THE NECKLACE by Wølfy 4/21/11

If I told you where I was right now, you'd probably scoff at me and shrug it off. Perhaps as the nonsense of a college girl or maybe a side symptoms of a firm blow to the skull. But I assure you this: I tell no lies. I cannot even fathom the concept of lies or myth, for three reasons.

1. Miss S would punish me
2. The reality of my situation would make my lies seem plausible
3. There is no point in becoming anxious in my aquamarine prison.

Yes, I meant aquamarine. It's not desolate or a scary place, but a shade blue, and in time, I learned to become real comfortable real fast, because I was now Miss Scarlett's "granite slave". Granite isnt only used for table tops and bracelets...

I was just the average girl, nothing special about me. When most people say that, they usually mean that they have one big quailty they're about to reveal, but not me. Not the top of my class, participation trophies for sports, only a C-cup and living alone. Not even a boyfriend. Just me, myself and I.

The night I met Miss S. was also the same night she chose that average life was not fit for me and took me "hostage". I was sitting in the park, watching the sunset, when she sat next to me. I felt as if I was the "before" picture on a makeover when she sat next to me. Her light blonde hair carresed her shoulders while my darker blonde hair just sat there; her figure was enough to make men and womem alike swoon and scwabble for even the most faint look of recognition, while my figure was a tad chubbier, making men suggest water instead of a beer when at a resturaunt. In short, she was more beautiful. I fixed my hair so I wouldnt have to see her, keeping my face covered and continued watching the sun peek the last of its rays over the earth.

I sat there once it was twilight, just flipping through phone contacts. "You know", she noted quietly "I saw when you hid your face from me". Oh great, I thought, a lecture on respect. I uncovered my face and just sat quietly. "So what's it like being submissive?" she asked, grinning a bit. "Im not, just a bit jealous of you." I snapped, sarcastically. "Easy, kid, just kidding! Jeez..."

"Sorry..."

We stayed quiet a few minutes, then she bolted up and looked at me.

"Buy ya a drink? I need one and I think you had a shitty day". I looked curiously at her.

"A drink?"

"Alcoholic."

"To a stranger?"

"I love making new friends."

I sighed, then stared at my shoes, tapping them together. "No thanks..."

She gave me puppy dog eyes, then whined a bit. "C'mooon, don't make me drink alone."

I sighed again quietly, and said "One, just one".

"Deal, come on girl"

I felt a twinge of anger as we headed downtown, at the comment "girl", but i just left it and walked alongside her.

That night, she managed to get me drunk and slip ruffies into my 4th drink, making me black out... In under an hour. She likes to bring it up, calling it a "failed test of willpower". I had other names for it and her, but thats another story.

I started coming around, eyes blurry and distorted, ears hyper-sensitive, making everything sound like it was in slow-motion playback. I tried to rub my head, but my bonds kept my hands behind me. "Oh, great, hog-tied." I muttered out loud to nobody in particular. I tried to look around, but wherever i was it was pitch-black, only a sliver of white light from under the doorway in this place. The carpet under me was lush and thick, so i kept my face there, trying to think my way out. I gasped as my other senses returned, realizing I was bound AND naked onthe carpet. I sighed, and just accepted that I may be here awhile.

After what felt like an eternity with the carpet, I heard the the sound of a lock being undone at the doorway. I squinted, now fully awake, towards the door. Finally, I thought, some damn answers. A small red light blinked om the door, then the woman walked in, carrying a greasy fast food bag. "What. The. Hell?!" I screamed at her, fuming with a rage that had welled up inside me. She turned on the light, waked over to me and slap me firmly in the face with her hand, knocking me back. "You will NEVER, EVER speak like that to me again" She said gently but firmly. I blinked readjusting my eyes to the light while she proceeded to tie my mouth with a hankercheif. We were in a hotel room, and a fine one at that. The room was fairly quaint, but spacious enough for two. The walls had been painted a faint yellow, while the carpet was a deep, lustrous purple, with ebony lines streaking across the floor, into swirls all over. A queen sized bed was to my left, and a flat-screen tv to my right, on top of a dresser. I stayed quiet (since spraking while gagged would only produce muffling noises at the expense of cuts on my mouth) while she walked into the bathroom, adjacent to the door from the right, and closed the door. I got up on my knees to look around a bit more, but she came back quickly, belt looped in hand, dragged me to the center of the room and proceeded to, as my father would say, "beat my ass good". She flogged and whipped at my ass thighs and back, my tears and cries of pain doing nothing but making her grin. After 10 minutes, she layed nack on bed, turned on the tv and ate her sandwhich. I cried silently, then stayed laying on the floor, too nervous to speak.

