Dani sat in a large wing backed chair made of a gorgeous silvery blue fabric, dreamy soft and plush. One knee over the other, bouncing her foot sheathed in powder blue strappy low heels, sipping a steaming cup of tea. To her left, a teapot sat on a small end table, white porcelain decorated in dainty blue flowers, in case she needed to refill her cup.
These were the only pieces of furniture in this cold, half finished basement room. The beams were still raw above, duct work crossing the ceiling. The walls were freshly painted white brick, the floor a black rubber matting that provided some bounce. The only things marring the walls was a single bolt in the wall, which held a chain which led to the thick collar of a man currently unconscious on the floor, and a plain white door with no knob.
This is a story about that very man. The one with a mop of black hair, green eyes under his closed lids, skin slightly tanned from outings on his boat.
Because he was a lying, dirty cheater. And that was the most mild of his crimes.
Dani had caught him and his friends - boyfriends and fiancees of her own best friends - living it up in the great city of lights, sticking their dicks in a myriad of girls. He was supposed to be on a business trip, but as it turns out, those weren't a thing for his company. Zoom and all really cut back their travel expenses.
Dani's friends all dumped their men, claiming the single life. But Ben was special. Because later, she found out he was also banging his secretary. And she found this out after she answered his phone when the hospital called. He was her emergency contact.
Let him go! One might say. Let him be shitty somewhere else!
But Dani had plans for Ben. Not husband material, he was still a really good lay, and he was very much in need of punishment. And so Dani offered a deal to her friends. They all -
Oops! Ben is awake!
----------------Day 1-----------------
Ben stirred, pushing off of the rubber floor, his head pounding. "What the hell..." he shook his head, regretting it instantly as pain radiated from his skull. Looking up, he noticed his wife sitting in a large chair, her baby blues brought out by the soft blue blouse she wore over cream colored slacks, gazing at him over a cup of coffee.
"Babe, where... are..." he just began to notice the state of his nudity, and the collar weighed down by a thick chain around his neck.
"Baby... what the fuck is this?"
Dani watched him catch up to his predicament with a mischievous twinkle. "Your new room. Do you like it?"
Ben devolved very quickly after that. Just a few moments of disbelief, laughing, taking the "joke" in stride. After that, an hour of shouting, insults, yanking on the chain, beating the bolt in the wall with a looped but of chain, trying to twist it free, swearing to murder her when he got out of this echoed in the basement. It really showed ones true colors when you get chained to a wall against your will.
It was like watching someone filter through the stages if grief. Dani waited patiently for the bargaining stage, and she wasn't disappointed.
"Baby, please, whatever I did... whatever I said, I didn't mean it." he whimpered, crawling towards her until the chain yanked tight. "I love you, baby girl, just... just toss me the key. We can work through this!" Ben begged like that for awhile more, offering her money, sex, even to just leave and never darken her doorstep again, until he finally, collapsed, silent, in the corner. His head hung low and tears fell across his nose, elbow propped on his knees which were tucked near his chest.
Dani's tea was cold, but she lost interest in it awhile back now. She waited him out, saying nothing, acknowledging nothing except the knowing smile on her lips.
"Dani, what do you want from this?" he finally asked, his voice defeated and weak from shouting.
"Im glad you asked, dear husband of mine. Are you finally ready to hear about your new station in life? i honestly think that once you learn your place, you will be perfectly content and realize that it is for the better."
"Wh-what..." he looked over at her, dejected.
"I know about Lyra." she leaned her elbows on her knees. "And we all know about Paris."
His head snapped up, and eyes widened. "What do you know about Lyra..." he asked, fear showing in his eyes briefly. But instead of coming clean about the whole truth, he tried to placate it with the most frivolous part. "You.. you locked me in a basement because I cheated?" he asked. "Whose basement is this anyway?"
"Oh, this is my basement. You see, when we all discovered your infidelity, we decided... fuck men. We are going to go start a commune." She grinned like it was the biggest surprise. "I didn't want to give you up, not as long as you were useful, so we sold our properties, including our house, and we all moved here. This is your room now. Depending on how well you behave, you can even earn a bed! Maybe even a TV. But you have some rules to follow."
Ben looked at her like she lost her mind. "Are... are you keeping me prisoner? For fucking Lyra!?" he asked, shocked.
Dani leaned forward, grinning. He was leaving out the best part, but she decided not to call him out on it. "Nonsense. You just need to be restrained until your training is over. An untrained male in our commune? Ridiculous. Once you accept your new role and embrace your training, you will be free to roam within the grounds."
"Like a dog..." he huffed, disbelief dripping from his voice.
"Of course not!" she smiled. "Now, some ground rules." She stood and pointed to the collar and held up a remote. "Its a shock collar. So everytime you behave badly, you'll get a little zappy."
His eyes widened, shaking his head slowly. "You cant just -" he began, but she clicked the button and his entire body went rigid from the shock she delivered to his system. It was just a short burst, and once released he scrambled to his feet. "Don't do that ever again, Danielle!" he shouted, grabbing at the collar around his neck with renewed persistence.
Of course, she pressed the button again, causing him to stumble back against the wall as he shook from the shock.
