Carrie is confused

I have no idea how long I lay there before I could move. I crawled out and shut off the water. Master had put a towel on the counter and I wrapped it around my body. I quickly dried off and rushed out of the bathroom, just in time to see the front door close. I dropped to my knees and cried. I don't know why but I cried for a long time.

For the next couple hours I wandered around the apartment. I was in a daze. My mind was having trouble comprehending what had happened. I tried to serve him, but he served me. WHY? WHY IS HE DOING THIS? I SCREAMED. I didn't know what to do. I have always been controlled and Master was...

What was Master doing? I went to the corner of my room and sat down. I was so afraid. I was trembling as I replayed what had happened over and over in my mind, and each time I was more confused than before.

I don't how long I sat on the floor in the corner. My knees drawn up to my chest rocking back and forth. I kept thinking back to all my owners. Each had demanded increasingly degrading things. Each had trained me to be obedient, to perform on demand, no matter how degrading, disgusting. I was a **** and slaves serve.

The years I spent owned by the man who purchased me from Master George, were the most difficult ever. I was confined to his basement dungeon, only leaving when Master had me serve in some way. Usually I was bound, fucked, whipped, or tortured for his pleasure. I hated the dungeon and even looked forward to being used and abused just to get out. I have no idea how long I was with him. Months, years, time has no meaning when your entire world is a dungeon and ****. I have no idea how I got the courage to one day try the door. It was unlocked. I had never tried it before. I quickly shut it and ran back to my corner. I was so scared Master would know I opened it. I have no idea how long it was before I tried the door again. It was unlocked again. Then it hit me. He knew I was so conditioned that he no longer felt he needed to lock me up.

I went back to my corner again but this time my mind was thinking about something other than pleasing my Master. I started to pay attention to noises in the house. I learned his schedule and finally one day, I heard him leave. I waited for a while and when I was sure he was gone for the day, I opened the door, walked up stairs and walked into the house I hated with all my heart. I was naked, I never wore clothes. I walked into his room, grabbed a shirt that came down to my knees, and walked out the front door.

I had no idea where I was or where I was going. All I knew was I needed to get away. I ran and ran as fast as I could, stopping only to get my breath and ran again.

That first night was the most frightening night of my life. I was barely dressed, had no money and totally lost. It was a homeless woman who found me sleeping in an alley. She was so nice and took me to a shelter. For the first time in my life I was free. But after so many years a ****, I couldn't shake my training.

I stayed at the shelter for a few weeks, one of the social workers talked to me and learned my story. She helped me find a job, and tried to help me cope with my new situation. That was when I met Chrissy. She took me in, but in the end, she was just like all the others.

I finally got up and tried to clear my head. No matter how he treated me, I needed to do my best to obey his every command. I looked at the time and realized he might be coming home soon. I remembered my rules and started to clean the apartment. I worked feverishly wanting everything to be perfect. I started dinner and watched the clock closely.