She looked around, blinking the sleep from her eyes. She remembered getting into bed and going to sleep in her own bedroom, she didn't remember coming to this dark room where she was in an iron cage, a spotlight above her highlighting her on all fours within the cage, but the rest of the room was in darkness.
"You think you're so great. So fantastic."
The voice sneered at her as she looked around. Something hit her bare ass, making her yelp instead of ordering whoever to show themselves. The pain hit her ass again, making her whirl on her knees to see who was there and what was going on.
It was an ongoing effort, every time she opened her mouth she was cut off by another sharp pain. No matter where she turned in the cage, something always seemed to inflict pain on her ass. No matter what she did, any sound coming out of her mouth was a yelp of pain instead of demanding answers to her questions. It seemed to last a long time, she lost track as she kept crawling in circles inside the cage to the amusement of whoever was laughing at her.
She woke up, blinking, seeing her familiar bedroom, the canopy top seen just above the familiar quilt to keep out the chill. A sound came to her, and she moved to see who was there, not surprised to see Ethel moving clothes out of the closet.
"Go away, you disturbed my sleep."
"You've been asleep for ten hours, Miss. Time to get showered, dressed, and fed before your meetings."
"Ugh! I hate my life."
Ethel ignored the familiar complaint from the recent graduate. Miss Jordon came from a wealthy family, her parents on a business trip in Europe for three months. Today, Miss Jordon was to attend business meetings to start knowing about the companies her family owned. It was a far stretch from the normal sleeping in until whenever and doing whatever fancied the young Miss who enjoyed a good party like anyone else.
So a complaint was ignored, Miss Jordon used to be waited on, used to being pursued by the boys and men of the best families, to be friends with those with her same breeding and background. She lived in a bubble, one about to burst by having to learn how the companies that supplied the wealth to make this possible, made it possible. Jordon didn't care, only that she used her credit card and it worked.
The day was long to Jordon, and she was ticked she couldn't party like she wanted as she had to attend more meetings the next day. She grumbled to anyone who would listen but was ignored by all the servants and staff. She never noticed.
She went to bed, the silken sheets feeling like a cocoon.
She woke to be inside the cage again, the voice taunting her, her ass again getting shots of pain at random times. After a few times of the twirling and yelping, she blinked to find she was standing up, strapped to a wooden X, her wrists and ankles cuffed to the X, a collar around her neck attached to both sides of the X. She was nude and again the only light came from a spotlight above her. Steps were heard in the surrounding darkness, but no voice.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Finally, the stupid bitch speaks." The voice laughed, "We do this because we can. Too bad there wasn't any intelligence in that private school education."
"Let me go! I won't tell the police."
Something whirled and slapped her back, Jordon letting out a scream.
"Tell them what? You dreamed you were a submissive whore who loved to be punished? How did you leave that fancy mansion with that fancy security?"
Another whirl and another slap, followed by another scream.
"Or did you? What about it, stupid bitch? Where are you going to direct them?"
A third whirl sound, a third slap on her back, a third scream emitted from her.
Something grabbed her hair, yanking her head back.
"You were asked a question, fuck face, so best answer."
"I-I-I don't know where."
A whirl, a slap, and a louder scream as the strap hit her exposed pussy rather than her back.
"Yet, here we are, fulfilling your dream of submitting to those better than you and all you do is make threats. Doesn't sound polite to us."
More slaps with a strap, more screams. Jordon would have fallen to the floor if she wasn't so secured to the X. A face came over her shoulder, Jordon's eyes opening wide at what she saw. The head was encased in leather, a bondage hood covering the face except for the mouth area which was covered by a black cloth taped to the mask. It was impossible to tell anything about the person with the strap other than a female voice used.
"Beg me to whip your pussy."
"What! You're nuts!"
"No, that is the other one here. She loves to dish out punishments."
The helmeted head moved to the other side of the X, the dark clothes blending in with the darkness around them. That was all Jordon could see before pain hit her all over, her screams echoing around the room. The pain stopped for a few seconds before going on again. Jordon passed out soon after.
She blinked, her sore body still in the silken cocoon of her bed. There was barely light at the window, Jordon knowing it was almost dawn. Her body started shaking at the vivid dream she had, her body alerting her it hurt as much as if it was real. It had to be a dream, she went to sleep in her bed, she woke in her bed, it couldn't be real. She lifted the covers, pulling up her pajama top to see bruises on her back and ass in the mirror. She flapped the covers back, burying herself inside them, shaking with fear.
Ethel came in as always, going to the closet to select the business outfit for the meetings. Jordon didn't want to go, Ethel telling her that was fine, she could inform her parents she had no desire to learn the business. Jordon told the long-time maid she was hated and despised for a reason. Ethel was used to the verbal abuse of Miss Jordon and ignored it as she continued to lay out the proper clothes.
"Pay attention." Jordon commanded, "You're just an old black woman who can barely function as a maid. I'm a well-educated rich white woman with her whole life in front of her. I say jump, you get into the air. I say go away, leave me alone, you do so."
