I am told to climb a set of stairs. It is not easy with the chain between my ankles that fouls my gait.
I hear the butler follow me and know he watches my naked ass. I am not shamed by that but by this is what I asked for. I walk halfway done the hall when he says “Stop there, Rosanne.” I do and he disappears in a door behind me. I look both ways down the dimly lit corridor and wonder what is next when the closest door to me opens and the butler’s voice says “Come in, Rosanne.”
No one ever called me ‘Rosanne’ except my father or mother, and she didn’t unless I was really in trouble. I think I am in trouble now but I know I asked for it. I walk into the room with the accompaniment of my chains on the hardwood floor.
To say there was an eclectic group of people in the room would be more than a slight understatement. The butler I have seen before but the man (?) in the middle was looked a bit strange and the women to his left looked like someone out of the ‘Rocky Horror Picture Show’.
The seated man said “I see you’ve met my faithful handyman. This is Lady Connie, sometimes called ‘Magenta’. It is ironic that was my favorite color in a 64 box of Crayolas, don’t you think?”
“I suppose so” I barely whisper. What is this crap? I am naked and chained and he (I think) wants to talk about crayons!
“I am Sir Wragg. Welcome to my home, the Cruxton Abbey” the seated man said. “This will also be your home. You are at my disposal and that of my guests. You will do as you are told or your punishment will be swift and severe. Do you have any questions?”
My throat is dry and voice cracks as I ask “Are you going to crucify me?”
“If I choose or get bored with you. You are my slave and when I said ‘you are at my disposal’ the word can have a very literal meaning. Take her to her room.”
Calling it a ‘room’ is being generous…
Tree
I hear the butler follow me and know he watches my naked ass. I am not shamed by that but by this is what I asked for. I walk halfway done the hall when he says “Stop there, Rosanne.” I do and he disappears in a door behind me. I look both ways down the dimly lit corridor and wonder what is next when the closest door to me opens and the butler’s voice says “Come in, Rosanne.”
No one ever called me ‘Rosanne’ except my father or mother, and she didn’t unless I was really in trouble. I think I am in trouble now but I know I asked for it. I walk into the room with the accompaniment of my chains on the hardwood floor.
To say there was an eclectic group of people in the room would be more than a slight understatement. The butler I have seen before but the man (?) in the middle was looked a bit strange and the women to his left looked like someone out of the ‘Rocky Horror Picture Show’.
The seated man said “I see you’ve met my faithful handyman. This is Lady Connie, sometimes called ‘Magenta’. It is ironic that was my favorite color in a 64 box of Crayolas, don’t you think?”
“I suppose so” I barely whisper. What is this crap? I am naked and chained and he (I think) wants to talk about crayons!
“I am Sir Wragg. Welcome to my home, the Cruxton Abbey” the seated man said. “This will also be your home. You are at my disposal and that of my guests. You will do as you are told or your punishment will be swift and severe. Do you have any questions?”
My throat is dry and voice cracks as I ask “Are you going to crucify me?”
“If I choose or get bored with you. You are my slave and when I said ‘you are at my disposal’ the word can have a very literal meaning. Take her to her room.”
Calling it a ‘room’ is being generous…
Tree
