Chapter 12: The Punishment

The morning after she collared me, Amelia began to remake our world. I woke on the floor at the foot of the bed, my neck aching from the metal, my body marked by her use the night before. She stood over me, looking down, her expression unreadable, her power absolute.

“From today forward,” she said, her voice calm and final, “you don’t leave this penthouse. You don’t wear clothes. You don’t make decisions. You don’t use furniture. You don’t use your hands to feed yourself. You exist to serve me, to please me, to prove you’re sorry for what you did. Do you accept this?”

I looked up at her, my daughter, my owner, my everything, and I nodded without hesitation. “I accept. I want this. I need to make things right between us, however you need me to.”

She nodded once, satisfied, and began to browse the Internet on my laptop while I curled up under the desk at her feet, naked except for my collar. She had all the security codes for my credit cards, and I knew she was ordering things she didn’t want to tell me about, yet. I stayed down there without saying a word, only moving every few hours when she would pat her inner thigh, inviting me up to start licking her pussy again.

The equipment arrived in discreet brown boxes over the next three days. Amelia unpacked each item in front of me, displaying it, explaining its purpose, watching my face for reaction. There were leather cuffs, metal chains, a spreader bar, various plugs and toys, gags and blindfolds, and the centerpiece: a leather belt with heavy metal rings and adjustable straps that would keep my wrists bound to either side of my waist.

She fitted the belt on me that first evening it arrived. It was made of thick leather, worn soft, and the metal rings were cold against my wrists. She tightened it until it sat snug, then attached my wrists to the side rings with leather straps pulled taut. I could move my hands slightly, enough to balance, to barely crawl, but I could not touch my own body, could not pleasure myself, could not shield myself or hide. I was exposed, available, perpetually helpless, and thus perpetually owned.

The cage came on the fourth day. A large dog crate, black metal, four feet by three feet, with a thin padded mat inside. The delivery men brought it up in the service elevator, and Amelia directed them to place it at the foot of the bed, positioned so she could see me from where she slept, so I would be the last thing she saw at night and the first thing she saw in the morning.

She thanked them, tipped them with several hundred-dollar bills, then locked the door behind them as she turned to me. “Your new bed,” she said simply. “Unless I invite you into mine. We’ll see.”

That first night, she ordered me inside. I crawled in on my hands and knees, the belt making it awkward, my wrists bound to my sides. The cage was not quite long enough for me to stretch out, and just wide enough that I could turn onto my side with difficulty. The bars pressed against my shoulders, my hips. The collar prevented me from resting my head comfortably. I could hear her above me, shifting in the bed, and I could not reach her, could not serve her. I could only exist in my prison and wait.

The rules became clear quickly. I was not allowed clothing of any type. I moved through the penthouse naked, the collar and belt my only adornments, my wrists perpetually bound, unable to cover myself, unable to hide. I was not allowed to use my hands to eat. Amelia would place food directly on the floor: scrambled eggs in the morning, cut fruit, pieces of bread, cold chicken, and I would kneel over it, my face lowered, taking it from the tile like an animal, proving my submission with every bite, every humiliation.

Oh, and I serviced her. Constantly. Whenever she demanded, however she demanded. She would be reading on the couch, and she would snap her fingers, point to the floor between her legs, and I would crawl to her, bury my face in her cunt, lick and suck and worship until she came against my mouth, her hand in my hair, her moans my only approval, my only nourishment.