She finished up, then sat up, looked at me. "Kneel up, girl" I heard her command. I stayed silent, laying still. She responded by hitting my back with the belt again, making me kneel upwards quickly. "You'd best learn your place quickly, pet" she warned. "Or you shall be miserable forever." I stared down, trembling. "Answer me, girl". "Ok" I mumbled. She hit my tits with the belt, making me wince and wimper. "You will call me Mistress, or Miss S. and most of your answers will usually only need a 'Yes Miss' on your part. Understood, pet?" I nodded quickly, "Y-Yes M-Miss S."

I spent the next hour learning to lick her feet, worship her and be a good "puppy". I resented myself for it, but it felt somehow right. As if a lost part of me was starting to rear its ugly head inside of me. My stomach was roaring, nearly 7 hours since I had eaten something. "Does puppy want some food?" she cooed, teasing me with a nugget from the fast food resturaunt. I wimpered and begged, "Oh please Mistress, please!" I blushed, felt so degraded, begging for food now. She grabbed a bowl and pour all the nuggets in and put it on the floor. The bowl was a light green, with a pink "Pet" embroidered on the side. I shoved my face in bowl, desperately eating as much as I could. I noticed she set some water down next to me too. I drank viciously, like a mad man, desperate for anything I could consume. I didnt care that I was still bound, I WAS DETERMINED TO EAT. "Good girl", she cooed, patting my sore ass. She walked away, looking in purse, and getting some items. I was too busy to tell.

While kneeling, trying to drink water, I heard her come up behind me. Trying to ignore her, I continued drinking. Suddenly, I felt my hair being pulled up so fast, I had to sit straight up so the pain would be bearable. She had all my hair standing at, grinning. "Puppy is being good, but she needs a tail." I wimpered, but soon began to panic when I saw her take a knife out. She started measring my hair, getting ready to give me a "haircut". I cried and plead, but in the end, she cut a long chunk off, then took it to the bathroom with her. I stared at the floor silently, trying to get a grip on reality. Was she really doing what I think she was?

Had I gone insane, or am having a bad nightmare?! I wished I had, but later she came back, my hair strand now part of an anal toy. She shoved it in and I blushed hard, now having a tail made of my own fibers. I felt dizzy, and layed on floor. I felt her slip a collar on me, then hold me down as she put looser bonds on my wrists and and ankles. "There there, girl, all will be good from now on." She gave me a sweet smile, the grabbed an aquamarine colored peal necklace, and pricked my finger with knife. I wimpered, but didnt fight back. I knew better. She squeezed a drop of blood on the necklace, making the blood shimmer and evaporate. I blinked my eyes, confused, then watched her put on necklace. "See you soon, pet. Better be prepared, got big plans for you!". She winked, then tapped the necklace, causing a blinding light. I closed my eyes, covering my eyes as I felt my self become lighter and enveloped in the light.

That was the last time I saw or felt anything from the outside since then. I was trapped in a fluid, inside necklace, watching the world through the necklace as if it were a show. She got in her car, checking out from hotel, and I looked at my apartment a few blocks away. May be a while till I see that place again. But i wasnt scared. For the first time in my life, I felt secure and actually above average in every way! I will gladly accept this woman as my Mistress, its my only choice and can lead me to new places. I felt warmer as i saw her hand caress the necklave, cooing me, telling me it'll be alright.
--By Wølfy!