Chapter 14: An Uncomfortable Night

I get up early the following morning, anxious to check on how Sarah and Adam have endured their night chained in the playroom. I enter the room quietly in case, against all likelihood, the two of them are asleep. I find that Adam is awake, but Sarah is sound asleep.

“Please release me, Domina,” pleads Adam when he sees me.

He looks as though he hasn’t slept at all during the night. Not that I can blame him. I doubt I could sleep on such a thin mattress with my wrists and ankles shackled to the frame. I go over to the time-locked box holding the key to his shackles.

“There’s another fifteen minutes before the box unlocks,” I inform Adam.

Adam is very unhappy at being made to wait, but I see no reason to fetch the emergency keys to unlock him. I’m not even certain if he knows that Sarah gave me control of a spare set of keys to everything just in case there’s an emergency. And Adam’s discomfort doesn’t rank as an emergency.

I go to take a shower and get dressed. When I return to retrieve the key from the now unlocked box I notice that they are both awake and talking to each other. Sarah sounds content with her night’s experience inside the cage, but Adam is whining about the discomfort and lack of sleep. I suspect Adam’s steady stream of complaints might be getting on Sarah’s nerves. I know his constant whining is starting to annoy me. I take the key and unlock Adam’s shackles. Adam doesn’t offer Sarah first use of the bathroom and he disappears in there as quickly as he can move. Sarah seems happy to remain in the cage for the moment.

“Did you manage to get enough sleep?” I ask.

“It took me a while to fall asleep but I’m used to sleeping in bondage, so it wasn’t a problem for me. Adam on the other hand expects a big favour from me for enduring last night’s discomforts.”

“What sort of favour?” I ask.

“Sex,” replies Sarah. “And not just a hand job.”

“Despite the ‘no sex’ rule you both agreed to honour?”

“Yes, Domina. I reminded him of your rule, of course. It’s probably one of the reasons that he’s in a bad mood this morning. That and his aching limbs.”

“He knew the conditions he would have to endure when he agreed to stay last night,” I say. “He’s not going to get any sympathy from me.”

“Please allow me to deal with Adam, Domina,” asks Sarah.

“If you wish, Sarah. But remember the consequences of breaking our rules.”

“Thank you, Domina. I’m aware of the rules.”

I leave Adam and Sarah alone after breakfast and return to my parents house for our usual Sunday family get together. It’s not until the following Wednesday evening that I learn of what happened between Adam and Sarah on Sunday. On reflection, I should have guessed that something was wrong. Sarah and I keep up our game where Sarah must bring herself to the point of an orgasm at least three times a day, and then send a text to me to ask for permission to satisfy her urges. Normally I can expect five or six texts a day, but since Sunday there have only been the minimum of three a day.

During our weekly confession session, Sarah admits that she’s broken the ‘no sex’ rule. It leaves me in a difficult situation. I don’t actually mind that Adam and Sarah have sex, but I can’t believe that Adam could have been so insensitive as to pay Sarah money for sex last Sunday morning. I’m even more alarmed that Sarah accepted his offer and let him satisfy his pent up desires. However, once the deed was done, she told Adam she didn’t want to see him again. I’m torn between being angry with Sarah for prostituting herself, and offering her my sympathy for having to endure such a selfish and thoughtless act by Adam. I regret leaving them alone on Sunday morning, although it was what Sarah wanted and I can’t keep watch over her actions all of the time.

“Did you know Adam was intending to pay for sex with you if you didn’t agree to his demands voluntarily?” I ask.

“Given his mood on Sunday morning I knew anything was possible, Domina. But I did tell you that he subconsciously still thought of me as a prostitute.”

“And he actually paid cash?” I query, recalling that Adam usually pleaded poverty.

“Yes, Domina,” replies Sarah. “The money is on the shelf over there. Please take it as I don’t want to touch it.”

I go over to the shelf and pick up the money. I’ve no idea what the going rate for sex with a prostitute is, but this wad of money seems a lot.

“Did he hurt you or abuse you in any other way?” I ask.

“Apart from the size of his monster, no, Domina. We both got angry with each other and the whole thing happened without either of us thinking properly. I’m not a stranger to lustful males using my body as a plaything. I’m physically fine, but I’m upset with Adam for doing what he did.”

Again I’m torn between anger and sympathy. I steel my nerves and take the only course my position as Sarah’s dominatrix will allow.

“I must punish you severely for what you have done,” I say. “You have deliberately broken one of our rules, and in a manner which I strongly disapprove. You are no longer a prostitute. If you ever accept money for sex again then I will immediately cancel our contract. Is that understood?”

“I understand, Domina. I am truly sorry. I am ready for whatever punishment you decide.”

I need to come up with a punishment that emphasises how deeply hurt I am about Sarah prostituting herself with Adam. A whipping or locking her in the cage wouldn’t carry that message. I decide to take a different approach.

“We shall go out for a meal tonight to spend your ill-gotten earnings. You are to go and change into a blouse and skirt. Remove your rings and put on a regular bra and panties. I’ll hold onto your collar until such time that I think you are worthy to wear it again.”

“Domina?!” pleads Sarah sounding like a wounded puppy.

“You and I are going out without any of your submissive symbols. And while we are out tonight you will refer to me as Jennifer. You are forbidden to call me Domina until such time that I forgive you for last Sunday’s wilful act of disobedience.”

Sarah looks as though I’ve kicked her in the guts. I can tell that she’s torn between pleading for an alternative punishment or accepting my seemingly mild punishment. In reality withholding her collar is far harder on her than any punishment I’ve delivered so far. By refusing Sarah any symbols of her submission to me, I’ve symbolically disowned her and she’s desperate to win back my control over her. Fortunately she does as I have commanded, although I can see that she’s very uncomfortable wearing a bra and panties once again. Her hand frequently drifts upwards as though she’s trying to feel the steel collar that no longer adorns her neck.

We don’t need to walk far from her house before we come to a street with several restaurants competing for business. Adam’s money will buy us both a good quality meal, so we ignore the cheaper fast-food outlets and stop outside a restaurant specialising in Middle Eastern cuisine. It seems a nice enough restaurant and Sarah agrees that we should try it.

The restaurant has several other patrons, but there are plenty of free tables. A waiter shows Sarah and I to a table near the window and leaves each of us with a menu. I quickly remind Sarah that she is to choose and order her own meal, and not to expect me to do so on her behalf. She nods in acknowledgement, not trusting herself to speak without adding the word Domina to her sentence.

“Did you mean it when you said that you no longer wanted to see Adam again?” I ask while we wait for our food.

“Not really, but every male I’ve known has just wanted to use me and then walk out on me,” replies Sarah.

“I thought you said it was you who told Adam not to call you again?” I query.

“Hmm ... yes. But he was walking out on me anyway. He paid for one fuck and that’s all I allowed him. It wasn’t my fault that he couldn’t last more than 15 seconds without spilling his seed. I offered to refund some of his money but he refused. He got angry again and he called me names I don’t want to repeat.”

“Well I’m sure there’s somebody out there who won’t walk out on you.”

“I hope so, Domi ... er, sorry ... Jennifer,” stammers Sarah. “Are you going to walk out on me too?”