Being sick... is awful. Sorry for the long delay.
Roboticrobin20 wrote: ↑3 years ago
This is a wonderful continuation, can't wait to see what happens next!
Happy holidays to you ^^
Thank you!
Caesar73 wrote: ↑3 years ago
I wonder what Marias Endgame is .... the costume she has in mind will - without any doubt - something be humilating Carla further. Carlas inner strength is tested to the maximum. At the moment I really doubt, if Carla gets a Chance ... Great continuation
But I hope still, that justice will be done - and Maria gets what she deserves.
Oh, keep up that hope.
Tieup1 wrote: ↑3 years ago
Another good continuation, the tension, and stress on Carla is getting unbearable.
I wonder if Carla will have more humiliation, and can she take it. ?
Thanks!
Part 19
Actually, the attire chosen wasn’t that bad.
If the party was a Halloween costume party!
It consisted of a black and white striped shirt. Long sleeves and having my belly-button exposed. The numbers 0749 imprinted in the middle of the chest. That’s how she had got the idea of the number. I closed my eyes trying to control myself. She had planned this for God knew how long. Probably since we had broken up. If not before, maybe since the arguments had started. Stupid girl.
The pants were pretty much the same. Black and white striped leggings, with the same 0749 imprinted on the bottom. Yup, I would make like a really sexy prisoner for her at my party. Even my shoes were chosen: a pair of high-heeled black shoes. To top it, a couple of things that looked like black leather wristbands but with a small, a really small chain dangling from them. That together could work like… cuffs?
“I really nailed it, don’t you think, prisoner?” Maria asked me, while carefully watching my expression. I kept my eyes fixed on the clothes laying on my bed. It was going to be really embarrassing to wear them, although there could be a way out. “I asked you a question, 0749.”
I gulped. “What if the party guests ask me about my clothes?” I asked
Maria coughed. “I didn’t listen well. How do you end your sentences, 0749?”
There was the red on my face, once again. “What if they ask about my clothes… madam?”
My captor giggled. “What about it? You tell them the truth: that there are now your clothes.”
I kept looking at the mentioned clothes and tried to avoid eye contact with her. “I mean… madam… they may ask why I am wearing them and why I don’t change into more… normal clothes…”
It seemed that I had made Maria think about it. After all, this was my house and I could easily change into any clothes that I wanted. I leered at her and she was pressing her finger against her chin. “Mmm, you can tell them you send all your other clothes to laundry and you haven’t done it, since you are a careless, lazy girl. Don’t you agree, my cute, careless, lazy, prisoner?”
That… would make the perfect excuse. Not that I could refuse since I was still trapped by her. I felt forced to nod. “Yes… madam.”
“Excellent. Then it’s settled.” She said, picking up the clothes and placing them on a nearby chair. “Now hop on the bed. It’s time for your nap.”
Usually I wouldn’t be tired but that day, I was. Cleaning up, spending several minutes frogtied on my knees had made my legs very sore. Not to mention I could really use the rest to gather more energy and fight her back later. I sat on the bed and rolled on my back, looking at her.
She picked up a tape roll, cut a trip and placed it over my lips. “Now, on your front, prisoner.”
I had to comply again. I felt something tying my ankle shackles to the foot of the bed. Then something was tied tightly around my eyes. Probably a scarf or a tube sock. It didn’t matter as soon I was plunged in darkness.
“See you in a while, 0749. You should be grateful that you are able to sleep on a comfy bed. Most inmates don’t get that privilege.” She said, giving my feet a quick tickle.
“Hmm!” I replied instinctively.
“What was that?” She said. I bit my tongue to avoid replying as I was tickled for a few seconds. But there was no response from me this time. “That’s more likely.”
And then she left. As soon as I heard her leaving the room, I tried to move my hands around. Trying to get them to slip through the tape. But the tape was holding them really secured. Not only that: they were taped together and also taped to my waist. If I had all the time in the world and all my strength, with enough patience, I would have been free by then. But not how I was at that point. My eyes closed under the blindfold as soon as I stopped my futile attempts of getting free. Lucky for me, Maria hadn’t been in the room, or she didn’t show any signs of her presence, or I would be in trouble for any escape attempts. But it wasn’t the case. Soon, I was asleep.
