Locked in (Slavery, Futa/Futa)

Story by lori09

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This picks up the morning after Tickled Pink.

I wake and something just feels... wrong somehow. I look at the clock, 08:00! "Shit! I overslept!" I throw myself out of bed and at the door, hitting it. "Damn. She locked me in." I kick the door. It refuses to open and stares at me cold and unfeeling. I kick it again in rage before storming back to my bed. I sit there stewing for a few minutes. When I think of something. "If I telepathically scream in panic, Mistress will come running. The beating is worth the answers." I remember the panic from when I overslept and create a decent illusion of it. 'Mama!' I scream, faking panic.

Not two seconds later, the door slams into the wall. Mistress's panic quickly changes to anger. "How many damn times do I have to tell you *not* to call me that unless it is an emergency!?"

"I thought the beating worth the answers." I reply, walking over to the far wall.

"Stand flat against it with your arms above your head and your head turned to either side." Mistress orders.

"Yes, Mistress." I obey.

"You want answers, so I will give them. Technically, I am shunning you for almost throwing my phone out the window last night, but this is the first time I had to shun you. Therefore, I will check in on you occasionally." Mistress says as she beats me with a steel rod. When I do not scream, Mistress hits me harder.

"Ack! Oomph! Ow! SHIT! FUCK!!!" I scream as Mistress hits me increasingly harder each time.

"Good little cumslut." Mistress says, finally laying off. "I will be back to check on you in four and a half hours."

"Yes, Mistress." I reply. Mistress walks out, locking the door behind her. I limp over to my computer, only to find it locked down from the outside. In my anger, I forget the pain I am in. Screaming curse words, I throw myself at the wall, collapsing in a crumpled, anguished heap. I pick myself up and limp to the washroom to soak in Epsom water, only to be held back just after passing the toilet. "I knew something felt wrong." I look at the bed to see my leash tied to the *wrong* bedpost. I do not have enough leash to bathe! I storm out of the washroom and rage at the wall. Utterly spent, I collapse to the floor and have to crawl to my bed and force myself up. I snuggle under the covers, as comfortable as I can get, and doze off. Mistress wakes me a few minutes later. I check the clock, and it is 13:00. I slept for four hours.

"I brought you some lunch." Mistress says handing me a fucking protein bar and damn glass of water.

I look over at the desk to see Mistress eating a leftover grilled chicken breast from two nights ago. I open my protein bar and take a bite. I can tell just by the taste it is completely soy protein, no animal protein in the bar.

Mistress giggles at my expression but stops suddenly when she sees the dent in the wall by the washroom door. "What happened there?" Mistress's voice is naked, cold steel.

"Fuck me." I reply.

Mistress sets her plate down on the desk and stalks towards me. "I want the truth." Mistress returns, the steel super cooled and strong and edge sharp enough to cut steel.

"I threw myself at it and beat on it in rage, Mistress." I answer, unable to look her in the eye.

Mistress stops at the bed, stretches to her full height, lifts me by my dog collar, and backhands me.

"Did you forget the steel rod from this morning?" I spit at her.

Mistress's eyes flash coldly, dangerously. She pulls back the hand that slapped me and punches me dead in my stomach. I said pain even becomes pleasure, but that hit my stomach dead on. Mistress drops me and shrinks to her usual height before sitting back down at the desk. I collapse to the floor coughing. "For lying to me about the wall, you are grounded for a week. If you had told me the truth the first time, you would have been grounded for just today and tomorrow."

"Yes, Mistress." I reply, climbing back into bed.

"You said last night that you had already spent most of this month's allowance. What is your password?" Mistress says.

"If you feel like combing through my email, be my guest." I return around a chunk of freeze-dried Tofu.

Mistress glares at me as she takes her smart phone off the belt holding her skirt in place and unlocks my laptop. Mistress then uses her smart phone to jack open my laptop from the outside then pulls up the government run website for slaves and their owners. Mistress goes to click the login button but finds I am already logged in. "Damn you, you stupid little cum slut! Someone could hack your computer and take all your money!"

"Mistress, I put government level security on that thing, which is why it runs so damn slowly. Besides, the only person I am even the least bit concerned about hacking my computer is my owner, who is currently you." I reply, taking a sip of water. I kill my water and take the last half of Tofu bar and pull myself to the desk.

Mistress scrolls through my finances for the past two months. "You have a cell

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