I. The Perfect Match

I woke up in pain the next morning.

Whatever pill Candace had given me was working, because my mouth was still numb by the time morning came around. I was just glad she gave me anything for it at all, even if she had caused my discomfort in the first place. My mouth thankfully didn’t sting like my lip had, but the numbness was just as unpleasant. Even worse, my body still burned.

I twisted around to look at my lower back, finally able to see the brand she had given me. It was a perfect recreation, the symbol of my oppression, and touching it felt like fire. It just had to be there, right where she first signed my body.

“Rise and shine, worm. You have a difficult day ahead of you!!” My eyes drifted up to meet hers, sulking quietly as Candace swung the cell door open with unusual enthusiasm.

I wasn’t ready to start my morning routine yet, but that wasn’t going to stop Candace from yanking me to my feet by my hair. Curling her fist around my long peach dyed locks, she more than happily forced me off of my aching knees.

Once I stood up however, I quickly felt a painful twinge in my abdomen. My hands shot down between my thighs, joints locking up in place at the sudden but familiar pain. As expected, Candace paid my discomfort little mind, looking me up and down only briefly before tugging me further to her, a mischievous look on her face as we walked.

“Looks like pissnets needs to use the bathroom already?” She taunted me as we entered her master bathroom, stopping inside for almost half a minute to let me stare at everything I wasn’t allowed to use before continuing on, pushing me out towards the kitchen again. “Try not to piss on my kitchen floor again, or you’ll be pissing in your cell from now on. You’ll get to use the restroom once you’ve been fed, like always.”

She tossed me aside, pulling a fistful of my hair from my head, detaching me from her hand and letting my fall to my knees on the cold hardwood floor in front of her. “And not a moment sooner.”

She slammed the door shut in my face before locking it shut between us, giggling to herself from inside as I worriedly ran my fingers through my now damaged locks. It took me a few more moments to rise to my feet, making sure she didn’t tear too much of my hair from my head.

I bit down on the cloth tights in my mouth, the pain in my bladder worsening as I listened to the sound of water running inside of Candace’s restroom in front of me. Nevertheless, I dragged myself to the kitchen to make breakfast, suffering through my agony as I tried to cook food without peeing on the floor again.

I shouldn’t need to go to the bathroom already, why do I need to pee this much?

Maybe Candace was into this kind of thing, but if she was that was yet to be seen, one thing was for certain though, I sure wasn’t. This was just another way of causing me pain, another form of torture for her to inflict on me.

This was just her trying to hurt and humiliate me, and I hated her for that.

I knocked on the door to the master bedroom, once again greeted by Candace, fresh out of the shower, and bare from head to toe. She looked me up and down again, satisfied by my still trembling knees, clutching her bathrobe tight to her body. “Set it down and get back in your cage, you filthy animal~”

She seemed just a little bit surprised to see me back so soon, quickly slipping a pair of boyshorts over her legs and up her bathrobe. I’d never actually seen Candace completely naked, usually she was at least partially dressed by the time I’d returned with her first meal.

“You’re early. But you’re stupid if you think I’m going to change my morning routine for you.” I had admittedly done a rushed job with breakfast, and if I wasn’t in so much pain already this would have been a pretty good time to swipe the shock controller from her bedside table and make a run for it, but I very desperately needed relief- and she knew that. “You’re so desperate already. I don’t even need this right now, do I?”

She smirked, slipping her fingers under my collar as she began tugging me back into the cold stone cell. Being tossed onto the hard cement floor was just as jarring as it always was, but the twinge in my groin and the fire in my skin made it that much worse. Candace didn’t need the collar to keep me in line for now, but the moment I could get away with kicking her in that pretty little clit of hers and knocking down the door, I was going to.

“I’m glad to see that those pills have been helping~” She slid open the hatch, delivering my breakfast to me as normal, retrieving my muzzle and pulling out the pair of tights she’d stuffed into my mouth, rolling them into a ball and rubbing them against my face, wiping up spittle from my lips.

I had almost completely forgotten about the medicine Candace had given me over the course of cooking breakfast and the panic I had been in last night. I ran my tongue over the sore spots in my mouth, the pill still numbing my mouth like it’s meant to. Shaking my head free of pain, I leaned down to the bowl, eager to eat before the medicine wore off.

Candace had gone ahead and filled the bowl with something softer for me to eat this morning, which I quickly consumed. Last night had come and gone without me getting to eat or use the restroom, so I rushed myself, even though I knew Candace would release me when she felt like it, and not a moment sooner. Despite all of this, I was at least happy that she’d decided to feed me something that wouldn’t cause any more discomfort in my mouth. “I see that the diuretic in that pill is working too, isn’t it Chloe?”

“Th- the what?” I looked up from my food, feeling some specks stuck to my chin. “What did you give me?”