The rest was good and necessary. By the time I woke up, I merely tried to open my eyes before remembering my predicament. Prisoner. Not a problem. The pain in my legs was gone as was my exhaustion. That was great. Also great, as I heard my bedroom door being opened.
“Prisoner!” I heard Maria yell. I turned my head in her direction. “Ow, you are already woken up. Too bad, I had thought of many ways to wake you up. Maybe for tomorrow then.”
She wished. If everything went right for me, it would be me the one trying one of many ways of waking up a captive. I felt the rope or whatever she had tied to my ankles being removed and then she grabbed my body and tried to sit me up. I went with it and soon I was on my feet and forced to walk towards the bathroom.
Ankles shackles, tape around my body and around my hands were removed. The only thing on me were the blindfold and the tape gag. She then pushed me into the bathroom. “20 minutes for showering and changing! No more or you’ll be in serious trouble, 0749.”
The door was slammed. I quickly removed my blindfold. It was a black scarf. Carefully I removed the tape gag and tossed it into the bin. I looked around. My mentioned attire was placed there as well as some underwear and a towel. I was expected to shower and put on my new clothes. I had to go with it. My other option was keeping my ugly and also new orange uniform I had been wearing all day. At least my new clothes could pass as a sexy prisoner costume.
So I took a shower. A good shower considering my previous days.
“Ten minutes!” I heard the call through the bathroom door.
Big fat jerk. I dried myself and looked at the clothes. Embarrassing. Humiliating. But necessary. I put on my underwear, leggings, shirt and even the wristbands. I took a glance at myself in the mirror. Very sexy. If only this whole prisoner situation wasn’t happening…
“Time, 0749!” Maria shouted.
“I am ready!” I replied back. “May I come out?”
“Nope.” She replied. “Open the door and I want to see you on your knees, hands behind your head.”
Her voice sounded further. Jeez, she was back at being cautious. I pondered my options, but too much was at stake. The infamous email to be sent, plus the possibilities that she was at a safe distance, like earlier that day and the day before. Now she could even run away from the house if I chased her. And there was no way I was chasing her dressed like I was.
“Now!” She yelled again.
No more time to think. I opened the door and dropped on my knees. I put my hands behind my head. I looked at her, sitting far away from me. Clever girl, clever girl. At least by now. Her plan had cracks that I was going to exploit. A party had too many variables for her to control. I had to work in my favor, the captive looking for an escape. Not the captor trying to keep the captive under her control.
A small chain was tossed at me. The same chain that had held me in a hogtie two nights before. “You know what to do. Those cute wristbands look better together.” I looked at the small chain dangling from each of them. I did know what to do. I picked up the chain and attached them to my wristbands. It was difficult but I did it. My hands were now restrained in front of me.
“Don’t look at me, 0749.” Maria said. “Pick up your clothes and carry them to laundry.”
I stood up and picked my orange suit. I walked down the stairs, followed by my ex-girlfriend, passing by the living room, through the kitchen, around the garage and into the small laundry room we had. I entered it, walked between the laundry machine and the old cage we had for our old dog, and looked into the laundry basket. Which was full, with my clothes…
“What the hell is this?” I asked, furiously. I didn’t have to count them to know that most of my clothes, if not all of them, had been thrown there.
Maria shrugged, still from a safe distance. “Well, earlier today you asked a fair question. Now I am helping to sustain your excuse. You are wearing your striped prisoner uniform because your clothes are in laundry. Remember?”
Our eyes crossed. She was crossing the line again. Her previous attitude, the one that made her treat me better, was gone. Probably because the party was near. She didn’t need to treat me well if all her friends were around to keep me under control. This had to be my shot.
Apparently, Maria knew it too. She took a step back, now going through the door. The hell no! I dropped my suit on the floor and took a step forward, ready to launch myself at her when she took another step back and slammed the door at me.
“Not a chance!” She shouted as I went for the door and tried to open it. But she had already locked it from the outside.
“Let me out! Now!” I screamed, at the top of my lungs, as I tried unsuccessfully to open the door. I didn’t care at this point, to keep playing my submissive role. I had already shown my cards.
Before she could reply, the doorbell rang.