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Chapter 4.
🕑 Added 2023-10-26 17:02:31 +0000 UTCCindy crawled into the back of Eleanor’s SUV. She lay face down on the padded floor mats and inhaled the scent of deluxe leather. Alison entered behind and stomped on her buttocks - still sensitive after Eleanor’s earlier paddling.
“Not like that, loser,” said Alison. “Other way.”
Cindy obeyed and flipped herself face up.
Alison smiled, adorably dimpling her cheeks, and walked over Cindy’s legs and stomach, pressing down with her whole weight down. Cindy groaned. Alison giggled and flexed her leg to force her foot deeper into Cindy’s soft stomach.
Cindy struggled to breathe, scurrying her feet and pawing at the mat. “P-please,” she croaked.
Alison’s smile widened. There was no hiding what a thrill it was for her to crush Cindy beneath her Nike Lunar Force Air sneakers.
Jessica sighed impatiently. “Alison, get in already, will you?”
Cindy was grateful to recover her breath as Alison stepped off her stomach and slid her butt comfortably onto the plush seat.
Jessica used Cindy’s chastity as a springboard to make it to her own seat. She then crossed her feet directly over Cindy’s locked pussy and tapped her foot against the metal.
Cindy squirmed, unable to control her escalating arousal. The thought of how trapped she was made her wet. She wondered how it could be possible to last the whole weekend without touching herself.
Alison teasingly hovered the soles of her Nikes over Cindy’s face. Cindy stared at the soles in awe. They were so expensive; so pure. There was the slightest hint of dirt between the grooves and it felt wrong to leave them unattended.
“M-Miss, Alison?” she said as humbly as she could. “May I please clean the bottom of your Nikes?”
Jessica kicked the heel of her sneaker hard against Cindy’s chastity. Cindy yelped as the impact pushed against her pussy lips.
“Freak,” said Jessica, grinding her heel, “are you fucking serious right now?”
Alison giggled. “She can do yours after mine, sis.”
“That’s disgusting,” said Jessica, using her phone to turn on the plasma screen at the back of the front passenger seat and search through the channels.
“Don’t listen to her, loser,” said Alison. “Of course, you may clean my Nikes. Be sure to get your tongue between the cracks.”
“Thank you, Miss,” said Cindy, aware of how pathetic she sounded but unable to control her desire for further debasement. She extended her tongue as far as she could and scraped its tip around the ridges of the sneaker, gathering up grit and dirt.
Alison giggled and rested her second foot against Cindy’s collar. Cindy felt her throat constrict. She gagged as a reflex.
“Hey!” said Alison, “don’t you dare get any of your gross spit on me.”
“N-no, Miss, s-sorry.”
Cindy worked hard to ensure she didn’t miss a single piece of dirt. Her pussy twitched inside its prison and she soon found herself humping her crotch against Jessica’s sneakers.
Jessica stomped a foot as hard as she could against Cindy’s inner thigh. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Cindy momentarily stopped licking in order to wince at the blunt pain in her bone.
Alison kicked her heel down on Cindy’s nose. “Hey, I never said stop.”
Cindy blinked tears as she continued circling her tongue across Alison’s sole.
Eleanor slotted her buttocks snugly onto the driver’s seat. She turned back and smiled at her daughters. “Having fun, girls?”
Alison giggled and leaned down, treating Cindy to a sight of her cleavage stuffed inside her tight pink tank top. She snapped some pictures of Cindy's position with her phone. “Lucy’s gonna die when she sees this.”
Eleanor chuckled. “Honestly, Cindy, look at yourself. You’re actually licking the bottom of my daughter's sneakers. How does that make you feel?”
Humiliated, exhilarated, desperate to cum. “W-wonderful, Goddess.”
They all laughed.
“Hey, Mom,” said Jessica, taking some headphones from a hook by her side. “I’ve been thinking. We don’t actually need to drive her home, do we?”
Eleanor pressed a button to start the powerful V-8 turbo engine. She gripped the steering wheel and the elegant muscles in her forearm flexed inside her long tight-fitting black sleeves. She pressed her suede Jimmy Choo boot on the pedal and they began to slowly move down the driveway. “What do you mean, sweetie? You want her to come with us to the spa?”
“Ew. No. Of course not. That would be super embarrassing. But we could just dump her somewhere on the highway? Think how funny it will be when she has to run home half-naked showing off her chastity and collar to the world?”
Cindy whimpered at the thought into Alison’s sneaker.
