I awoke to the darkness of my new room. I glanced down to find, sadly, my ankle was still cuffed and linked to the bed. I felt like a prisoner locked up in a private prison. Before Blake left for the evening to go to bed he had been kind enough to leave me a blanket to accompany the pillow that had been here originally. I clung to the polyester sheets tightly, my only source of warmth in an otherwise freezing room.
Thoughts of my situation rumbled around in my mind. I found myself trying to justify Blake's actions. I always had a knack for playing devil's advocate, but I never thought I'd end up doing it for this situation. Unbiasedly, I weighed my pros and cons to destroying the ideals I've always believed in just to be the wife Blake wanted me to be.
Cons were easy to discern. My pride and my dignity would be thrown out completely if I caved. The pros were a bit more complicated. Foremost, if I submitted to Blake, I'd get the man I fell in love with back, so to speak. A bonus was that I'd never have to work a day in my life. There was a bit of sting to not being allowed the freedom to work anymore, but it still wasn't as bad as I initially thought.
Clutching tighter to my blankets, I kept returning to the same thing; I wanted the kind Blake back. It was mildly disturbing to think my most cherished beliefs since I was a little girl were now being outweighed by my love of a man who betrayed me. I deeply wished Blake would have kept his promise. I could have really used my plushie friend's comfort to ease my warring heart and brain.
I fell back asleep, the exhaust of my inner turmoil had left me near the point I'd pass out. Blake had come in, turning the light on, but wasn't present in my room. I turned over to make sure he wasn't sitting in the reading chair. It was surprising to find that he wasn't but my toy was with a piece of paper underneath it.
Throwing off the sheets, I jumped out of the bed, practically leaping to my comforting plush toy. I scooped it up, giving it a big squeeze and already felt better. The lifeless fox looked back at me, it's usual blank as I gave it one more squeeze before reading the note, which I assume Blake left for me.
"Brittany,
I left you some clothes in the bathroom for you to wear today. I really hope you like them. And don't worry, I don't think Foxxi minds watching you dress considering that cuteness saw your naked body more than me. Don't forget to mind your manners in front of my friend and his wife... or else.
Xoxo
Blake, your loving husband."
Sighing loudly, I dropped the letter down back on the chair and walked over to the bathroom. Inside I saw a plain white tiled room, with a toilet, shower and sink. I could have easily reached into any of them. The interior of the shower hosted a shelf full of womanly soaps, shampoos and conditioners. I suspect Blake had intended me to shower here.
My eyes shifted over to the sink counter where I had expected to find inside some kind of humiliating and revealing outfit. Instead, it was a cute pastel lavender dress. When I put it up to my chest, I found the hem of the skirt was just above my knees. It showed off a lot of cleavage, but still was better than I originally expected. Underneath the dress laid a more expected set of garments.
A set of lacy black underwear and bra with beige stockings had been folded neatly with a sticky note on top. The bra appeared to barely cover my nipples and felt a little tight around my chest. I checked the size and realized the band was too small. I'd have to remind Blake I was a size "36C" not "34C".
The note on top of the clothing featured no words but a smiley face with a wink. I had forgotten how much of a child my husband could be. It was oddly lifting my spirits, and I ended up feeling that today might be a good day.
After dressing in the full get up, minus the stockings, I returned to my bed. I never wore stockings a day in my life. I didn't enjoy the way they felt and surprisingly, had nothing to do with my feminist views. I hoped that Blake would accept that stance and allow me to go without them. To be honest, I was hoping because I didn't want to think of what kind of punishment he would concoct for me in front of his friends if he didn't agree.
With no clock in the room, I wasn't able to tell how long I'd been sitting down, just waiting for Blake to come fetch me. I tried the door several times, but to no one's surprise, it was locked up tight. There was no way out of this room unless Blake allowed it. When Blake came, I stood up immediately with my hands clasped together in front of me.
"You look outstanding. Everything fit okay, love?"
"The bra is a band size too small, sir."
I patted myself on the back in my head at remembering to add the sir at the end of my sentence. As horrible as it felt to say, it wasn't nearly going to be as bad as enduring a punishment. I wouldn't be getting free of Blake anytime soon, so for now I had to appease him as best I could; for my sake and his.
"Sorry about that. Your clothes didn't arrive this morning like the movers said. Thus I had to improvise and went out to buy that."
"I'm surprised you wanted me to wear anything at all, sir." The look Blake gave me was too scary to put in words. I cowed away, frightened like a little girl. I expected him to strike me, spank me, something, but nothing came. Then I felt him close to me.
"I want to make something perfectly clear. You're mine. Everything that you are is mine, and I have no intention of sharing that with anyone, not even my best friend. So you will behave in front of our dinner guests. Is that understood, Brittany?"