“Oh calm down, I give you medication all the time. That stuff I feed you every morning is laced with just the right medications to keep you functioning, which reminds me-” Candace mocked me, grinning safely from the other side of this wall between us. “I need to take my own pills, you’re not the only one on a diuretic, unfortunately…”

“So what, you just… gave me one of your own pills so that I can share in your pain…”

“Pretty much, yes. Luckily for me, I’m a real person who gets to use the real restroom, and you are not~”

“That must be why I need to pee so badly…”

My cheeks turned pink, feeling stupid that I hadn’t realized what was happening. As soon as we made eye contact through the hatch again, Candace smirked, reaching through and squeezing my blushing cheeks together, dragging me forward towards her.

“Someone finally figured it out, huh… good for you. Unfortunately, you won’t be getting to do that in the bathroom this morning.” My eyes widened in terror as they rose again to meet hers, watching her smile as she simply pushed my face away from her, my eyes in turn staring back down at the floor, averting themselves from her. “I want to watch you squirm some more~”

“Wh-what do you mean, Ma’am?”

“I mean you’ll be pissing in your cell~”

“You said I’d get to use the restroom…”

“And you will, you’ll need to shower after you’ve pissed yourself… again, not that you’ve washed yourself since the last time~”

I clenched my fists out of frustration as she closed the hatch, sick of Candace always going back on her word just to torment me. But I held my tongue, the sound of the contraption locking echoing through my empty chamber as I was left in silence, knowing that if I called her out now I’d end up in an even worse position that I already was. “I must have misunderstood… sorry, Ma’am.”

I’m getting out of here… and nothing you can do is going to stop me…

The precautions Candace had built into her house were truly frightening. The walls and doors of my small isolated cell were almost completely soundproof, making it completely impossible to hear any noise coming from further away than Candace’s bedroom. Even from Candace’s bedroom, her voice and the sound of her gaming matches were totally muffled at best, leaving me unable to tell what was going on outside of my containment.

In combination with being almost completely soundproof, my little holding cell was nearly invisible. Even if you did find yourself in the mistress’ bedroom, the one part of the house that she almost never allows visitors, the interior of her closet is completely inconspicuous. Wandering into the closet without knowing that it locks from the outside meant that if she wanted to, Candace could lock anyone inside and there would be no way out for them without the key.

I would know, she did it to me the first time I ever stepped foot in her home.

From inside of the walk-in closet, all three of the other doors could be hidden behind screens, painted to look completely indistinguishable from the walls, each of them requiring keys to unlock and enter, even and especially the large metal door to my cell.

But the walls weren’t the only frightening thing about my cell, attached to the wall opposite the master bedroom were manacles, restraints that were built into and irremovable from the wall, capable of completely binding my limbs to the wall and rendering me immobile. Candace used them just last night, forcing me against the wall as she burned this humiliating brand into my back.

The floor is the same fancy stone flooring that decorates the closet outside. Luckily for me, Candace was merciful enough to include a small rug on the floor for me to sleep on, not as comfortable as the bed in Candace’s room or even the carpet beneath it, or big enough to even fit my whole body on top of, let alone cover the whole floor- but it was about as comfortable as a doormat, and I appreciated it immensely.

Beneath said rug however, was a large metal ring built into the floor, an anchor point for more diabolical restraints, and built into the ceiling directly above it was an identical contraption. Opposite the door is what seems like a bench, built into the wall and made of the exact same stone, large enough to lay on top of, but even less comfortable than the floor. Candace had also left me a small trash bin, as well as a blanket and pillow to help me sleep.

The single door into my cell was both thick and seemingly indestructible, requiring two completely different keys to unlock and open the door from the outside. Built into the bottom of the door was a large sort of hatch, which slides down and opens like a window rather than swinging out on hinges, just large enough to fit one’s whole body through if opened completely, located at the perfect eye level when sitting on the floor.

The hatch requires its own separate key to unlock and open, and both the hatch and the door lock instantly the moment they are closed, and from the inside are completely and absolutely unopenable- at least without digital control over the thing.

No handles, keyholes, knobs, hinges, or grooves to even grab at- the whole door is one perfectly flat metal surface, as if it was cast in place like concrete, and above the door as well as opposite it- two separate surveillance cameras.

That hatch that I currently found myself affixed to however, was slightly more sophisticated. Built into the wall between Candace’s bedroom and my own, although it is also completely inoperable from the inside, has multiple separate sections that unlock and slide open individually, and attached to the top panel was another pair of manacles, which Candace used to bind my hands before breakfast, before using the bottom panel to deliver my food.

Clearly- I had put in a lot of thought as to how Candace’s security system worked, and though I was sure I’d run into some extra troubles along the way, I was confident enough to at least try and escape.

No amount of security is going to keep me here forever…

Another large stinging pain in my waist snapped me back to reality, forcing me to kick my small bundle of sleeping materials to the side, pushing them off into one corner to protect them.

…Oh god am I really fucking doing this?

Though empty, my food bowl was still just sitting there on the floor of my cell, as were my already soaked leggings from yesterday, still curled up into a heap on the floor.

I didn’t want to do this, not at all, but I was getting closer and closer to no longer being able to stop myself. I didn’t have a very large bladder, unfortunately, sooner or later I was going to find myself once again pissing all over the floor, but this time Candace was doing it on purpose- as some extra cruel punishment for yesterday.

