The Girl Who Couldn't Decide

Today she arrived home, and he was a changed man in her presence. I had seen slight glimpses of his servility earlier that year at his birthday party, which I had just mistaken for his infatuation with a beautiful woman. Many men behaved that way in her presence. His submissive traits were exposed in the way he would hurry to light her cigarette or linger to open a door or pull up a chair where she may be seated. This chivalrous behavior looked strange on him. I had to confess until the appearance of Birgitte women for him only seemed objects of lewd derision.

She passed me in the hallway, she did not greet me but just laughed loudly, harshly, the sound reverberating off the cavernous walls of the great room. "You sure know how to bury yourself alive." She turned to him and said. "You really think your brother will be so pleasant when he finds she is here? You dumb fuck." She walked about behind him and pinched his bandaged, damaged shoulder hard, her elegant diamond clustered fingers finding the weakness there of his recently broken collarbone. He tried to suppress the groan and found he could not do so. He fought not to drop her heavily laden suitcase on the marble tiles. "He will beat you bloody, but not before I do." He looked at her, and she met his eyes with deadly coldness. "Take that upstairs."

Birgitte smiled at me callously then. "You should not be here," she said. "But oh well, you are. Svend will come for you eventually." She tossed her head and headed upstairs leaving me alone.

What now?

I had never felt so lost or awkward.

Would they argue, would I just be tossed out onto the street in the rain?

I felt stupid, I felt sick. I had done this to myself.

I lingered on the ground floor waiting to hear raised voices or for one of them to appear on the landing, but all was quiet. I fidgeted I waited, the lot of a slave...........

Hours passed, and my only company was the loud workings of the stately grandfather clock to mark the slow passage of time. Three p.m. and I felt like I had been waiting in a rather elaborate Doctor's surgery for a desperately sought appointment. I was fidgeting wondering what madness had led me here. Yet I thought about the psychiatrist I had been forced to attend at Svend's behest and it didn't seem so crazy. I was at least free of that here, free to be me. I did not have to question what I did, or what I was. No one cared least of all I, though I sensed my future was hers to decide.

"Lidia?" I looked up, she was on the landing in nothing more than her ebony underwear, she looked good in it, or should I rephrase delicious. I guessed they had been participating in some conjugal enjoyment. "Come here will you." She turned the line of her perfect body gracefully in her departure. I could see why he was captivated by her.

I ascended the stairs, and the door stood ajar I could see Frej was on the floor face down in a hogtie, she had made no exception over his shattered collarbone, most cruel of her. As I crossed the floor into the bedroom proper I became aware he was breathing hard, obviously in great pain. He looked at me and craned his head to look at her. "No Birgitte, don't involve her."

"Do shut up! You are the dolt who brought her here." She kicked him with her pointed stiletto in his bad side, he yelped and went quiet putting his head back to rest on the floor, conserving his strength. "He doesn't like it when you play, it seems to bother him.' She giggled superficially at me.

"Tell me Lidia in all your long years with Frej have you ever wanted to hit him?" What a loaded question, well yes I had, but would I, well no. Only in some closed fantasy daydream, but never for real.

"Why don't you?" She invited, pressing a stout riding crop into my hands. He was not looking at me nor at her. "It's not hard girl, and I assure you once you start it's easy."

I stood to one side of him feeling quite ridiculous, naked, riding crop in hand. "Hit him, Lidia, strike him, or earn my displeasure. Would you like me to call Svend? I am sure he will be very interested to know of your whereabouts. Just maybe he might give me reward points?" Her hand went to the phone.

Sorry Master but I cannot go back to Svend I said in my mind as I let the fiberglass sting his skin. He did not flinch and made no sound. I knew I did not have the vigor, or the will to really hurt him. "Oh girl you can do better than that." Birgitte took the whip from my hand and stuck him hard over the top of his back, it left a red welt in its wake and tiny pinpricks of blood in places along with a very audible crack. She returned it to me, and I hit him again at her command. She seemed very disappointed with my efforts, I was not as strong or large as she was. I wondered what Master was thinking as she forced me to do this to him. I was sure he was not amused.

