The Cost of Freedom Is High

There was a sharp ringing heard throughout the room, and it woke me up.

“Michael?” I grumbled.

I opened my eyes and realized that I was in bed alone.

Then it finally hit me, today was the day.

Shooting out of bed, I found an incredibly revealing black lace bra and underwear, along with a small note telling me to meet him downstairs.

As fast as possible for me I took my clothes off, and put the bra and underwear on.

Slight trembles racked through my body, but I knew that as soon as I finished with this I’d be able to go home.

Easy, right?

I made my way down the stairs to the kitchen, and froze in place as I saw the man unfamiliar to me standing at the island in the kitchen.

“Bella, I’m William Control.” He introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you sir” I replied, my niceness coming out without my consent.

“Let me quickly establish the rules for this ‘test’ if you will. You are expected to follow my every instruction to a perfect T, if not or if you show any sign of resistance I’ll leave and come back the next day. For each time you fail, another day will be added until I come back. Do you understand?” He asked.

“Yes, sir.” I answered.

“Good girl. Now I want you to go downstairs, and get into the position for spanking on the bed. Take these off though when you get down there.” He instructed, pointing to the underwear I had on.

“Okay.” I responded.

In the blink of an eye I was down the stairs, on all fours on top of the bed, and naked besides from the skimpy bra I had on.

There was definitely a sense of embarrassment that I felt while in this position, but this wasn’t my first time in the rodeo.

I had faith in myself that I could do it.

“Nice position.” He complimented me.

“Thank you.” I replied.

There was a slight pop, and I knew that was the noise of the paddle being taken off of the wall. The click of his shoes coming over to the bed made my heart beat fast with anticipation.

This was a new guy, there was a chance that I wouldn’t be able to handle this.

Well, I guess I was about to find out.

“I’m going to have you not count okay, you’re to be fully quiet and the moment you screw up, it’s done.” He told me.

“Okay.”

Taking a deep breath I tried to relax as much as possible.

This was the only way I was getting out, I had to get through this.

‘Whack’

“Fuck!” I screamed out loud, stunned by the excruciating pain he delivered to me.

As soon as it came out I covered my mouth with my hands and I hung my head down as I heard him sigh behind me.

Shit. This wasn’t good.

“Good try.” He muttered behind me.

“No.” I groaned, knowing I had just failed miserably.

“I’m going to keep you down here, Michael and or DJ will come and get you in a little bit.” He told.

“Wait, please just let me do it again. I can’t take another second in this fucking hell.” I pleaded.

“Sorry sweetcheeks, that’s the rules.” He told me.

He hung up the paddle on the wall, and made his way over to the door, walking out of it.

That’s when I lost it.

“Let me out!” I screamed, running to the door and banging on it.

The door was locked, and he was already gone.

“Please, please, help me!” I bawled, slamming the door with my fists all the while kicking it as well.

After who knows how long I finally gave up and slid down the door and ended up with on the floor.

I broke out into a waterfall of tears and my heart broke.

No words could describe how badly I wanted to get out, it physically pained me that I wasn’t getting out today.

“Chris.” I cried out.

There was no response.

Notes

Poor Bella :( All she wants is to get away from Michael and DJ.

So close, but so far. That tends to be the norm for Bella.

Will she be able to pull herself together tomorrow to pass and go back to the others?

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