And I really had no other choice.

I finally surrendered, a stream of liquid that even I didn’t want to think about making its way down my legs and onto the floor beneath me. I bit down on my injured, yet still mostly numb lip, waiting for it all to wash away, the feeling of pressure on my bladder slowly being eased was relieving, but not at all satisfying.

How dare she do this to me?

How dare she keep me like this, like an animal trapped inside of a cage- this wasn’t fair. Yes, it was my fault that I was here, but even if she did still hate me for what I did, this wasn’t fair.

This was just like everything I’d been forced to endure up to this point, more than anything else, this was humiliating.

There was nothing in the world that Candace St. Clair loved more than humiliating, degrading, and debasing me- making me feel embarrassed, mortified, and ashamed of myself. She lived for that.

She may have lost in that final match against her rival, but in this game, she was winning.

She held a hatred in her heart for her archrival very much unlike the public perception of her- and she needed someone to take all of that bound up anger out on.

That way she won’t make a scene in public and ruin her image, if even just one video of her rage quitting and shouting at an opponent after they’d beaten her in a game, she could kiss her fame goodbye. That’s why she kept me hidden, a nice little ragdoll for her to wail against so that when somebody did humiliate her like Sophia Cavalier had, she could turn right around and humiliate me in turn.

It kept her public image intact, and it even protected her rivals from suffering her wrath like I’ve been forced to… it just wasn’t fair to me.

But she was absolutely unstoppable.

I angrily thrashed against my restraints, my wrists bound to the panel above my head as a river of desperate and furious tears streamed down my cheeks.

I sobbed loudly, utterly defeated, my knees trembling in a still growing puddle of my own urine, streaming down my body and onto the floor, as well as everything on it. I watched helplessly as the rug, pillow, blanket- everything was slowly drenched in liquid, unable to stop it.

It didn’t last long at all, in just a few moments it was over. I knew that it wasn’t even as much as my bladder can hold, Candace could have been a lot worse with it if she had forced me to fill up on liquids like she always did, but it felt like a lot more.

I whined quietly, cursing under my breath, wanting to block the world out permanently. I knew that she was watching me- of course she was watching me- on my knees as I desperately tried to save myself from disgrace.

And I could only assume that she deliberately waited, letting me sit there for several minutes without doing a thing- hell maybe she was even getting off to watching my torture. But she eventually returned, standing in the doorway to look down upon me, the humiliated little thing on my knees before her, condescendingly, still as naked as she had been when she’d tossed me in here- pretending like she hadn’t changed her morning routine to humiliate me after all.

“See, doesn’t that feel much better than holding it in just to spite me?” She was clearly having the time of her life just witnessing my agony, a delighted smile painted across her picturesque face. “Doesn’t it feel good to just give in?”

“Please…” I uttered quietly through my sobs, too humiliated to face anyone in the world right now. “Please leave me alone…”

“Excuse me?” Her voice raised steadily. “Are you actually talking back to me? After last night? Did you not learn your lesson?”

“N-no, Ma’am…” Still choking back tears, I shook my head desperately. I averted my gaze as quickly as I could but it was already too late- even as I stared at the floor beneath me I could feel her glare, burning its way into my skin. “I’ve learned my lesson…”

She scoffed, smirking as she kicked me in the empty bladder with one foot. “Then why don’t you get to it already, and start cleaning up this revolting mess?”

“I would Miss… but I haven’t anything to clean with… especially since you haven’t released my hands.” My throat flared in anger, again thrashing against my restraints, trying to demonstrate my peril to her. My words were fueled by fire as they left my lips, somewhat aggressively stating what I thought about all of this- a storm of anger having built up inside now slipping out of me.

Candace responded in kind. “You have a tongue, don’t you?”

“That’s disgusting!!!” I jerked my head up to look at her, my desperate eyes meeting hers.

“You’re disgusting!!!” In an instant, I feel myself being jerked back into the floor below as Candace’s foot met my head.

“You weak! Dim-witted!! Pathetic!!! Pig-headed!!!! Worthless!!!! Waste!!!!! Of!!!!! Space!!!!!” Candace exclaimed loudly, her foot pounding my head into the floor with every word.

“If you want to talk about disgusting then why don’t you take a good look in the mirror and tell me what you see. The face of a disgusting worthless little pig that I plan on wiping off the face of this planet, just to rid it of your filth.” Candace simply watched as I continued to sob, slowly lifting her foot off the back of my head. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, Chloe.”

My new name still sounded foreign to me, not used to responding to the name she had assigned me, so it took me a few moments to recognize what was being said. I slowly lifted my chin, rising to look up at her, slowly but surely finding the will to stop sobbing.

Her tone shifted slightly, from enraged to stern and demanding. “Whatever it is that’s going on in that vapid little chamberpot you call a skull, silence it. There’s nothing you can do.”