"Well, this is not very satisfactory, perhaps a toy that requires less effort on your part Lidia?" He looked up then, whatever his lovely wife had alluded to, it seemed to concern him. She went to a high shelf and took what looked like a long orange stick with two copper prongs on the end, and a battery box on the other. The rather oversized electrical toy I had seen her threaten him with once by the pool.

"No Birgitte!" Burst from his mouth, and for the first time in my life I heard him speaking in a voice of panic.

"DON'T YOU EVER TELL ME NO DOG!" She waved the item in his face, and he pulled away in an acute fear reflex like he had been stung. What did he fear, did it really hurt that much? I had no way of knowing, and I did not wish to find out.

She pressed the item into my hands and said somewhat joyously. "All you do Lidia is press the button and put it on him, oh, and not near the heart." I stood there holding the item as though it was a poisonous reptile, it was poised only some inches from his thigh. He twisted about to look at me, anyone could see he was already very uncomfortable. The hogtie I knew firsthand was a merciless way to be restrained. "Don't Lidia, don't. His eyes met mine, and I thought of all the pleading midday phone calls he had made to his brother, the ones I had overheard whilst I came clutching at the desk, dreaming of interludes such as this. I edged the item closer, and he jerked away as much as the restraints allowed. I hate to say it but on some level, I was highly aroused by his reaction. "No Lidia!" He pleaded desperately, and I felt the telltale burning of delight begin down below.

My eyes were steady on his, I thought of all the misery he had ever given me. I put the item to his flesh and pressed the button, it was surprisingly easy. He screamed and jerked away. I had never heard a man scream like that. The power of what I had just done! I put the probe to his flesh yet again, he shuddered and struggled. From somewhere he found the voice to speak. "No Lidia, no more." His head dropped to the floor.

"I don't need to hear this," Birgitte interrupted. Stooping over him her hand in his mane controlling his head, and pushing a ball gag into his unwilling mouth. She took the device from me and again put it to him. His muscles rippled, he struggled in the ropes and thrashed about wildly on the floor. She would let him gather his senses and apply it again. He was drooling, and biting down hard on the gag, growls escaped him.

"He's a big man, he can take this the dumb animal, made for bulls this thing, but it works well on him. Better than sex I think. Don't you?" She smiled at me and tapped him again, he looked like he would pass out. His eyes rolled back in his head. I was afraid she might kill him. His breathing was now coming in ragged gasps, and his muscles were twitching, this made the cruelty of the Kali's teeth seem trivial. They certainly were an extreme couple.

"I dare say he will leave you be tonight." She laughed wickedly as she said this. He was lying in a pool of drool, sweat covered his skin. She was waving me imperiously from her room. I backed into the hallway, I could not take my eyes off him. She had so easily brought him down, and he had let her, it was unbelievable.

That night he came to me, I had gone to lay in his red room sleepless in his plush unmade bed. I felt I had nowhere else to go. His hand twisted in my hair, my own hand on his trying to get him to cease the painful wrenching. "Don't you ever." He growled. I curled into a ball as he mercilessly continued to tug on my ashen locks. I was whimpering in his grasp. He let go and climbed into the bed beside me, he turned his huge back on me and went to sleep. I felt so alone..........

It was like those breathless dreams one has of pursuit, I was almost across the wide expanse of the lawn when I heard him call my name. No not merely a call but a defiant bellow. I froze and turned as I reached the darkness of the yew hedge that bordered Frej's kingdom of depravities. My hopes crashed as I saw Svend sprinting after me across the lawn. I turned and ran through the snaring hedge into the next grand garden, I must lose him and swiftly. I could not hope to outrun him.

I had not expected him to pursue me here, or to create a scene in amongst these exclusive homes. It was not his style. Things such as this did not happen here, in the quietly controlled, and gated worlds of the upper society. They settled their issues behind closed doors, Svend of all men knew that.

I was on unfamiliar ground, I ran swiftly across the adjoining yard, a well-preserved elderly woman looked up from her gardening surprised and alarmed. There was no time to observe her response, he had just breached the other side of the yew hedge and was closing fast. He called my name again, in a voice laden with anger and desperation. I dared to turn about, my mistake. Blinding pain, I tripped and fell. I had stubbed my toe on a brick garden edging in my careless haste, in seconds he was on me holding me down. I was slapping at him, pushing him from me. He was pulling me to him, pinning my flailing arms.

