Carrie's Decision

Carrie was polishing Mohammad's shoes while he ate, which was now a nightly ritual. She felt so small and weak, knelt before his imposing frame. He was larger than life by this point.

"Have you decided?" Mohammad asked. Carrie blushed.

"You are right, Mohammad. I can't be trusted. Not yet. I choose the belt."

"Ayesha, take Carrie to your bedroom, and lock her in to the belt." Ayesha took Carrie's hand, taking her to bed. Carrie pulled her abaya up to her waist, and lay down. Ayesha removed all of Carrie's piercings.

"These are all haram, Carrie. I will start shaving you each week also.

"I understand, Ayesha." Locking her up felt distinctly like being diapered, Carrie felt. Ayesha smiled at the soon-to-be conquered whore.