Clear the air

I laid on the ground on my side for what felt like hours but might have only been minutes. The pain was overwhelming and I couldn’t do anything to comfort myself while bound. I was still crying with my knees pulled up to my chest when the door opened and Kelly stood there.

“And what did we learn today?” She asked, not sounding cold but also not very empathetic.

I paused looking for the answer she wanted but I could only think of one thing. Well two actually but one was certainly more important than the other.

“That you care... and that Liz is kind of a cunt.” I said trying to calm myself down.

I’m never going to learn how to keep my mouth shut I guess.

She shook her head as if she couldn’t believe I still was even close to thinking the former after what I just went through.

“Yes, she certainly is. That said, I don’t care. About you, I mean. I’m just not a monster.” She said with less confidence than I expected.

“Whatever...” I said unable to argue over the pain.

She stepped closer to me and crouched down.

“How do you feel?” She asked as she placed her hand on my bare ribs below my aching breasts.

“How do you think I feel?” I asked unable to hold back my sarcasm when all I could think about was that my breasts were red, my ass was likely purple and my pussy was sore.

“I would like to think you feel like you learned a little something about me and about your role.”

I gritted my teeth trying to think of what to say that would have her at least untie me.

“That you’ll allow certain things but not others. That I’m there for your amusement... and that you care!” My voice shook but became more confident with each word.

“I don’t care! If you had just asked for it to stop it would have. Instead you decided to just take it to try to prove to yourself that I’m going to protect you.” She said with a slightly annoyed tone.

“And you did...” I said trying to move my knees up and down to rub my breasts but all it did was make my ass hurt more from moving it.

She ignored me as she clearly didn’t want to have this conversation.

“Can you walk?”

I was pissed that even after all this she couldn’t just let this conversation happen.

“What the fuck do you think?! You just let Liz beat the shit out of me.”

She seemed caught off guard by me actually talking to her like that. Her face turned to indifference soon thereafter or maybe she was anticipating my reaction to what she’d do next.

She reached under me and grabbing me by the knees and shoulders, lifted me into the air like a bride on her wedding day. She didn’t even struggle it was like I weighed nothing.

I laid my head against her chest and she didn’t protest. Why did she have to do this? I was actually mad at her for once and starting to feel like I had to stick up for myself and a moment later I was swooning again.

“It went too far. It wasn’t supposed to be like that.” She said sounding at least slightly remorseful as she walked us out of her office.

“What was it supposed to be like? Just some light ****?” I said trying to hold onto my fading anger.

We walked past the kitchen and I was taken back to all that had happened, both before and during our friends arrival. Being walked in naked and collared, cooking, being comforted by her when I accidentally burnt my breast, my grand display in front of my friends, the arguing, the fondling, her finger in my butt. Everything.

“I was just trying to teach you a lesson. You put me in an uncomfortable position when you volunteered to eat her out when I know you didn’t actually want to. I don’t want to have to save you. You’re just supposed to be my **** not some sad little charity case I have to look out for.”

“So that justifies me having my ass paddled until it was purple and then my tits and my fucking pussy? I’m in so much goddamn pain...” I sobbed into her shirt.

“No, Liz went AWOL on most of that. I just... I just didn’t want to have to step in and kept expecting you to say something until I was finally **** to do something.”

I looked up at her and I tried to just take a moment to appreciate that I was in the position I always wanted to be. She was holding me, carrying me, telling me things that were going on inside her head and all I had to trade for that was just about everything else in my life including my safety. I wish I wasn’t close to saying it was worth it. I laid my head back down and rested it against her breast as she took me up the stairs.

“Is...is this what it’s always going to be like?” I asked as I tried to hold in my sobs.

“I don’t know. I guess it depends on you.”

“You mean me allowing others to think you don’t care?” I asked again.

“I don’t care! But even still you’re a person. A **** and property but you are a person. No one deserves what you just went through.”

I feel like if she really didn’t care she wouldn’t be angry right now.

“Caring doesn’t mean you love me it just means you feel concern for my wellbeing.” I said trying to give her the opportunity to just admit she cared without her having to say her feelings were anywhere near mine.

I looked down the hall to the guest bedroom but then she turned to the door at her bedroom. She opened the door and laid me down gently on her bed. I was naked and bound on Kelly’s bed. I never would have made it here if not for everything I went through so far.

“Not wanting to see you suffer is not caring. I’d do the same for anyone or a little lost puppy.”

I wondered if she even remembered she called me that yesterday. Our conversations meant everything to me and she might forget them as quickly as we had them.

“That’s what you called...”

She turned me over without me finishing my thought and she began to untie me.

“Yeah I know, I was there.”

She did remember.

I felt sweet relief as my arms were slowly released and she gently pulled the rope free from me. I began to rub my bottom furiously trying to **** it to feel anything other than pain. She chuckled but not in a cruel way almost like she thought it was cute. I next rubbed my breasts and alternated back and forth. I don’t know how I’m going to function tomorrow.

“I should’ve stepped in sooner. I’m learning to be an owner as much as you’re learning to be ****.”

I need to shut up, I need to shut up, I need to shut up.

“I think you’re learning to care.”

So much for that.

“What the hell is wrong with you? I’m trying to be nice to you and you can’t just take it as it is. I’m not a lesbian.” She said angrily.

“No one accused you of being one! I just said you care.”

She looked down at me and once again decided to check out of this conversation.

“I’m gonna run you a bath. Try to relax.”

As she walked out the door I turned over onto my side to watch her beautiful behind and to beg for what I needed.

“Just tell me you care... please... even if you don’t mean it.”

She looked back at me and took a deep breath.

“...Let me know if you need to be carried into the bathroom. Otherwise come in a few minutes when the bath is full and warm.”

I couldn’t follow her even if I wanted to so I just laid back down thinking about the physical, emotional, and mental pain I’ve been though today. Why can’t she just tell me she cares?