"GET UP!" Dawn shouted, jabbing an elbow into Sam's shoulder.
Sam popped up and out of bed. "Oh, no," he thought to himself, running towards the kitchen.
Dawn took her seat at the breakfast table as Sam set her plate and coffee down.
"Thanks to you!" Dawn said angrily. "I have to workout after work. What happened?"
"Sorry, Ms. Dawn," Sam apologized, loading the dishwasher. "I'm not sure how I forgot the alarm."
Holding up her coffee cup, Sam quickly brought the coffee pot over. Dawn watched him top off her coffee cup. He was naked. The sweat beads along his brow line had to be from the fear of the unknown he felt.
"Go ahead," Dawn said, pointing her fork at the refrigerator.
From the refrigerator Sam removed a jar of olives. He opened the jar and ate them as fast as he could. Olives were his most hated food. Which made them perfect for quick punishments. When done, he set the jar atop the refrigerator.
"How many is that?" She asked rhetorically, easily able to see the four jars.
"Four, Ms. Dawn."
"One more and I get to have some real fun," Dawn said with a grin as she stood, looking at her phone.
"Yes, Ms. Dawn," Sam acknowledged. "I am so very sorry for this morning."
"Enough apologizing," Dawn said walking to the apartment entry door. "Cage, bring it here."
In seconds Sam had run to the bedroom and back, his cock cage in hand. Dawn grabbed it and roughly locked him up.
"I let you sleep unlocked because you performed superbly last night," Dawn said slowly, twisting the cage and his cock within it. Sam winced a bit. "That was my mistake. I shouldn't reward you with orgasms. I shouldn't reward you at all. You are my slave. Aren't you?"
"Yes, Ms. Dawn," Sam answered.
Dawn pulled his cage closer to her. "Why is that?" whispering in his ear.
Sam lowered his head. Ashamed at his situation.
"Because you have photographs. And videos. And the evidence, Ms. Dawn." Sam said dejectedly.
The door closed behind her. Sam stood there alone with the stinging reminder that he was a blackmail slave. He thought back to that unfortunate night. A tear came to his eye. He shook his head and went on to get dressed and go to work. A job he worked hard at, but all of his paycheck went into Dawn's checking account. He was her slave in every way. And he did not dare rebel. If she made the evidence public, his life would be ruined. His family would be devastated. Off to work he went.
That evening after dinner Sam cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen while Dawn watched television. When he was done, as he did every night, he knelt down near wherever she was. It was not unusual for her to not acknowledge him for a while, even for an hour or more. Tonight, she was waiting for him.
"Look at this," Dawn said calmly, showing her phone screen to him.
His eyes grew wide, then closed in disgust at the sight of the bloody knife. Dawn grinned. She showed him another picture.
"Look!" Dawn insisted. "Keep looking."
Ten pictures later tears welled up in Sam's eyes.
"Now," Dawn shifted in her chaise lounge chair. "Sam my poor slave of two years. Yes, it has been two years, almost. Now, back to your reality as my slave."