She stood confidently in the doorway, leading my eyes to meet her. From the floor beneath her I could take in every detail of her mostly naked body standing in her underwear. From her delicately pedicured feet, each and every scar she’s given herself while shaving her legs, up to the stretchmarks on her torso, and the signs of the surgeries she’s had to enhance her body, including implants in her breasts and hips, and what can only be a pair of incision scars on her chest where they cut her open.

“My way is the only way, Chloe. To you, I am all that matters. What I want, what I say, what I do. You should be grateful that I didn’t just have you killed after you humiliated me like you did. Be glad that I’ve given you this second chance at life.”

“I’m sorry…” My voice quivered nervously as I stared up at her, still shaking with terror. “I’ve learned, I swear…”

“You promised me that you’re going to do better today.’ Her tone shifted once again, still stern but almost nurturing and encouraging now. “Are you going to fulfill that promise, or should I leave you here to wallow in your own filth?”

Finally breaking my silence, I nodded, gazing down at her feet desperately. “I can do better… please…”

“The door to your washroom is unlocked, you’ll work naked today, I’m not giving you a replacement leggings until those are washed.” Candace turned, beginning to walk away, stopping to sort through her outfits for the day. “Prove to me that you’re willing to do better today by putting your tongue to work cleaning that puddle. Maybe knowing that a reward will be in order for you tonight if you succeed will help make it taste just a little bit better~”

My heart skipped a beat. Not once had Candace ever rewarded me for any kind of behavior, and she noticed my excitement, giggling to herself as she turned away from me.

“I’ll leave your cell door open for now, and once I’m satisfied I will undo your manacles from my bedroom.” She opened the door to her room and looked me over one final time before exiting and locking the door. “This is your final chance at life Chloe, make it count.”

And just as suddenly as she arrived, I was once again left with the ominous silence of my cell, and the sounds of my own tears as I got to licking my own piss off of the floor.

Despite my disgust, I got to work doing as I was told, and less than an hour later I had been released and was making my way into the shower to wash up, still able to feel the gross residue left on my skin and hair.

Once I was done washing my body and my hair a thousand times, I turned the water off, and by the time I had finished showering, the diuretic had done its work, and I found myself relieving myself again already, despite having no liquid intake. I dried myself off normally, and it’s not until I went to retrieve my uniform that I remembered my owner’s instructions to work naked today.

The rest of my morning went by as they normally do. I cleaned, mopped, and dusted were I needed to, making sure Candace’s room and everything attached was to her liking- especially my cell. I collected the laundry for later, including my soiled leggings.

For the most part, Candace left me to myself for the rest of the day, even as I served her lunch- silently overseeing me as I polished and dusted the china cabinets I couldn’t get to last night.

I could see that after tormenting me like she had this morning, Candace was tired. She impatiently eyed the time as she got ready to send me off to do laundry. For my part, I was just as tired as she was, but I couldn’t afford to stop working. I could feel that the diuretic was still working its magic again, and by the time lunch had passed, I was once again in pain.

“You seem awfully tired, Ma’am. Is something the matter?” I spoke, trying to distract myself from the pain in my groin by making conversation with my owner.

“What can I say, you’re tiring, especially when you don’t listen.” She tapped her fingers on the table, trying to fake annoyance at me as we finally broke the silence. “I am being very patient with you, but you’re stubborn.”

“Stubborn how, Ma’am?” I looked back at her, meeting her eyes with mine. “Have I not been following your instructions to your liking?”

“It’s not your work ethic that’s the problem, it’s your attitude.” Candace sighed, making sure to chew and swallow her food before speaking.

“How’s that, Ma’am?” I nodded, listening as she spoke. “What’s wrong with my attitude?”

“You still somehow have the gall to talk back to me when you think I’m not listening, disrespect me when you think I’m not watching, and you still have pesky, irritating, bothersome little thoughts inside of your head- like you still expect to get back at me someday… like I still haven’t broken you yet .” I watched as she angrily gnawed at her steak, chewing it with an angry scowl on her face. “This is a game you’re going to lose.”

I tried returning to my work, knowing that she was just trying to egg me on, wanting me to say something to get me in trouble- wanting me to step out of line so that she could punish me. I heard her footsteps walking up behind me, feeling the back of my skirt being lifted, her hand pressing against my backside. “I’m impressed to see you try and make conversation after this morning~”

She slipped a couple of her fingers inside of me, pressing against my bladder, the pressure threatening to unleash itself within me. She paused, looking over my shoulders, still towering over me even as she bent down slightly.

“I could just electrocute you, right now, and place all the blame on you as you lose control and piss yourself again, and you couldn’t stop me, isn’t that right- Chloe?”

“If you wanted to…” I held my tongue, wanting to turn and tear at her throat with my teeth.

“You know very well that if I want something from you, I can get it. But I want this to be your own fault, that way when you lose, it’ll feel all the more painful to you~” She slowly slipped her fingers back out, running her fingers along my new brand. “Behave now, or you won’t be getting your reward~”

I bit my lip, whimpering under my breath at the stinging feeling of her fingers on my skin. “That’s it, then… if I behave, you’ll reward me?”

