HER 'MEOW'

Ch - 5

I knew it was the dead of the night, even though my small cage had become a windowless box with the fabric draped over it. I could handle being humiliated and degraded by Mike, when that meant I could get the sex I wanted out of it. But I was left alone, again. I was beyond unhappy. I was done. I know now that there is a part of me that wants to submit, and be controlled, but I was being hurt, ignored, and left feeling dejected. Was that his plan, keep me around as a possession, box me up whenever he was bored with me? And this goddamn tablecloth. My mind was shrieking in agony, I wanted to see something, anything, so badly. I wanted to count down the seconds until I was out of here, but he had to let me go first.

I must have drifted off for a while, because the next thing I knew I was feeling warmth of the light starting to come into the room. I longed to stretch out, to feel the comfort of a soft bed. Just then, there was finally sound, the fumbling of keys at the door, and the sound of it swinging open.

"In you go, hurry up." I heard Mike say, distant; he must have still been in the other room. Was there someone else he was talking to?

"Brooke, you still there honey?" As if there was anywhere else I could be. "I have someone I want you to meet, pet."

The cloth was pulled off the top of me, light flooded into my eyes, and I squinted, realizing there were two figures in front of me. Mike stood over my cage, looking down at me, smiling as though he was pleased. He was wearing the same clothes as last night, but he didn't appear to be disheveled at all. I saw in his hand a leather leash, and I followed it to the neck of a blonde girl, she had to be just a few years older than me. She was thin, beautiful complexion, and she looked to be pretty short. It was hard to tell, she was on all fours, naked, with her eyes lowered to the floor.

"This is Christina," Mike said as he motioned toward her, "She used to be my puppy, just like you. She is shy, but very obedient, and she will obey every command I give her."

I remained still, shocked and dumbfounded. There were others? A flare of jealousy rose, even though I wanted nothing more to do with him. Where did she come from? Does Mike have all these girls on call? Why is she here? As if he heard my unspoken questions, Mike began to speak,

"I think you're wondering what's going on, little one. I brought her here to show you what it means to be a good pet. She's learned, and so will you."

His words hung in the silent room. Christina hadn't even stolen a glance; she looked like a mindless robot, waiting for the next command. That couldn't be me, I hoped that wasn't me. I swallowed hard, struggling to find my voice,

"Mike, I...I want to be... done. No more..." I stammered. Mike gave me a confused look through the bars, before getting close, and squatting, so that we were face to face.

"No." He said firmly. "You are mine, and I've put in too much to just let you walk out the door."

"Wh-... What?"

"You heard me." His voice was steely and cold. "You're not done, because I'm not finished with you. You will feel much differently once you complete what I have in store for you today."

Was it a threat? I was trying to let him know that I couldn't continue, this wasn't a game for me anymore, but I lost my voice again. Mike leaned in even closer, his voice a whisper,

"You know I punish disobedience. But today is different." He paused, and for a second, there was a glimmer of hope. "Christina is experienced, you are not. So every time you disobey, she will be punished instead of you. If she acts out, then you will get it."

He started to smirk as I realized what he meant. I wondered, did she really wanted to be here, or was she a victim? The door of my cage was finally opened, and he motioned for me to crawl out. I was paralyzed, in fear, in disbelief, in pure shock. How could I not have seen who he really was?