Punishment Day 7.
I rattle around the pet carrier in the back of Mistress’s SUV. The bells jingle softly in rhythm with the rumbling of the tires on the road. I don’t know where we are going. I only know that Mistress told me to be ready to go out and that she had a busy day lined up. I am worn down. Emotionally. Physically. My body aches. I am losing my sense of self. I am nothing. I deserve this.
We lurch to a slow halt. I spot a very tall building through the slat in the side of the carrier. I hear Mistress’s cell phone swoop. A few moments later it dings. I hear the door open and I feel her leave the vehicle. The back gate rises and she taps the carrier, signaling me to get out. I slide out and place my feet on the ground. I want to look at her. I want to see her face. Instead I stare at the snowy concrete at her feet. She takes my hand and ratchets a handcuff closed around my wrist. I watch her move my hand closer to my body and thread the open handcuff through the ring on the front of my belt. I move my other hand down without being asked. She closes the cuff around it, securing my hands in front of me at my waist.
Mistress surprises me as she unfolds a large pink cloth from under her arm, draping it over my head. She pulls it down and I soon find the opening for my head. It’s a long wool poncho, hiding my appearance from sight. Mistress continues by pulling up a the hood. She attaches the leash next and closes the back gate and retrieves something from the side door. I follow her up a small sloped ramp to a door marked “Service Entrance.” Mistress knocks twice on the metal door. It creaks and opens.
I remain focused on the ground but I do scan the pumps and skirt of the woman holding the door.
“I appreciate you doing this for me, Karen.”
“Anytime, Cassandra. You are technically a customer, since you are paying for a suite. But I consider you as more of a friend and your shop has always taken such good care of me.”
“Thank you, Karen. This boy here is visiting his mother. I figured you would want to keep this discreet.”
“I will make sure he gets there safely. You can count on me.”
I blush a bit before the terror sets in. My mother? Mistress passes her the handle to my leash and a decorative bag. She whispers to me.
“I expect you to be on your best behavior. I made the promise that your mother would never be permitted inside my house ever again.”
My body’s reaction sets the bells jingling underneath the poncho.
“My, aren’t you festive with those cute bells?”
“Call me if you need anything, Karen.”
“Don’t worry, Cassandra, I will be keeping an eye out for this one.”
I swallow as best I can with the gag firmly in place. I watch Mistress depart and I follow Karen inside as the door closes behind me.
“Well aren’t you just adorable? I know Cassandra well enough to know I shouldn’t ask, but it looks like you couldn’t answer me anyways. She asked me to escort you to the room but that it might be better to take the service elevator.”
My heart pounds and I feel my body temperature rise. My legs feel heavy. I can barely make the steps. The ride up the elevator feels like it takes forever. I sense Karen’s eyes on my the whole way. She lifts my hood briefly and I close my eyes.
“Oh, my.” She follows with a giggle. My face burns like fire.
The elevator finally opens and she marches me down the hall. I feel like a prisoner being led to an execution. We stop at a door and she knocks. The door opens. I try to shrink into nothingness.
“Cassandra asked me to give you this. There’s a note inside with instructions. I’m also supposed to deliver him.”
“Francis!? Umm… thanks.”
The voice is Stephanie’s. Karen passes her the leash and I move inside the open door and it closes behind me. Stephanie paces the room quickly and passes the bag to the woman sitting in a chair across the room. It’s my mother.
“The lady said there’s a note you are supposed to read.”
I hear the crinkling of paper followed by silence.
“Take off his poncho.”
Stephanie quickly slides it up an over my head. She explodes laughing.
“What did it say? Let me read it.”
“What did it say?”
“It said this is the true face of my son. He’s been a naughty boy. She said there are keys in the bag that are labeled.”
She tosses the bag onto the floor and stands. I want to run away. I feel like I’m going to vomit.
“My son is a sissy faggot.”
I cringe and instinctively clench my hands. The chain tugs against my belt, holding them in place.
“I knew there was something up between those two. I knew she was way too hot for him. So are you her slave, Francis?”
I shut my eyes as my cheeks continue flushing red. I nod slowly.
“Is this what you wear every day? It’s pretty pathetic.”