“Do you doubt me?” She paused for a few moments before smacking my ass. “Because you shouldn’t~”

It was unlike Candace to want to do something nice for me, to offer any sort of reward for my behavior. Even when she did give me her autograph, she did it by literally writing her name on my body, practically claiming me as hers right there.

But hearing her taunt me with a reward made me want to find out just what it was she might offer me, even if it was just a lie, and as I felt her fingers slowly retreating from inside of me, I was overcome by disappointment. Digging my toes into the floor below, I turned with her as she walked away, the idea of being rewarded making my heartbeat quicken.

She lifted her iced tea to her lips, taking one last drink and leaving a bright red lipstick stain on the rim as she set it back down on the table. She winked at me, licking her lips before turning heel and leaving the room. “Finish this drink for me, that’s an order.”

I almost dropped and shattered yet another plate onto the dining room floor as I hastily went and picked up the glass, lifting it to my face. I took a deep breath, smelling the aromas, the mistress could afford the highest quality of drink, but the scent of the tea excited me.

I hated tea, but I relished being able to smell her breath, it wasn’t just the excitement of being allowed hydration in the middle of the day. I pressed my lips to the glass, right onto her lipstick stains as I finished every drop in the glass, setting it back down on the table as I felt a tear dripping down my cheek. “I won’t lose to you… not this time…”

This was the difficult decision I found myself tasked with making- Resist or Submit.

Candace St. Clair was a monster, but in a way, she was kind of my monster. If I did somehow end up killing her, I’d be doing a service to the world, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t miss her. I’d become fixated on her, despite all the terrible things she’d done to me. It might have just been down to our history together, but her and I had this connection, I could feel it.

I should shatter this glass like I had done with her fancy chinaware last night just to find that sharpest shard to slit her throat with, but what would that even do for me?

I would just end up with her blood on my hands as her villainous mob of a family either dragged me away to get a syringe stuck in my arm, or they’d just shoot me dead on the spot, and that wasn’t fair at all- especially if I had to go through the emotional heartache of stabbing her to death in the first place.

But the most pressing thing keeping me at bay was just how nice it was to get little moments together with Candace. When we were fighting, when she wasn’t scolding and shouting at me, when we weren’t angry at each other- it was kind of pleasant.

She was the kind of girl I would have loved to date. She was a woman that I very desperately wanted to date before what happened… happened. I had just a bit of a crush on her before becoming her slave, back when I didn’t know what kind of person she really was. But as far as I could tell, those feelings had long since faded since the abuse began, these feelings were new.

Unlike Candace, I didn’t have a family- I was an orphan. Candace was born into this great big criminal empire, destined to inherit her father’s wicked throne, but I didn’t exactly have parents to speak of.

Her family had clear expectations for her, to take over as the head of the family, and continue their criminal legacy onward. Honestly, even if I did want to be her wife- which I very much didn’t- Candace likely would never be allowed to have a lesbian marriage with her slave, not in a million years.

Candace needed to inherit her father’s place, marry some wealthy criminal boy, and have enough kids to find her own heir or heiress so that the cycle may continue- on and on and on until it couldn’t go on any longer.

And I was just to rot here under her boot, as punishment for a crime that I didn’t know I could commit.

It was funny. Being an orphan, I’d never really thought about having a family of my own until all of this, until I met Candace’s.

I didn’t have an attachment to my parents, I couldn’t really even remember them, and I had never really even considered having children. I was still much too young to even dream of being a mother, but now that I realized that I might never experience it- a part of me longed for the chance to have kids of my own.

But I would never get that chance unless I made it out of here alive.

I finished the rest of my daily tasks as they came, mopping floors, doing dishes, cleaning windows. It was late, Candace let me know that she wouldn’t need me to serve dinner, instructing me to instead focus on laundry.

I, of course, knew that this meant Candace was planning on being out of the house tonight, having dinner elsewhere, and I could expect to be locked away in the laundry room while she was away. That was what Candace did when she needed to leave the house- she locked me inside of the laundry room so that I could be doing work while she was gone.

Candace would never actually admit to it, but her security had holes, she couldn’t always be here to watch me. She wanted me to believe that she was always here, and that her security was completely foolproof, but Candace had to juggle two separate professions- she got busy.

Most bedrooms in the house had attached bathrooms, aside from the entertainment room. There was one adjacent to the entertainment room, but it was only accessible from the outside- that was where the mistress did a lot of her makeup. Candace swung the door to the bathroom open, having just finished streaming for the day, getting ready to leave.

Candace looked amazing regardless of what outfit she wore, her slick black capris perfectly accentuating her bubbly round ass. I hadn’t even realized I was staring until I heard her speak. “Yes yes, I look amazing, enough ogling. Have you finished your duties for today?”

She talked at me as she walked around to my backside, her hand gently finding its way to my skin. “Yes, Miss… all but the laundry, like I was told.”