I nodded meekly in response to his question. Thankfully, he was satisfied with my unspoken response and backed away. I looked up to find Blake's eyes feasting on me like I was a Christmas ham. There was a slight heat in my face, formed from his lecherous gaze. It was oddly satisfying to be desired, perhaps an instinct born in every woman; not that I was happy with said satisfaction right now.
Blake walked over to me, stopping short enough that he could lean down and unlock my cuff. This would be the first time I would have free roam of the house. Well, it would be more free than this room and that was good enough for me. I plotted several different ways I could try escaping over the night. Disturbingly, I ended up fighting myself, coming up with excuses why each plan would fail, leaving me with a stinging ass.
No, today wasn't the time for my escape. I would find a way when he gave me more freedom. I just had to keep my mentality intact until then as I appeased Blake. I shook off the cuff, glad to be free of the binding. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it affected my mental state. With it removed, I felt a lot less like a prisoner and more like an actual person.
Rising back up, Blake took my hand in his. I could feel the smoothness left behind by his body wash. A faint smell of vanilla accompanied Blake this morning. I hadn't been able to pick up on it until he got this close. His hair, albeit a simple crew cut, had been combed backwards. Blake had a talent for cleaning up.
"I thought they were coming for dinner, sir?" I asked after catching the time on his watch.
"They are. Today, I'm letting you walk around the house until after they leave. You'll be preparing the food for us and you'll clean up the dishes. You will cater to their needs should they have any. Lastly, this is more of a reminder but behave, unless you want your bare ass to be spanked in front of the guests."
I squeaked, a fearful reaction from his threat that I knew he would act on should I give him the reason to do so. I nodded, agreeing to his terms. Even with the unexpected freedom, I doubted I could come up with a solid plan to get away. Failure lingered on my mind because I knew should I fail to get away, I would suffer hell for trying.
I followed Blake as he led me out of the room. I realized now that I was on the second floor of the manor. Across the hall was the locked door I found my first day here, except now the door was wide open. Inside, I saw the manacles that Blake had left me to dangle on for twenty hours. Blake followed my eyes to the room and quickly pulled the door close. A quick apologetic look and then he was off again downstairs.
Together, Blake and I walked down to the first floor. He led me into the kitchen where he tried to acquaint me with basics and what I would be cooking for dinner. Foolishly, my mind began wandering about, predicting my future life now. My future held raising children and doing house chores; not exactly how I would have chosen to live.
I looked over to my husband, trying to find what enticed me so much to stay with him. I never wanted a husband or a boyfriend. I wasn't above having male friends, I just never imagined I'd end up here, being a housewife. There was nothing that grasped my attention to Blake in the immediate moment. Perhaps it was something I'd forgotten, a moment when my ideals were shattered by a romantic gesture or something of the sort. Blake snapped his fingers repeatedly in my face, hurtling me back to the present.
"Spacing out isn't very ladylike, Brittany."
"Sorry, sir."
Having to apologize for something I'd consider bullshit was wearing down my facade. I walked over to him, wondering how he'd react to me kissing him. Do I have to ask permission? Will he spank me or punish me in some other cruel, humiliating way if I do the deed without asking first?
"Screw it. Let's see how much I can get away with."
I thought.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I closed the distance between us. Our lips met and fireworks shot off inside my body. I knew my body sure as hell enjoyed Blake, but what happened in my mind to get me to say yes to the one thing I never wanted.
Blake's wandering hands rubbed down from the small of my back towards my ass. As he passed on to my thighs, Blake took the opportunity to cup my ass. A smaller click of fireworks set off this time. There was a disconnection forming between my mind and body's wants. Disconnects like this were becoming more common, and I couldn't be sure why it was happening.
This happened plenty of times in the past with Blake. Our first kiss, a prime example. Blake had just taken me out for a second date to the carnival. Typical cliche date idea, but that doesn't mean it wasn't fun. I think that was the first moment when I forwent my ideals for him. Blake had become the exception that night when he buttered me up with a heartwarming story about his childhood. Then like a gentleman, asked if he could, in his own words, kindly kiss the most amazing woman he's ever met. I wonder if he still thought I was the same amazing woman.
Blake peeled away from our physical attachment, leaving me wondering what I'd just done. I wasn't left wondering long because Blake then pushed me over the table. I was left bent over, still recovering from the shove, when I felt his hand pushing me back into the table. It was firm, but not enough to hurt me. I tried pushing off the table, but the physical disparity between us came into play yet again.
"Trying to seduce me, Brittany?"
"No!" I shouted and was quickly and painfully spanked.