Alison bounced in her seat and clapped, tapping her foot against Cindy's face while Cindy continued to try and lick. “Oh my god,” she said, “that would be amazing. Can we, Mom? Please?”
Eleanor chuckled. “She’d be arrested for indecency.”
“Even better,” said Jessica, sneering down at her human footrest.
“Oh, baby,” said Eleanor lovingly, “what did I tell you earlier? You have to learn to take your time with them. It will be hard to have fun with her if she’s in a jail cell.”
Jessica scoffed. “They’d probably just fine her or something.”
“And how would she pay for it? We’ve taken all her money.”
They all had a good laugh at Cindy’s expense as Eleanor exited the gates of her mansion and picked up speed, zooming down the road.
*
Cindy panicked as soon as Eleanor parked. She thought for a moment Eleanor had changed her mind about Jessica’s idea. Cindy saw herself, naked from the waist down aside from her stainless-steel chastity, under assault from honks, horns, and hollers. She would desperately try to cover herself, crying uncontrollably. A car would swerve and force her down an embankment. She would land heavily in a muddy pool. She would struggle to clamber back up only to find herself caught by the flashing blue lights of the highway patrol.
Alison peered through her black-tinted window. “Oh my god,” she said, “what kind of a loser lives in a dump like this? Oh right,” she grinned down at Cindy beneath her feet, “you do.”
Jessica wrapped her headphones around her neck and leaned across her sister to take a look. “Ha! Look at her car. Someone trashed it. That’s hilarious.”
Cindy kissed the bottom of Alison’s sneaker. She wasn’t sure why.
Jessica continued, squinting. “What does it say? Cunt, whore, slut…what’s that one?”
“Bitch,” said Alison.
Jessica laughed and stomped her heel hard into Cindy’s stomach. “Looks like whoever did this knows you pretty well, freak.”
Alison innocently bit her fingernail and giggled.
Eleanor half chuckled and half sighed. “Really, Cindy? Why did you just leave it there for everyone to see?”
“I’m sorry, Goddess,” she said. There was nothing else to say. She shivered with dread at the idea of letting slip Alison’s involvement. She could only imagine how terrible that would go for her.
Jessica scoffed. “She’s probably too poor to have it towed.”
“Ew,” said Alison, “why are you so poor, loser?”
Because she left high school with little to show for herself but memories of Eleanor. Because the only job she could get was at Krogers. Because she lacked the confidence to seek promotions. Because she enjoyed recommending the prettier, lazier girls be advanced in her stead. Because what little money she had saved over the years had willingly been laid before Eleanor’s $1500 boots.
“I, um, don’t know, Miss,” she answered.
“I bet there're cockroaches,” said Jessica.
Alison slammed her foot down hard against Cindy’s forehead. Cindy felt blood dislodge inside her head. “Gross! You deserve to be poor if this is where you live. I couldn’t even imagine living in a place like this. Not ever.”
“Girls,” warned Eleanor with a chuckle. “You’re exaggerating. I’ve seen much worse than this you know.”
Cindy was overcome with gratitude for Eleanor’s defense.
Eleanor continued. “You know the house I grew up in wasn’t a palace, right?”
Cindy remembered Eleanor’s house. A nice suburban house with a picket fence. She had dreamed of being invited inside. She had fantasized about her parties. They were the most popular parties in school. People sucked up to Eleanor for weeks just to be considered for an invite. Cindy had thought of offering herself as a server just for the chance to be part of them. But she had never been brave enough. Despite her bruises, aches, and chastity, she had to remember how lucky she was. She was riding in Eleanor’s actual car! That was something to brag to her teenage self about for sure.
Jessica scrunched her nose. “Please tell me your house was nicer than this, Mom?”
Eleanor laughed. “Of course it was. I’m just saying. You’d be surprised to learn just how many of the sisters actually come from somewhat humble beginnings.”
“Mom,” whined Alison, “this is creepy. I don’t want to ever think of you as being, like, poor. Can we go now?”
“Oh, sweetie, I was never poor. I owned my High school. I had more simps begging to give me their money than I knew what to do with. But alright, let’s go. You can let her out now.”
Alison opened her door. Cindy tilted her head and saw her house upside down in her vision. They were right about everything. It was small and dirty. She was so ashamed for them to see it. Their eyes deserved better.
Jessica kicked her hard in her chastity and Cindy gasped at the sharp pain. “Go on then, freak. Get out.”
Cindy wormed away from Alison’s sneakers and crumpled onto the ground outside the SUV.
Alison giggled. “You should crawl to your front door too, loser.”