I bit my lip as I felt her squeezing my ass again, the numbing effect having almost entirely faded, and I could feel that the diuretic had finally stopped as well. I was beginning to actually feel confident that I could make it to the end of the night without making another scene, but even though the pill had worn off, I knew that if she slipped her fingers past my lips like she had earlier- I would likely lose control in more ways than one.

“May I ask where you’re going, Ma’am?” It was just an honest question, a simple one at that, but Candace took it like I was making a move on a chess board.

“What makes you think I’m going anywhere?” She fiddled with that bracelet of hers, making sure I knew that she was ready to use it if I made a move.

“You’re dressed up to be going somewhere, Miss Candace.” I sighed, trying to disarm myself, but finding it unusually difficult to not feel irritated for some reason. “Plus you instructed me not to serve dinner, which means you’ll be eating out-”

“Someone thinks she’s clever, doesn’t she?” I had more to say, but the next thing out of my mouth was a surprised squeak as Candace swatted my backside. “A little too clever for her own good~”

Candace was being a bit more hands on today than she usually was, and there it was- just a little bit of me losing control.

“Careful now, or I’ll keep you like this from now on… unless that’s what you want~” There she went, pushing me further, playing a one woman chess game that only she had a win condition for. “Maybe I’ll make a point of keeping you naked. Once you’re not so hostile I can take you in for some surgeries, get some work done… Wouldn’t it be nice to have your ass on display after we get it all sculpted and plumped up?”

Checkmate. My heart skipped a beat and so did my feet. The idea of Candace forcing me through any kind of surgery, while oddly exciting on the surface, was purely terrifying. Yet she had so thoroughly melted me today that I couldn’t find myself fighting back any longer. “Y-yes, Ma’am…”

Regaining my composure, Candace walked me through the house, opening the door to yet another large bedroom. This one was used as yet another massive walk-in closet, and attached to it from inside was the laundry room.

“I’m going to keep you in here until you’ve finished with my clothes. I will still be around, so don’t try to pull anything stupid like skipping out to get to a bathroom, or you won’t be getting that reward I promised you.” Again, that promise of a reward made my heartbeat quicken. “Don’t you dare wash your filthy rags with mine either, or I’ll put you through the washing machine as well.”

I groaned, accepting that Candace making my job more difficult than it needed to be was just a normal part of my existence. “Yes, Mistress…”

I waited for a few moments, getting clothes sorted and ready to wash, but to my surprise, Candace made her way out of the room without locking the door. And it only took me a few moments to learn why.

“What would you ever do without me-” Candace promptly returned, holding the pillow and blanket from my cell, in need of a wash. And I was honestly just surprised she was even willing to touch them when she could just punish me for forgetting them by making me sleep on them like normal. “You forgot these.”

“Thank you, Miss…” I blushed, holding out my arms for her to drop them into before sorting them with the rest of my clothes. “My apologies.”

“That favorite assistant of my father and I- Leah- is picking me up for a late night photoshoot with a friend of mine.” Candace came forward with it, annoyed to be admitting that she was in fact leaving the house. “I have cameras, tramp. I will know if you decide to be a delinquent.”

“And you trust me to stay home alone?” I didn’t know why, but the fact that she was admitting that I was right without actually saying it annoyed me to hell and back. “Without misbehaving?”

“Not even slightly. But if you are obedient, I have a reward in mind for you.” Candace snickered, smirking at me as she left the room, finally locking it behind her. “And if you aren’t, I have safeguards in place~”

And that was it, with everything Candace had planned, she was off- leaving me home alone for the first time since she had captured me. Or at least the first time she had left me knowing that she was actually gone.

I fiddled with the lock on the door as I did laundry, having to both hand wash and machine wash each piece of Candace’s clothing as I went along. Once per month, Candace made me wash each and every article of clothing in the house, regardless of whether or not they’d been worn, and as I continued to struggle against my own body, I was extremely glad that tonight was not one of those nights.

Candace always kept a box of sewing supplies in the laundry room in case any of her clothes ever tore and needed to be sewn back up- and luckily for her I was actually pretty good at that.

My foster mother, Colleen, taught me how to sew back when I was still just a little girl. When I was about fourteen and didn’t feel like I belonged, I ran away from home. I didn’t know where I was going, I didn’t know what was going to happen, I didn’t have a plan- I just did it.

And when the local child protective services brought me back home to my guardians, I expected to be in for a beating not unlike the kind my real parents used to give me. But when I got home, my foster mom welcomed me back with open arms.

She spent a few days and nights worrying about me while I slept on the streets without a roof over my head, and when I’d got back she had actually redirected all of her negative stress into doing something for me.

When I got home, she had made me this stuffed dog. She wasn’t too big, but she definitely wasn’t small- and when she saw how much I loved it, she actually taught me how to sew by letting me watch her sew my name into one of the ears.

“Oh gosh…”

Hidden amongst the clothes here inside Candace’s large collection was a pair of my own clothes- the very same clothes I’d been wearing when I first arrived here. I guess I had forgotten that I’d hid them in here in the first place, but looking at them now made me think of home.

