Coming!” You yell, to whoever is knocking at your door. Your phone says it's almost three, and you are expecting your friend Sarah to visit today. Sarah is, as a matter of fact standing in the hallway of your apartment building. She walks in and slips off her tennis shoes next to yours. The muscular woman hands you her purse “I just need to freshen up, I have a few jars of weed in there if you want to pack one.” You nod, taking the bag to the living room as Sarah walks through the kitchen.
You look at the hand written directions. Is that a 23 or a 25? Damn it, why did they say to leave your phone at home and write the directions by hand? That's a bit paranoid even for this. Shaking your head you turn left. “Twenty three it is.” You say to no one in particular. The rolling grassland melts along. Speckled with the occasional house far off in the distance. 'Only house on Barnstorm Road' Simple enough, though it's two boring more hours until you find the turn and you can't see a house in the distance at all. Pushing forward you speed on down the road, figuring if there is only one house you might as well take it at 100 miles an hour.
The wind whips at your face, and you pull your cloak closer. It does little to warm you for the chill feels like it bites at your very soul. Even if the innkeep was only trying to get another customer with that silly story, waiting until daybreak may have been the better idea. It's far too late to worry about that now though, and if you press on and keep to the river you should reach Breyton before three bells. Don't travel at night here, stay on the road, he said. Take the coach or many friends to go to Breyton. You grumble and try to warm your arms, the growing clouds come with blasts of cold air.
Looking in the mirror, your dress shirt is absolutely laying funny. Turning to the side you sigh as you knot your tie. “Must be the smoothies I get” you mumble to no one in particular. Black slacks and black shoes. Grabbing your pack you catch one last look in the mirror. Running a hand through your hair, you think you still cut a good look. Stack of tracts to pass out, and a bible in the pack. Cross around your neck, proudly displayed for everyone to see. Another day of saving sinners from Satan and His minions in the modern world.
You look skeptically at Ashley as she holds an outfit for you. “It's cold out, and you want me to wear that?” The latex top and miniskirt appear far too revealing for your tastes. Loose jeans and a t-shirt and a hoodie over top would be much more your speed. She shakes her head. “No no, you will overheat super fast once we get inside! Fifty people dancing and rubbing and partying all at once makes a building heat up.” “Yeah, about that, I still don't know how you talked me into going to this. Couldn't we start out having like, a game night?”
Shaking my head, I just sigh. “I really didn't want to have to do this. I was hoping that we could reach an understanding with each other.” I click your leash in place, while you look up at me with a mixture of defiance and confusion. You resist even now, as I tug on the leash. You relent as I pull harder. We head, not down the stairs to the basement dungeon, but to the dressing room. “Pick something, it doesn't matter what, you won't need it for long.” Starting to feel like something is amiss, you quickly grab a modest skirt and blouse.
I wake you with a kiss. You blink your eyes several times and I kiss you again. Another tablet, you swallow it without protest. I smile and call you a good girl. Hearing that makes your whole body tingle. I sit next to you, letting you rest your head on my shoulder. Gently stroking your hair “We need to get you into the shower, you have a busy day today.” You open your mouth to say something, but after a moment the thought has drifted out of your head. Taking you by the hand I pull you gently up from the bed.