When the timer finally went off and Michael released me I crumpled into a ball, crying pitifully. This wasn’t an act, and I wasn’t trying to gain his pity. I was heaving, blowing snot out of my nose, full on crying. It was such a release. I felt exhausted, abused and incredibly proud. Michael came to me and put a hand on my shoulder. It was the first time he broke character.
“You OK?”
I looked up at him and made a quick decision — it was still on.
“Only if you’re pleased with me,” I said theatrically. He sensed immediately the game could continue. “I’ve been good — please tell me you love me!” Hamming it up was my way of showing him I was all right. I slowly went for a kiss, puckering my lips and closing my eyes. Michael read the invitation correctly and slapped me a hard one across the face. I fell, then turned to look at him. My hair was wild and I couldn’t suppress a wry smile. Michael smirked back briefly, then sent me to continue my chores.
Some time later he came into the kitchen, dragged me into the living room and made me stand in the middle. The windows were open and the room was bright with sunlight. “Hands on your head,” Michael ordered gruffly. I obeyed instantly, and didn’t dare move while he briefly left the room. He returned with his phone and took several photos of me. “Step your feet further apart. Look into the camera.” I did as I was told. Being put through my paces while naked actually felt familiar and comforting in a way.
After several poses Michael began taking video as he made me exercise. Jumping jacks, jogging in place, crunches, stretches. Subs need their exercise, after all. Soon I was sweaty and aroused from being naked and recorded. I’m one of those girls who gets turned on when a camera is pointed at me.
Turning the phone around, Michael showed me the photos and videos and tapped ‘share’. He was going to send them to some friends. I kind of expected that. After the pain I had just endured, mere public humiliation seemed like small potatoes. Geoff and Troy would see them, certainly. Jack… a few others.
“Let’s see,” Michael mused, tapping and swiping at the screen. “Jack, Geoff, Troy, Leon, Tim and… Sharon.”
Wait, what?
He showed me the phone again. That last name was a punch in the gut. Sharon and I had some history. She had come to one of our earlier parties with her boyfriend and was very cruel with me. I still didn’t know how I felt about it. God only knew what would happen when she got those photos. She could send them to anyone.
Michael held out the phone to me again. “Press send.”
“Not Sharon!”
“They have to go to her. She needs them.”
Feeling sick, I dreaded the answer to this question. “Because…?”
Michael smirked. “Advertising. Press send.”
I hesitated and the darkness came back to his face. “You know, my arm is pretty well rested up…”
I tapped the phone and sat down. My knees felt wobbly.
Putting the phone aside, Michael stood in front of me. “Now — go get my belt.”
“What?! But I did what you…”
“You think I need a reason to beat you?” he roared.
His words shocked me back to the present. It was right out of what I had written down when I envisioned my Dark Day — ‘Be unfair. Punish me just because you can.’
I hurried to retrieve the heavy black belt that I both loved and feared. Taking my hair again, Michael led me to the footrest by our couch and threw me over it. Standing over me he swished the belt a few times. “I hope you’re enjoying your Dark Day,” he said sarcastically. “I’m going to explain the grand finale while I get some more exercise.”
The belt. Again.
While it’s not the sort of thing you ever really get used to, it’s interesting how pain can be managed. Like say, by finding out you’re going to star in a gangbang that evening. Yes, it was on my written list. And yes, I wanted Michael to orchestrate it so I could pretend to myself that it wasn’t my own doing. But I didn’t think it would be hosted by that bitch Sharon. Seemed like the belt hardly touched me when I focused on that little nugget of information. Michael had outsourced the planning to her. The girl who had made me jump for my clothes in front of a roomful of party guests was now in charge of throwing me a gang bang. She had photos and videos of me to entice participants, and was no doubt putting great effort into making this as humiliating as possible.
Michael paused his “exercise” and asked, “So? Ready for that?”
It’s possible my reaction surprised him. I looked up with resolve and said, “Do it!”
***
An hour later I stepped out of the shower and found a modest outfit laid out for me. It was a simple skirt and crop top, which could almost have been wholesome except for the frilly ankle socks. Michael does enjoy savaging me when I look cute and innocent. With that in mind, I put my hair in braids.
I gulped when I saw a mattress had been placed on the living room floor, then got to work straightening up and putting out snacks. As I was filling a bowl with chips Michael came up behind me rather suddenly. He used a braid to pull my head back until my ear was at his mouth. “When that doorbell rings, it starts. It’s on. And you will never be the same afterward. Ready?”
I gulped. “I think so.”
“Are you going to make me proud?”
That man — he knows how to push my buttons! By saying it that way he put a whole different spin on it in my mind. In an instant I went from dread to determination. I turned and looked Michael in the eye. “I’m going to be the best, most obedient little fucktoy in the world. Do your worst.”
This was the last time during my Dark Day that there was any acknowledgement of the role play that was actually happening. Michael gave me a small, but genuine smile, followed by a big kiss. “You know I will.”
I continued tidying, getting more worked up in my mind by the second. People were coming, and they would do terrible things to me. I started to become incredulous. What did I do to deserve this, anyway? Oh, right… I had literally asked for it.
The doorbell rang, and my courage evaporated. Near panic, I tried to control my breathing as I opened the door. It was Jack, Geoff, Derek and Troy and some others, along with their girls. I was a little surprised because although I knew Troy had recently found a girlfriend, I didn’t think he would expose her to… this.
I was closing the door behind the group when I felt a push and realized there were more people. I stepped back and Sharon breezed into the room along with her boyfriend Eric and a really cute, petite redhead I had never seen before. “You didn’t start without me, did you?” Sharon asked loudly. Seeing me still dressed, she smiled and turned to Eric as they took off their jackets. “Nope, she still looks undamaged. For now.”
Oh boy. This was going to be a long night.
It took a few minutes for everyone to greet each other and find seats, which left me feeling awkward. I mean, what is the etiquette when you’re waiting for your “forced” gangbang to begin? Eventually Sharon cleared her throat. “I’m sure you’re all wondering why I called this meeting,” she began. Then she eyed me. “Just kidding — you all know why.”