Cindy gulped and glanced around. None of her neighbors seemed to be in their front yards but she suspected an expensive Mercedes SUV parked outside would gain the attention of someone. She really hoped her family wasn’t home. She scurried on all fours to her front door as quickly as possible.
“Hey!” said Jessica, throwing Cindy’s pants, and panties from the car. “Don’t forget these!”
Cindy whimpered and scampered back like Gollum to gather them from the ground, much to the amusement of Jessica and Alison.
Eleanor’s window opened. She rested her elbow on the ledge and dangled a key on a golden chain over her door. Cindy gasped and crawled to it as if magnetized. She watched its subtle sway in the breeze like a cat.
Eleanor chuckled at her. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
Cindy nodded, hypnotized. Eleanor was now her key holder, and so held more power over her than ever. Cindy wouldn’t have had it any other way. Eleanor yanked it away and Cindy was left staring doe-eyed.
“Hurry inside, Cindy,” said Eleanor, “you wouldn’t want your neighbors to know what a little pervert you are, would you?”
“No, Goddess. Thank you.”
Alison and Jessica laughed as they closed their door. Eleanor smiled as she drove away, speeding her V8-turbo engine down the road.
Cindy crawled back to her door despite Eleanor and the girls no longer watching her. She whimpered as she tried to find the keys in her pants. She had a horrible sinking feeling that they were lost until she found them.
She fiddled the key into the door and threw herself inside, quickly shutting it behind her. She collapsed onto the floor and rubbed her chastity, desperate to find a way inside the metal mesh. It was useless. She sobbed in frustration as her clit throbbed inside its prison.
She stayed like that for a few minutes before the reality of her dire situation set in. Pete or Sarah could walk in at any moment. The last thing she needed was to try and explain why she was trying to masturbate on the floor while locked in chastity. She scurried up the stairs on all fours to the bathroom as if she had forgotten how to stand upright.
*
She cleaned herself using the showerhead over the bathtub. She had no giant walk-in shower with different spray and fragrance settings like Eleanor, and there was limited hot water. It was for the best. She wanted to be clean, not indulgent.
She carefully applied vitamin-K cream to her bruises, paying special attention to her ass cheeks. She winced at the sharpness as she rubbed it over her skin. Her hand wandered back to her chastity and she bit her lip. She would stay this way until Eleanor decided to release her. It made sense for Eleanor to control her orgasms. If left alone, Cindy would do nothing but play with herself.
She dried herself with damp towels and went to her bedroom to change her clothes. Her phone buzzed and she leaped for it like a kitten chasing a ball. She gasped as she saw Eleanor had sent pictures of her grand suite at the spa.
The decor was elegant and sophisticated with hardwoods and neutral colors. There was a wrap-around balcony, a full dining room with china, glassware, and an ice bucket of champagne. There was a 55” LED fireplace beneath a giant plasma screen. There were luxurious rugs, a full lounge, and a four-poster, Alaskan king bed.
Cindy typed back eagerly. -It looks amazing, Goddess!
Her heart quickened as another picture came in. It was of Eleanor herself, posing on her balcony, pouting into the camera with her elbows resting on the rail behind her. Her Rolex was displayed and her breasts were thrust forward powerfully. The peaceful mountains and serene lake offered the perfect backdrop to her portrait. Cindy felt giddy. Such a beautiful picture and it was all for her.
She typed again. -Incredible, Goddess! Thank you!
Eleanor sent her a lipstick kiss emoji and Cindy blushed, smiling at her screen. It had been worth every dollar.
Eleanor typed. -Since you have some free time, go kneel in the corner of your room. Hands on your head.
Cindy gulped and her pussy twitched at the order.
-And stream yourself on Facebook Live. I want to see you.
-Yes, Goddess.
-Good girl. Stay there until I call you. I’m going for a massage.
It was all the motivation Cindy needed. She locked her door and rested her phone against her dresser. She started the stream and sent the link to Eleanor. She dived into her corner and leaned her nose against the crack between the two walls. She inhaled the musty white paintwork and clasped her hands on her head. Her pathetic posture was unused to being worked like this and she already felt an ache in her spine. She hoped she could manage it without collapsing. All she wanted was to be Eleanor’s good girl.
*
Cindy’s knees ached. The threadbare carpet offered little comfort for her bones. She circled her hips, trying to get some kind of relief from her constant arousal. Each time the monotony of staring into the white wall set in, and her posture slouched, her pussy tingled, warning her back into position.
