Zoe Bids for Freedom...

Zoe practically collapsed through the front door as she opened it, landing on her knees as she quivered and shook in great heaving sobs.

Upstairs she heard the sound of the shower running, the sounds of music – Katie – her best friend, care free and safe. It made Zoe’s eyes tear up again in a mixture of relief that she couldn’t see her like this, and envy, jealous that the blonde was living her normal life while hers had descended into some kind of nightmare.

Her body ached, her cheeks burned, her ass was sore and her heart felt like it might explode in her chest – the panic, the fear, the humiliation, they all gripped her gutturally.

Get it off me… get it off me…

On shaking legs she managed to pull herself upright and frantically hurried into the kitchen, pulling open cabinets in a **** search for scissors, a knife… anything…

The flash of silver drew her eyes and the red-head lunged for them, pulling out the scissors with trembling hands.

It took her several attempts to try to ease the blade beneath the strap – it’s tightness to her wrist made it difficult to thread, and she had to keep wiping the panicked tears from her eyes as she did it.

“Bad Girl!”

The activity tracker barked to life, robotic but harsh, and Zoe lost her grip, recoiling in dread. A moment later she felt the crop lick her ass again, making her squeal in desperation. It was quickly followed by another strike, and then another…

I just need to cut it…

“Bad Girl!”

Through the tears and the jolting white licks of pain, she managed to pry the scissor blades around the strap… Zoe moaned, gritting her teeth as she pushed down with all her strength.

“Bad Gi-!”

The scissor blades shuddered and closed. The voice fell silent. The lashings stopped. The strap slipped from her wrist.

Zoe didn’t dare move for several moments, keeping her eyes closed as she prayed silently, just holding the scissors still in her hand as she waited for the next strike, the next patronising comment from the voice that never came…

Please… please, please… please be over… please…

Tentatively, she opened one eye to look down at the discarded strap, lying voiceless and motionless on the kitchen floor. On instinct she kicked it away, as though it were a deadly snake that could leap out to bite her at any moment.

Her ass was aflame, and the red-head slumped forwards against the counter in relief.

It was over.

Now the tears came again, stronger now – the humiliation of the run she’d been **** to make. The fear, the anxiety, the shame at her own stupidity all swirled into the maelstrom of relief at her liberation.

She was free of it.

“I promise… I’ll never… ever wish for anything ever again…” Zoe mewled towards the heavens.

Hearing the shower cut-off upstairs, Zoe sniffed and wiped her eyes, trying to pull herself back together enough to be seen by Katie. She didn’t know what explanation she could possibly give for any of this, and she hoped she wouldn’t ever have to.

Reluctantly, and still on unsteady legs, the red-head reached out to pick up the strap between her thumb and forefinger and carried it to the trash. With it in the garbage, she slipped back out of her shoes and tried to sneak her way back up to her room. Every step she took now pulled the skin on her tender ass taut, making her wince and wiggle uncomfortably but, as she made it to her bedroom Zoe was relieved to hear the unmistakable sounds of Katie blow drying her hair, nowhere in sight.

She doesn’t have to know… She’ll never have to know…

Zoe reassured herself as she closed her bedroom door and locked it. Collapsing in a heap on the floor inside and letting the tears of relief come back to her again.