Mistress and Mommy

Chapter Two

I barely slept at all, especially because I wasn't able to move in the slightest bit, but by the time I did fall asleep, it felt like minutes later I was woken up again. Adeline was leaning over me, gently brushing the hair out of my face. I could see that the sun had risen in the window, so it wasn't extremely early.

"Good morning, baby," she murmured, pecking my cheek.

Her hair was pulled back in a pretty braid that fell over her shoulder and dangled over me. She looked beautiful with her chestnut brown eyes and freckled skin. "Can I please go home now?"

"No, baby. I'm sorry, you have to stay here. OK?" She brushed my hair away. "I want you to eat something, so I'm going to untie you, alright?"

This could be my chance to escape, even though I wasn't really sure if I wanted to anymore.

"Yes, Mommy." I leaned slightly into her hand, making her smile.

"That's my good girl." She kissed my forehead gently as she began untying my wrists. I stayed absolutely still until she was finished untying my ankles as well. She helped me off of the bed, and, before she had a chance to grab me, I bolted out the door—

And ran straight into Bianca.

"Bad girl," she snarled as I punched and kicked at her, shouting and screaming for help. She shoved me against the wall with ease, wrestling my arms behind me until I was forced to stand still or else risk my arm being dislocated.

"Why'd you have to do that, baby?" Adeline sighed as Bianca tied my arms tightly behind my back with a scratchy rope that dug into my skin.

I began to cry again. "I'm sorry! Please, I just want to go home!"

"This is your home now, little girl. The sooner you come to realize that the easier everything will be for you," Bianca snapped as she hauled me into a different room at the very end of the hall. 

This one was outfitted with seemingly endless amounts of adult toys.

Chains and whips and crops and vibrators—

I began to thrash again, and Bianca sighed, obviously not amused with my antics. She hauled me under a hook attached to the ceiling and pulled my wrists above my head. My toes just barely touched the ground and my shoulder's strained as I cried.

"Stop the crying. I haven't even started yet, little girl," Bianca snapped as she turned to a small tray of knives. "Pick one, Lucy."

"I-I don't know which—"

"If I have to tell you again, I'm going to pick," Bianca snapped, wrapping her hand around my chin.

Adeline came up behind me, lightly kissing my shoulder. "The sharper they are the less painful, baby. Serrated edges will irritate your nerves more."

"The second one from the left," I whimpered out, taking into account my Mommy's advice and the length of the blade.

"Good whore," Bianca said, picking it up from the cart. "Now, can you tell me what you did wrong?"

"No."

She cut a long slice into my arm, making me cry out.

"Try that again, little girl."

Adeline wiped away my tears as I cried. "I-I tried to run," I whimpered, looking down.

"There's my good little whore." Bianca's lips brushed my ear. "I want you to thank me, for putting you in your place."

"Th-Thank you, Mistress," I sobbed.

My Mistress pulled back enough to run the knife down my cheekbone. "I won't cut your pretty little face, little girl. I know my wife likes it too much."