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Irony Of Fate Ch 07

Irony Of Fate Ch 07

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Chapter 7

The next few days passed relatively quietly for Leon. Since Svenja was in the final stages of preparing for her exams this semester, she had little time for her new slave. Apart from his usual cleaning duties, Leon only occasionally had to serve as her footrest and kiss her feet at regular intervals.

The rest of the time, he spent locked up in the small storage room where he also had to sleep. Although Leon was actually glad that Svenja was so busy with her studies, leaving her no time to constantly humiliate and degrade him, the hours she locked him away like an animal slowly but steadily became torment.

That afternoon, when Svenja returned from a lecture later than usual, Leon was scrubbing her floors on his knees, as he did every day. He immediately crawled to the apartment door to greet her by kissing her feet.

As if it were the most natural thing, she wiped the soles of her pumps alternately on Leon's hair and face while setting her shopping bags aside and taking off her jacket.

"You can clean my shoes later. I finally found the time today to get the surprises I promised you. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did picking them out for you," she announced to Leon in an almost benevolent tone as she strode purposefully down the hallway.

With a strange sense of foreboding, Leon followed her, crawling after her. What could she possibly have bought for him?

Moments later, when Svenja pulled his supposed surprises out of the bags, Leon's breath caught in his throat. Grinning, she presented him with a black riding crop, stainless steel handcuffs and ankle restraints, a ball gag, a completely opaque blindfold, and a dog collar with a long chain. The fact that Leon turned pale as chalk at the sight of these torture instruments seemed to amuse her greatly.

"You don't seem all that excited about your gifts, Leon? And here I bought only expensive, high-quality brands. At first, I was a bit embarrassed to visit that store, but the saleswoman was so nice and gave me excellent advice. She recommended the riding crop and even threw it in for free at the end. Isn't that sweet? You wouldn't believe all the amazing stuff they have there. Unfortunately, my limited budget ran out pretty quickly."

Leon stared at the bizarre items in disbelief. This couldn't be serious, could it? But before he could even imagine how these things might be used, Svenja ordered him to take off her pumps.

"My feet are really sweaty from these shoes, and they hurt from all the shopping. You can thank me now by licking them."

After the beautiful blonde relaxed on the leather sofa for a few minutes while having her feet licked, she decided it was time for Leon to try out his new toys.

With trembling hands, Leon had to put on the restraints, which Svenja immediately locked with a small key. He could now only move very slowly and by crawling. Next, she fastened the dog collar around his neck and attached the chain to it.

Finally, she put the blindfold over his eyes and secured the gag over his mouth. Leon could neither see nor speak. All he could manage were faint moans to make himself heard.

As Svenja looked at the helpless and utterly humiliated Leon, she suddenly burst into hearty laughter.

"Oh man, you should see how you look! This is just too funny! Chained up like that, you remind me of a dog."

At the same time, she took the leash in her hand and stepped a few paces away from Leon. "Where's my little puppy? Heel! Heel, Leon!"

What was this all about? How much more did she intend to humiliate him? Fear began to grip him. Bound and gagged, he was now completely at her mercy, without even the chance to resist or make himself heard.

Over the next few minutes, he had to crawl after Svenja, bound and gagged, as she led him through the apartment like a dog on a leash. She clearly enjoyed herself, verbally degrading the desperate Leon to the status of a pet and humiliating him without limits.

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After the final lap through the apartment, Svenja rested her feet on Leon's head once she sat back down on the sofa, speaking to him in an amused tone.

"It's really a shame you can't lick my feet with that gag on. That would be just perfect right now, don't you think? A little puppy obediently licking its mistress's feet. But I'm sure we can figure something out, right?"

She laughed slyly and self-satisfied. Just as she leaned down to undo the strap of the gag at the back of his head, there was a sudden knock at the apartment door.

Surprised, Svenja glanced toward the door and then at her wristwatch. As she quickly dragged Leon by the chain toward the storage room that doubled as his sleeping space, she whispered to him,

"We'll have to postpone the foot-licking for later since someone's at the door. Since I can't imagine you'd want to be seen like this, I'll lock you in your little apartment in the meantime. So stay quiet--though that shouldn't be hard with the gag!"

She chuckled at her own joke as she locked Leon--still bound, gagged, and blindfolded--into the tiny space. Then she slipped back into her heels, quickly checked her hair in the mirror, and opened the apartment door moments later.

Standing in front of Svenja was a very slim young woman with long, slightly wavy black hair. She was perhaps in her mid-to-late twenties and strikingly attractive.

With a friendly smile, the stranger greeted Svenja.

"Hi, my name's Hannah. I'm looking for my ex-boyfriend. His name's Leon, and he lived in the other apartment on this floor until a few days ago. Do you know where he went, or did he maybe leave his new address with you or the building management?"

Though Svenja was caught off guard by this unexpected inquiry about Leon, she responded immediately with an innocent, almost rehearsed tone.