I stopped, crushed by him, exhausted by my fear and exertion, my extremities pinned. "Stop, stop." He was saying over and over. I looked up into the gray skies that mirrored the color of his own eyes, we were not alone. Svend too stopped and turned, the elderly couple was standing just behind us.

"Are you all right Miss?" The elderly gentleman said with concern, he had a cell phone in his hand. Svend's weight went off me as he rose to stand and face the home's inhabitants, brushing off his clothes. He looked back at me as I sat holding my agonized toe on the neatly cut grass, it was throbbing in pain. His eyes spoke of his fear my next words would only condemn him. I thought about doing just that. The police would be called and he would be taken away. I could if I now chose wreak my vengeance on Frej as well. I wonder in turning me away as he did, did that occur to him? I could see clearly it had to Svend. He didn't look so confident now, nor so fearsome, the victorious lord of the chase. With a few well-chosen words the triumph would be all mine.

There are times in life when you reach a crossroads and choose your next path either willingly or not. In those few seconds, I saw my possible future stretching ahead, and I chose accordingly. "I am fine," I said rising from the lawn. "I'm truly sorry for the intrusion, we just had a disagreement. It was my fault I should not have come into your yard. I'm so sorry." The elderly woman looked at me again, then at the awkward Svend.

"You are Mr Eriksen, my new neighbor." She said looking at the large home next door.

"His elder brother, and again my sincere apologies." Svend had finally found his voice. "It will not happen again." He took my arm. "It's going to rain," he said as he scanned the ominous sky above.

"Yes," I replied, but not like it was raining in my heart.

He was wordless in the car, I dared not even glance sideways at him, instead, I studied my hands and Frej's silver ring. Lies and false promises from so long ago. It was time to pay for my willful ways under his hand.

I was glad the trip was only a short one. He pushed me before him into his house and motioned me to sit before his favorite chair. I was still clinging to my possessions, my head was bowed. He went to the bar and poured himself a drink, he brought nothing for me. He sat and regarded me for some minutes in difficult silence, his eyes were red it was obvious he had not slept or had been heavily drinking in my absence. Finally, he spoke.

"You ran from me girl, why?" I needed an answer but one that was less criminal than the pursuit of blind lust and infatuation. It came to me in a blind instant.

"Elaine," was all I choked out.

"Jealous are we, and insecure, well I knew that." He sighed. "There's a big difference between a play partner and a wife and slave Lidia. I thought you were smarter than that." I could tell by his tone he was trying very hard to suppress his anger that lay just below ready to spring at any moment and rend me. "What the fuck do I have to do to prove to you, you are mine!" He shouted. "Do be kind enough to tell me!" He stood up suddenly, fearfully I cringed lower on the floor, no violence came. He had gone back to the bar and this time brought the entire bottle with him. He took a huge gulp of the burning liquid and sat back down.

"Say something!" He yelled. "Anything, just fuckin talk to me!" He leaned forward and struck me in much the way Frej would do, but he did not stop at a single slap, it was a rain of them, to my face my shoulders, my upper arms. I curled into a tight defensive ball, it took him some time to master his anger, and finally, the stinging assault ceased.

He looked down at me curled at his feet, I wondered how he felt to bully a woman who was less than half his size. Did he feel big, did he feel brave? However, I never said a word. "What do you have there?" He pointed to the plastic garbage bag I was still clutching possessively. I opened the mouth of it so that he could peer inside. He delved in and one by one pulled my precious items from it. My handbag, toiletries, and iPod. "Going to start a new life with just this were you?" He seemed calmer now, but I sensed the danger he was capable of had not passed but merely lay in wait. He pulled all the items from the bag one by one, and then he went through my handbag meticulously.

He paused and withdrew a scintillant diamond bracelet from one of the smaller zippered interior pockets. I gasped, there were valuable items there that were not mine! He looked at me, he knew this was not something he had gifted me. It was Birgitte's. More contraband to follow, things I had no clue I had possessed. Frej must have planted them there to goad his brother's already fragile temper. Photos tumbled from his hands to rest on the carpet, their glossy evidence a damnation. How did he get these, who had taken them? Me and Natalie, more sordid ones of me pleasing both Mick and Frej in unison. There was nothing I could say to refute what I had done.

"A whore and a thief," was all he had to say.