Beth took a few more deep breaths before leaving the house, walking next door to answer Mistress's summons. Beth was as scared now as the first time almost a week ago, but to refuse a summons from someone who wasn't afraid to hurt her from a distance, that just seemed like a folly.
Beth had spent a few years stealing as a hobby. She wore sneakers selling for over a hundred dollars with just a slight of hand, very real and expensive jewelry, and had several items in the house because of her desire to steal. When a new neighbor moved in next door at the end of last month, Beth waited until the red-haired woman left in her BMW before going over to case the place.
Beth, for the first time, was caught. Worse, the new neighbor sat in a chair, aiming a gun at Beth, almost wanting the thief to make a run. The look in the woman's eyes, how no smile made them seem alive, scared Beth as the woman had a planned scenario of how Beth would lose an arm or leg while the shooting would be perfectly legal. Beth surrendered.
Beth found she had to strip, and when told everything, she learned to remove everything, even her own jewelry and hair barrettes. The woman went through the discarded clothes and such while telling Beth to call her Mistress. Mistress simply referred to Beth as cunt. When Beth protested, she found herself on the floor, a pain in her neck and the woman walked away with some kind of syringe in her hand.
Beth still had no idea what was inserted, but when Mistress used a remote, Beth's neck either gently vibrated or felt like someone used an electric wire on her neck. Beth learned quickly to call the neighbor lady Mistress and to refer to herself as cunt to avoid the shocks. She crawled for Mistress, lapped water from a bowl, licking any errant drops of water off the floor, listened to commands, and in just short of an hour, was released to go home. Wearing only her shorts and tee shirt, the rest having to be left behind as Beth assumed getting dressed was meant to dress in what she wore here.
Mistress gave some ground rules, cunt having to openly thank Mistress for them. Mistress was leaving for a few days or so but would remember cunt existed. When Mistress set off a jolt, cunt had one minute to type in a text response, thanking Mistress for the attention to cunt. Taking longer or not responding timely or respectfully enough, was cause for punishment. When Mistress returned and wanted to see cunt, she would send a gentler vibration as a summons. That was what Beth received when she was still in her pajamas and wondering about breakfast.
Now, four minutes after the summons, Beth was knocking nicely at the door, wearing sandals and a summer dress, her shoulder blade length hair clipped to stay out of her eyes. The door opened, revealing the tall red head fully dressed in a pants suit, the eyes just looking as Beth felt her throat go dry again. As the door started closing, she found her voice.
"Please, Mistress, please, may cunt come inside to serve and please Mistress?"
There was a moment Beth thought the door would close on her, but the dreaded words had the door open. Beth entered, quickly going to where she was assigned, removing the sandals, dress, and clips before kneeling before the fireplace, knees spread wide, ankles crossed, fingers interlaced behind her head, the pose she was told to enter unless Mistress had other ideas.
As Mistress strolled back to a chair, Beth noticed the gun at the waistband, wondered if she could escape this psycho bitch but knew it was useless to consider. All the woman needed to do was press a button and Beth would be rolling on the floor in pain. The only reason she responded to the summons.
For the six days Mistress was away, jolts would hit Beth's neck at random times, Beth having to quickly grab her phone to send the required text within a minute of the jolt. Beth never knew when they'd hit, but knew punishment was there if she didn't respectfully text a thank you for Mistress's attention to cunt.
"What about it, cunt. You here for my pleasure or your punishment?"
"Please, Mistress, cunt would always be here for your pleasure."
"Guess we'll have to see. How many times did you thank me this week?"
Beth blinked. She was supposed to track the times?
"Ah, I see cunt didn't think my attention was worth cunt's time. What a shame, that almost doubles the punishment. I would have thought you learned Mistress is always to be respected."
Mistress got up to pick up cunt's phone, walking to where an easel stood in clear view. She removed the top sheet to see a grid of dates and times before making marks near each one. Mistress turned to cunt and shook her head.
"So, four times cunt took longer than a minute to answer and twice didn't even bother to respond. Was that what cunt was told or was it to respond in a minute of having attention?"
"Mistress, cunt was told to respond within a minute. As to the others...."
She was cut off with a glare and a wave of a hand.
"Mistress isn't interested in hearing how cunt decided to ignore the order and respond or not respond as cunt decided was easiest for cunt. Cunt only needed to be obedient so cunt could spend the day pleasing Mistress. Now, cunt decides cunt would rather be punished instead of pleasing Mistress. Very well, who knows if cunt will actually learn anything today."
Beth had no idea what sort of punishment was being offered. She was aware Mistress was casual at the idea and the jolts hurt so if they were only for attention, Beth dreaded to know what was meant by punishment.
"Heel."
Mistress walked to the kitchen, Beth quickly going to all fours to crawl naked behind her. She had that command down pat after her first visit.
Mistress stopped at an open door, showing stairs to the basement.
"Stand up."
Beth pushed herself up to stand before Mistress. Mistress reached over to casually grab a tit and twist viciously. Beth let out a short scream as she tried to pull away.
"Freeze, cunt, or I'll cut them off."
Beth felt the room spin as she stopped moving.
"I told you to stand, I didn't tell you to flap your hands around."
Shit, she forgot one of the lessons. She moved her arms, so her fingers were interlaced behind her head, her legs apart, never closed unless Mistress specifically allowed it.
"Go down and take a pose inside the hoop."
Mistress walked to the refrigerator, Beth moving down the stairs to stop dead as she stepped onto the floor. The end of the basement was nice, a large screen TV on the wall, a few comfortable loveseats in front. This end, this was scary, bondage items on the walls and shelves, chains hanging from the rafters, bolts in the floor, an iron cage to one side, a heavy wooded X by a wall.
Beth felt her eyes widen at the sight, the noise of Mistress making her quickly kneel inside a blue hula hoop, knees apart and ankles crossed, as Beth continued to look at items she knew were for punishments but not how they were used. She was still at it when Mistress came down the stairs, striding over to set her ice tea on a table.
Mistress tossed two cuffs to cunt, telling her to strap them on the ankles, which cunt did. Then two more came to be attached to the wrists before a collar was tossed to be connected around cunt's neck. Once she had all on, she went back into a pose. Mistress nodded a bit, Beth almost sighing in relief Mistress was happy.
Cunt was told to take a bar with several eye bolts on it from behind her and attach her ankles to the red bolts. She found the cuffs had clips which she clipped to the red eyes of the bolts. Her legs were spread out as Mistress grabbed an arm and a handful of cunt's hair, yanking her to a standing position, cunt letting out a scream at the pain.