"Hi, I'm Svenja. I only knew your ex in passing. Unfortunately, I can't help you. I just heard he took off overnight and left behind a bunch of unpaid rent. Sorry about that. Well, goodbye."

As Svenja moved to close the door, Hannah suddenly held it open with her hand.

"Please, just a moment. Could you maybe give him my new number and tell him to call me if he ever shows up here again? I'm moving to another city soon, and he doesn't have my new phone number."

At that very moment, Leon was frantically trying to make himself heard. Though he could only catch parts of the conversation, it was enough to recognize Hannah's voice. He also clearly understood that she was looking for him.

This was his chance to escape this nightmare. Even if it would be incredibly difficult to explain to Hannah how he'd ended up in this situation, he had to seize this rare opportunity and make himself noticed--if he didn't want to remain Svenja's house slave indefinitely.

With all his strength, Leon tried to shout Hannah's name, but the gag was too tight. Desperate and with tears in his eyes, he began banging his head against the locked door, hoping to somehow catch Hannah's attention that way.

Svenja quickly took Hannah's business card with her phone number and assured her--convincingly and almost hypocritically--that she'd personally make sure Leon got it if he ever showed up again. Just as Hannah turned to leave, she suddenly spun around and asked Svenja with concern where the noise in her apartment was coming from and if everything was alright.

For a split second, Svenja faltered, but she immediately replied with quick wit, "Oh, that's just my poorly trained dog. I have to lock him up whenever strangers come by."

Hannah smiled, thanked Svenja again for her help, and said goodbye. Svenja wished her luck in her search for Leon with feigned sincerity before swiftly closing the door.

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Leon, who had anxiously followed every word of the exchange, was now on the verge of a breakdown after Hannah's departure. He had clung so desperately to this last hope that the failure of his efforts plunged him into total despair. What in the world had he done to deserve such a cruel twist of fate?

Hannah surely would have freed him from Svenja's clutches and maybe even given him another chance. And now she was moving to another city, and he didn't even have her new number! Would he ever see her again?

Suddenly, the door to his tiny prison was unlocked, and Leon was yanked out roughly by the chain. After Svenja removed his blindfold and gag, she glared down at him with an expression of deep irritation.

"Your ex is really an annoying and pushy person. I had a hard time getting rid of her. You should be glad you're done with her.

Now, about you! Didn't I tell you to stay quiet? She almost got suspicious, that stupid cow. Did you really think you could just sneak off with your ex like that?

No, no, my dear! You're staying right here and crawling for me! Got that, slave?"

Intimidated and close to tears again, the utterly broken Leon replied to the furious Svenja,

"I'm sorry. I understand, Svenja. Really, I'm so sorry."

With a malicious expression, Svenja practically barked at him,

"Oh, so you're sorry for trying to betray, deceive, and stab me in the back? Then you'll surely understand that I'm also very sorry I have to punish you for it. I really tried to be nice, but you left me no choice!"

In the next moment, she kicked him hard in the head with the toe of her shoe, causing Leon to crumple to the floor in pain. Barely had he hit the ground when Svenja braced herself against the doorframe and, without batting an eye, stepped onto his head with both heels, pressing it slightly to the side under her weight.

Svenja now stood with both feet fully on one side of his face. Without mercy, her entire body weight pressed through the hard soles and heels of her shoes directly onto Leon's head.

Unbearable pain shot through him instantly. As Svenja shifted her weight onto her high heels with a sadistic grin, Leon thought she might pierce the skin of his cheek. It felt as though she was puncturing that side of his face with her heels.

After endless seconds of agony, she finally shifted her weight back to the soles of her shoes. Nearly dazed from the pain, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the worst was over. But then, unexpectedly, Svenja pushed off his face with both feet, leaped about thirty centimeters into the air, and landed back on his face with full force.

The pain he felt as her heels dug into his head with brutal impact was indescribable. Never in his life had he endured such torment.

Though Leon screamed like a banshee under her feet, Svenja repeated these jumps on his head several times, pushing him to the brink of unconsciousness.

When she finally stepped off his already badly swollen face, she spat on his head in disgust and kicked the still-writhing Leon back into his cramped prison like an animal.

She locked the door immediately after, issuing one final warning:

"Let this be a lesson to you. Next time, I won't be so lenient. Then you'll wish you'd never been born, and not even your own mother will recognize your face when I'm done with you!"

Filled with horror at Svenja's sadistic coldness, Leon gingerly touched his battered, swollen face with his hands. Though he was still in excruciating pain, only one thought occupied his mind: he had to escape as soon as possible. It was unthinkable what else the blond beauty might do to him if he remained in her clutches any longer.

But what could he do in his situation? In this dark hour, he suddenly remembered Hannah's business card, which Svenja must have pocketed. Perhaps there was still a way out for him after all.

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