My mother steps close. Her fingers trace themselves over the bells. They run through the fur of my collar.
“Over on the bed, face down.”
I hesitate. She smacks my thigh.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
I let out a muffled whimper. Her hand strikes my cheek. My eyes well with tears as it throbs. I turn and walk to the bed, dropping onto my stomach. I wince as the nipple brushes dig in. I hear the metallic rattling of keys behind me.
“Oh wow. These keys are all labeled. Handcuffs. Small padlocks. Large padlocks. Gag. Chastity belt! He’s wearing a chastity belt! I want to see it. Butt plug? Oh my God.”
“Stephanie, fetch me my brown leather belt from my suitcase.”
“Seriously, I want to look at some of this stuff. It sounds so kinky and freaky.”
“Don’t freak out, Linda. I’m getting it.”
I bury my face in the comforter. I hear the familiar sound of leather on palm.
“It’s all my fault. It’s my fault for being too soft. It’s my fault for having fur in the house. I’ll bet you jerked off on my coats when I wasn’t home, didn’t you?”
I shake my head.
“I sacrificed and I slaved and I gave up my entire youth to raise you, you ungrateful little shit.”
She pulls up the back of my dress and rips my panties pulling them down my legs.
“What the fuck is this?”
I feel her hands press on the bunny tail locking plug.
Smack, smack, smack. The belt rains down on my bruised behind. I scream into the gag, a mixture of pain and shame.
“I protected you from your father. Everything I did was for you. I was a good mother. You were a terrible son.”
Smack, smack, smack. The tears flow freely as I wail into the gag.
“Chill out, Linda. Look at his skin. He’s already been beaten recently.”
“Stay out of this, Stephie. This isn’t about you.”
“son.” Smack. Smack. Smack.
I feel a small trickle on my thigh as I thrash and wail, the bells jingling wildly. I must be bleeding. I hear her exhale deeply behind me.
“Of all the things you could have been, THIS is what you became. I should have known. You’re a loser. You’ve always been a loser. With that ugly face, lack of muscles, and that tiny pathetic dick. Who would want you? I didn’t want you. I don’t want you.”
Smack, smack. I bawl heavily into the bed. I want to apologize to her. I want to tell her that I’m not those things.
“Why don’t you take off his gag. I’m sure Francis has some things he’d like to say.”
“There is NOTHING… that boy… could say to me that I would want to hear. He is nothing. His father was nothing. He is nothing. I would have been so much happier without him. Raising him felt like I was living in prison. I gave up everything.”
Smack, smack, smack.
“Stephanie, pack your things and call a cab. We’re going to the airport.”
“Wait, what? Linda, the room is already paid for and it’s a suite. I thought we were going out for a night on the town. Can I at least talk to Francis?”
“I don’t want to be here a minute longer than I have to.”
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. Smack. Smack. I wail and thrash upon the bed.
“You’re really hurting him, Linda.”
“Good. I want him to hurt like he hurt me. I want him to feel his life ruined like he ruined mine.”
Smack, smack, smack. I try to rise and turn over. I feel her knee dig into my back.
“THIS, is what came out of me. He’s got something jammed in his ass even. This is my reward for being a loving mother.”
She begins to sob. It upsets me even more as I continue to weep. I hear the belt hit the floor. A second later and she is off of me. I slide down off the bed and curl up into a ball, nursing my tears.
“Francis, you are the biggest disappointment I could ever imagine. You are dead to me. I never want to see you again.”
I hear her spit and feel a splatter on my cheek. I melt into the carpet with my eyes shut tight. The ache of shame and sadness courses through me, pulsing with the beating of my heart. My bottom throbs.
I hear clattering around me. Movement. The sound of zippers.
“Should I call Cassandra?”
“I have nothing to say to her.”
“An hour ago you were raving about how much you loved her.”
“That was when I thought she was rich and family, not some perverse master to this disgusting boy.”
I hear the door open followed by Stephanie’s voice.
“Bye Francis, it was nice knowing you. Say goodbye to Cassandra for me.”
The door closes behind them. Only I remain. The tears continue to flow. I’m terrible. I want my Mistress.