“Home…” Candace wanted to make this place my home. She wanted me to accept that she was my home- but I couldn’t. This place wasn’t my home.

I just stared at them- the flannel, the crop top, the jean shorts. The idea of wearing them felt so surreal to me now, having worn nothing but the uniform Candace allowed me to wear since the day I had taken my own clothes off. Hell- I couldn’t even be sure that they had ever been washed since then.

Candace had set me up for failure tonight, locking me here in her laundry room as she was away, tempting me to try and get out. The bedroom converted into a wardrobe room also didn’t have a bathroom attached to it, that space had been converted into the laundry room.

She wanted me to screw up and make a mess, and the easiest way of doing that was to torment my body, to drive me into utter desperation by depriving me of even the most basic of pleasures. I didn’t even care that I wasn’t allowed to use her restrooms, I was annoyed that she would lock me in here and not give me access to one that I could use. But my spaces were only accessible through Candace’s, and her spaces were off limits to me tonight.

I knew Candace was out of the house, if I could just get up and find the bathroom before she returned, I could find a way to make it look like I had been behaving myself all day. But no- I wasn’t going to stop there.

I was getting out of this place and finding my way home, and she wasn’t here to stop me.

Unable to take it any longer, I got up, hanging the gown I had been washing up to dry as I walked back into the larger room. Retrieving the box of supplies from one of the shelves in the laundry room, I opened it up and grabbed a pair of sewing needles and some hair pins to help my escape.

The door was locked, of course it was locked, but I was a delinquent. I could pick a lock. I didn’t even need clothes, I’d almost rather run out there nude than wearing anything of hers, I just needed to break through this damn door.

“Please please please open…” I collapsed to my knees, yanking on the doorknob, I wasn’t as strong as Candace but I knew that if I tried hard enough I could find a way to pick the lock. Sticking a sewing needle and hair pin into the door, I leaned closer, listening for any clue that what I was doing was working.

But that was when I was met with the sound of footsteps from the hallway outside.

Startled, I quickly started backing away from the door- I was sure that Candace had left already.

Did she come back? Did she forget something? Was this a test? Was she actually just faking being gone in order to test me?

I leaned in close once again, pressing my ear to the door to listen for what was happening, my hands pinched between my thighs to help ease the pressure just a little bit. Whoever it was out there- I felt them leaning against the other side just a few moments later, almost as if they knew what I was doing.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you~”

That was not Candace. Whoever it was, I didn’t recognize their voice, leaving me completely baffled as to who it was that was in Candace’s house with me. “Miss St. Clair is not going to appreciate finding out that you tried to pick the locks and escape, especially after she told you not to.”

My heart was nearly beating out of my chest now as I backed away from the door, focusing on not pissing myself out of terror for the second night in a row.

“I should snitch on you for being a delinquent. But if you behave, and get back to doing what your owner has instructed you to do, I think I can keep this between us, okay Chloe?”

“Why-” I couldn’t even tell if they were a man or a woman, but they sounded genuine, and honest. “Why not just… rat me out and punish me even more?”

“Because I’ve been where you are, once upon a time.” They backed off the door, almost as if they were satisfied with getting through to me so easily. “Besides, I’m rooting for you tonight~”

“You-” I blushed, unsure of what I was even allowed to say to them after such a long time of interacting with Candace and only Candace. “You promise?”

“As long as you don’t leave that room, this doesn’t have to either.” My brain was bouncing around the walls as they spoke, unable to even form a picture in my head of what they could look like. I was fairly certain it was a man, their voice was just a bit too low to be a woman, but then they said something I wasn’t expecting. “If it’s really that bad between your legs, you can just use your hands… I won’t tell~”

And then they walked away. As quickly as they had shown up, they were gone.

But unfortunately for me, I had already lost. Resist or Submit- there was only one way I was getting through the night without the pressure between my legs driving me over the edge, and that was sinking to my knees in front of the door and fingerfucking myself until I came, tears streaming down my cheeks in fear of Candace and her wrath.

I felt as the slit between my legs turned warm and damp, getting wetter by the second. I reached down and pressed my thumb into my vulva, rubbing against my little nub, shaking in my own hand until I felt the terrible pressure in my parts finally stop.

Even though I did still need to use the restroom, I knew that the pressure I’d had building up inside of me all day was the heat of need, but that didn’t stop me from finding myself crushed in under the weight of humiliation all over again. All I could think of was how Candace would react if she returned home and saw me like this, bouncing on my own fingers as I thought of her, rubbing as hard as I could, knowing I would never hear the end of it.

All I could think of was her, and it drove me insane. Candace, Candace, Candace, that was all I could think about as I rode out my orgasm.

How she’d react if she found me like this.

How she’d reward me for doing a good job.

How she’d punish me if she found out I tried to escape.

How she’d somehow manage to reclaim me if I did somehow manage to escape.

How it would feel to finally have her drive me to the ground and rape me…

I’d grown to hate masturbating since I’d become her slave, because I knew the only thing that would occupy my thoughts was her. The only thing I could think of and get off to was her- and it wasn’t fair.

