The Road Less Travelled - 3

As with all summer mornings the day began early for me as the heat and light crept into the bedroom, I was suddenly wide awake. With acute attention to detail I set about completing my usual house hold tasks before the day was to stifling.

When he came for me I was cleaning in the kitchen and awaiting his coffee. With a single motion I was beckoned back to where we had slept.

To my surprise, in front of the bed I had made just a short while ago, there was a tripod set up. Atop it, was a video camera.

He sat me on the end of the bed and then began to speak in a very matter of fact tone. Of course, he had my undivided attention.

"This button starts recording and this one stops recording," he handed me the remote control as he was saying this.

Out of his black denim back pocket he pulls out the one implement that makes me want to vomit, just upon seeing it.

"This button here is how you turn this on. No charge will come out if the button is not deployed. Push it in flesh, then push the button. Do you understand?"

Ferociously angry already, I want to storm out of the room. Instead I utter "yes Sir" through my gritted teeth.

"You Jennifer are going to make a video. A movie that is going to make me hot. You are going to use this cattle prod on yourself repetitively over and over again in such ways that I'll be proud of your efforts for me."

Terrified at the thought at being harmed so badly, by myself, at my own hand, with no one there to lean on, my head swam.

"Jennifer, later we'll watch it together and you can tell me how it went for you. Don't let me down now, I expect you to do something memorable with this opportunity to please me."

"How many times do I have to do?" I choke out. "How many?" "Please Sir, don't make me do this, not without you, please NO."

The words "I can't" are banished from my vocabulary in this relationship and other reasoning falls on someone unwilling to bend.

"You will Jennifer, you will do it. And you'll do it for me and as for how many times, you'll stop zapping yourself, when you are sure, that I would be done with you if I were here.

And with that he walked out of the house. I heard his car head down the drive way.

I'm sobbing as I throw with such force that cattle prod across the room that I am suddenly fearful that I have broken it.

Retrieving the damn black box of doom I hold it in one hand as I shakily turn on the recorder with the other. For what seems like an eternity I negotiate with myself where I am going to use this.

Unable to stand for the life of me, I sit cross legged and naked on the bed. I can feel the argument brewing, its soon to boil over and out of me.

I'm thrashing on the bed. Yelling about the injustice. Demanding to be owned by you, without needing to do the work. "I hate you for making me do this".

It's all I can do to push the prongs from the cattle prod into my thigh where it lights me up and sends me yelping. The electricity is coursing through my body and snot bubbles are blowing out my nose.

Zap! Zzzzz. Zap, Zap, ZAP.

What's over the top? Once you've actually started something it can be hard to tell any longer. When I no longer had any sensibilities left, I shoved the cattle prod between my legs and electrocuted my clitoris. Instinctively I knew he would want to see this, to know I had done to myself what he would have done if he had been present.

So many times I lost count, I just rolled with it. Harming myself for you, doing your will, I want to be yours.

Sheets are wet with sweat and pee. My bladder control lost long ago. Humility has washed over me and I am spent with submission.

I turn off the video camera and tidy the room that has just been ransacked by my antics.

My knees are unstable and I feel lite headed, I can hardly believe what I have done to myself for this man.

Hours later he arrives back home and kisses my forehead, his touch I have been starved for. I had suffered alone, I hungrily soak up the reward. Called upon to fetch him a drink I scamper off and do as told.

I find him in the bedroom, in his chair, awaiting me to remove his shoes and kiss his feet. I kneel before him as he hits Play.

The opening scene is me screaming holding the cattle prod and telling him that I hate him for making me do this. I am so scared that he will be upset about my outburst.

He strokes my cheek and tells me he's proud of me for enduring all I did for him and then I notice his erection.