Made to Submit

8. Bored

(Picture above is bed in playroom, but instead of the wood paneling like shown in the picture, everything is cherry red hard wood paneling)

I drop the book for a third time. I can't read today. Too many things are in my mind. A couple minutes ago I heard the door to Hale's room close. I wonder what he is doing. And if I might be able to sneak out.

I tiptoe over to the door and open it. It makes a large screech. I flinch. He's going to figure out. I quickly devise a plan and walk over to his door. I'm about to knock when he opens the door.

"I told you to stay in your room. What are you doing out of it?" He leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms in front of his chest. It makes him look intimidating.

"I-I," for a moment I forgot what my plan was. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Right there," he says and points to the door on the other side of his room. I quickly walk into the room and wait for him to close his door. After two minutes of standing in the bathroom and his door not closing, I flush the empty toilet and turn on the water. I rinse my hands to make it look believable when I walk out that I went to the bathroom.

When I step out, Hale is still leaning against the doorframe.

"You don't have to wait for me to go to the bathroom. It's creepy and weird." I walk past him to my room.

"But I can't trust you yet, so it's perfectly normal. You aren't going to run from your 'problems.' You will live like a citizen of this nation, and like it."

He walks back into his room and leaves me standing there. I'm not running from problems. I'm running towards freedom. I walk over to the only dresser in the room, next to my bed and open a drawer. It's filled with sex toys. I quickly pick them up and head out of my room. I drop them all outside Hale's door and knock.

"I don't want these." With that statement, I head back to my room. I open my bag and dump all the clothes I have in the dresser drawer. I pick up the letters from The Supreme City and hide them in between my mattresses.

I'm done unpacking and still there is nothing to do with a whole lot of time. I head back to the dresser and dump everything out. I fold it all and put it away neatly.

I look over to the clock and sign as I realize only two hours have passed since I got here. It's not even lunch time!

I try to read the book, but once again I can't concentrate. I open my door again, and let out a sigh of relief when it doesn't squeak. But that relief vanishes when I see the door to Hale's room is open. I can't sneak out with his door open. I have to pass his room to get downstairs.

"Looking for something to do?" Hale asks casually. "Must be boring to be in that room all day." He walks out with a box containing all the toys and dumps it in my hands.

"You can organize these and put them away in the playroom. If you use your brain, you'll know exactly where to put each item." He says and unlocks the playroom. He nudges me in as I try to wedge my toes into the ground to keep myself rooted in place.

"I don't want to reorganize your toys. Do them yourself. I have other things to do."

"First off, I am your master and you do what I tell you. Secondly, why should I do it if I have more important things to do while you do not. You can easily become a maid or servant of mine if you'd like. And third, like I mentioned, you don't have other things to do. Now get organizing."

I let out a sigh of anger and try once again to stay rooted in my spot. "Get in there and start," Hale demands.

"No." Seconds after that word, I feel a sharp pain to my ass. Hale just slapped me.

"Do you want to reenact your spanking again? And get no ointment this time? I'm not below that. I was trying to be nice, but it looks like I need to be way more forceful." With that, he dragged me in by my arm.

He took the box from my hands and placed it on the floor by the wall of toys. Then he pulled me towards the bed. I tried to get out of his grip, but he was too strong for me. Hale bent me over the bed and started spanking my ass again.

I let out screeches after a couple smacks because the pain was now tenfold what it used to be. After a couple more cries, he turned my over onto my back and pulled me towards the edge of the bed.

His hand came up and as a reflex, I flinched. But the hand didn't land on my face like I thought. It lowered my bra and pushed my breasts up into the air. I reached to pull it back up, but Hale's hand grabbed mine and pinned it above my head.

Then his other hand landed on my breast. I let out a grunt. His hand came down again, and then be delivered two blows to my other breast. He kept up his pattern and rhythm until my breasts were red and sore. Tears were for the second time today flowing freely from my eyes.

Hale released my arms and helped me up. "Now organize the toys. Don't argue with me because you have already wasted enough of my time."

I reached to pull my bra back up, but Hale saw me and grabbed my arm. "Don't touch it. Leave it how I left it. Or you'll get punished again, which I don't think you want. But with the way you keep acting, you'll be bruised black and blue by Monday." With that he walked out of the room.

I didn't want to be bruised black and blue. Maybe I should obey him. Not because I'm submitting, but just enough to gain some trust and be able to leave this wretched place. I walk over to the toys and start organizing them by their purposes. Pleasure, pain, teasing...

What I didn't realize before was that the wall had painted shapes on them. Those painted shapes were empty spots where Hale's toys went. There was a nail over the shape, and every one of Hale's toys had a strong to hang the item in its rightful spot.

The box of toys seemed like a lot more items than were in my room. I just chalked it up to the toys that were in Hale's room. But why did he have toys in his room? What did his room look like? Why couldn't I go into his room. "Very soon, I will find out the answer to these questions," I told myself.

It seemed like hours had gone by when I finished. I walked over to the door, and tried to open it, but it was locked. "Go figures," I mumbled.

I was getting really tired, so I walked over to the bed. But I stopped before I got on it. Hale would for sure punish me if he found me sleeping on the bed because I hadn't asked for permission. My body still aches and I didn't want to chance anything. I walked over to the rug in the middle of the room and pulled it closer to the door. I curled up and fell asleep very soon as all the exhaustion and pain lulled me to sleep.