Candace didn’t return until long after dark, clearly exhausted as she unlocked the door into the laundry room. I just looked up at her in shame, having finished laundry hours prior, resorting to slumping into a corner to rest. “I’m guessing that someone’s already had her fun, hasn’t she?”

My cheeks turned red as I nodded, my eyes rising to meet hers. “Yes, Ma’am…”

“Such a shame, guess I’ll just have to have my fun with your body another day~” She ordered me to my feet, rubbing my backside for a few moments before letting me go, the pressure between my legs already to build again at her touch. “You’re done for tonight, time to return to your cell and wait for dinner. Let’s go.”

It actually felt just a bit nice as she took me by the hand, leading me back into my chamber for the night, slumping into a tired heap on the cold stone floor. I had taken my blanket and pillow out to wash them, forgetting to bring them back with me. Still, I did as instructed, sitting patiently and rubbing the front of my crotch in desperation.

It was for the best that my escape attempt failed. I didn’t know where I would go, I didn’t know what would happen, I didn’t have a plan- and Candace most definitely wouldn’t welcome me back in open arms if I had decided to try and run for it.

But that didn’t stop me from obsessing about her. She might have been a cruel monster, but she still looked astounding. “You’re very pretty, Mistress.”

“Yes. Yes, I am.” She sighed, slipping a pair of sunglasses off of her face of all things, making sure that what looked like her colored contact lenses didn’t fall out. “No thanks to my family.”

“What does that mean, Ma’am?”

“My hair is off white, Chloe.” She gently indicated to her hair, which was almost as precious to her as mine was to me. And my hair was very very dear to me. “Someone gave me these broken genetics, and I’ve had to make the best of them~”

“I think you do a good job of it, you look very nice.” I sighed, knowing deep down that trying to get closer to her was not only a dangerous idea, but probably not even in my best interest. “H-how did your photoshoot go, Miss?”

“Tiring. Just like dealing with you~”

“I’m sorry for misbehaving tonight, Ma’am.”

“Nonsense. You did fine. I’m feeding you, aren’t I?”

“I… I guess so, thank you…”

She paused, looking my shaking body up and down. “How does the brand feel?”

“It feels… okay…” I took a quick glance down towards it, frowning. “Do you remember the first time we met… when you autographed me?”

“No.” Candace rolled her eyes. “You can’t expect me to remember every one of my fans, slave.”

“I know, Ma’am. It just reminds me of that day.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because it’s in the same spot.” I blushed, sighing in embarrassment. “You made me turn around and roll up my shirt so that you could write your initials down there.”

“I do remember that, actually.” Candace smiled, her pale cheeks also lightly blushing. “That was you?”

I bit down on my lower lip, no longer split open from the previous day. “That was me…”

“Imagine the odds…” She just about did the same, biting her lip as she shook her head. “I can see why you’d be so obsessed with me~”

“If writing your initials on my hips was your way of saying hello… I don’t know if I could have stopped myself…”

“I’ll put my initials on you yet, slave.” She smiled, licking her painted lips hungrily. “Just you wait~”

She stepped out for a few moments, and on any other night I might have followed her out of my cell, but I didn’t have the heart to even try. Candace eventually returned, sliding a bowl of food onto my floor before setting a basket full of my blanket and pillow down on the bench beside me.

“Every time I have to give you special food I have to go through the work of manually adding your medication into it myself- so I would have hated for your dinner to go to waste after all of that work.”

“Right…” I sighed, relenting and accepting that her slipping mysterious medications into my food was also just a part of life for me now. All I could do was pretend that they were my prescriptions for ADHD and BPD, even though I knew Candace wasn’t kind enough to do that for me. “Thank you, Miss…”

“Even if you did end up making a mess of your cell, you did better today~” She smiled, gesturing towards the basket for me to look through it. “As promised, I’ve decided to reward you for today~”

I swallowed nervously, devouring the last of my puppy chow as I curiously pulled my bed supplies out of the basket and looked through it expecting a disappointing surprise- the room almost instantly drowning in the sound of happy sobs as I saw her.

A small stuffed puppy, sitting there inside of the basket- my name sewn into one of her ears.

My heart melting inside of my chest, I buried my face in her, tears still running down my cheeks as I held my friend for the first time in so long. I never expected to see her again, so finding her here with me was the best present I could have expected. “Poppy…”

“You sure do look like a baby right now, but don’t think this means I’m gonna mommy you- I’m the one who deserves to be spoiled, not you… but I do hope you appreciate it~”

I had no words. This wasn’t just any stuffed puppy, this was my stuffed puppy, the same one I’d slept with every night since I was young. It was Poppy, my Poppy. I couldn’t believe it was her, but before I had time to look up and question her, Candace was interrupting me.

“I’m proud of you, Chloe. Keep it up okay?”

She smiled at me, stealing my heart from my chest. I wanted to show her my appreciation, but unable to summon the words to answer her, I simply nodded, a happy grin plastered onto my sobbing face.

“Goodnight, crybaby~”