She glanced across at her phone on the dresser and wondered if Eleanor was watching her. It filled her with pride to know her goddess was relaxing in an exclusive resort, being pampered beyond Cindy’s wildest dreams, and yet still thought enough of Cindy to keep an eye on her.
She imagined Eleanor on a cushioned massage table with her lower half covered by a white towel as an expert kneaded oil into her sunkissed skin.
Cindy was the chosen one. Out of all the sycophants, nerds, and losers Eleanor could have taken, it was Cindy - little, insignificant Cindy - who had won her attention.
A sudden thud against the door disturbed her reverie. She instinctively looked behind her shoulder but remembered Eleanor’s order not to move and quickly returned her nose to the wall.
The handle rattled but the lock held firm. Pete yelled through the wood. “Cindy! What you doing in there? Open up.”
“I’m busy Pete,” she shouted back, feeling the vibration of her voice against the corner.
“Let me in woman. I want to talk to you.”
She rolled her eyes and sighed. She had no time to deal with him. She had important wall staring to complete. “Later. I’m busy.”
He thumped the door. “Where’ve you been all day?”
“What are you talking about? I work.”
“Really? Cus I stopped by at Krogers earlier and you weren’t anywhere to be seen. In fact, your manager said he hasn’t seen you for three days.”
Her skin prickled. She ought to have expected this. “You’ve been spying on me?”
“We’re the victims of a crime, woman. And for some reason, you don't seem to give a shit.”
“I was working actually, Pete. Just not at Krogers. I’ve got a new job, a better job. A job I actually care about.”
“What job?”
“I’m a housekeeper. I’m working at one of those big houses over in Paradise Hills.”
“What? You didn’t think to tell me about this?”
“I’m on probation, Pete. If I do a good job there’s a chance I’ll get the job…permanently.” She bit her lip and moaned a little. God, she hoped so.
“So, you're done at Krogers?”
She sighed. She wished she could tell them all to go fuck themselves, but unfortunately, she needed the money now more than ever. Perhaps Eleanor would start paying her once Cindy had done a good enough job to keep around full-time? But she couldn’t survive without a job until then. Not while Pete didn't work. The lazy slob hadn’t bothered to find a job ever since the plant closed. He said it was useless with all the jobs going to foreigners. It was nothing but an excuse to eat chips and watch TV all day. Ignorant fuck.
“No. I’m only on probation. I’ll go into Krogers tomorrow.”
“You’d better.”
She laughed into the wall. Who did he think he was? Jessica? “Fuck you, Pete. Why don’t you get your lazy, fat, ass off the couch and go find something yourself? I’m finally working a job that makes me happy for once in my fucking life. Get fucked!”
Her outburst was cathartic.
Pete’s response was stuttered. “I mean…that’s not…what I meant. Krogers will fire you if you don’t-”
“GET FUCKED!”
There was silence. Cindy waited for his departing footsteps and grinned. That had shut him up. She should have said that to him years ago.
A video call came through on her WhatsApp and she dived for it. She swiped hungrily to see Eleanor in a white, fluffy robe with her cleavage showing through the V-neck cut. Her tan glistened. She circled red wine in a large glass and pouted.
“G-Goddess,” said Cindy, breathlessly.
“My my,” said Eleanor, “that was quite something, Cindy. I’m proud of you.”
“Really?” she flushed, so happy she could have cried.
“You know, your husband doesn't deserve you, Cindy.”
Cindy sniffed and rubbed across her nose. “Thank you, Goddess. You do, though, Goddess.”
Eleanor chuckled. “My whole family does actually.”
“Yes, of course,” Cindy bowed at the screen. “You’re all so wonderful.”
Eleanor sipped her wine. “Well, we’re going to get ready for dinner. You may leave the corner once we are seated and start your own dinner.”
“Thank you, Goddess.”
“Although, I think your taste buds will find it hard to cope with anything too flavorful, don’t you?”
She nodded happily.
Eleanor pouted a smirk at her. “Then find some oatmeal or something. Maybe boil some rice? Something plain. I don’t want you overstimulated. You may drink a glass of tap water. But just one mind you.”
Cindy would have eaten broken glass and drank bleach at Eleanor’s word after the support she had shown her. Cindy was justified in her loathing for her useless husband. Eleanor had made it so. Her word meant more than anything. It was the word of the divine.
“Goddess? Th-thank you. You’re amazing. R-really. You’re the greatest.”
She chuckled. “I know Cindy. I know.”
*
Cindy searched her sparse cupboards. It was typical of Pete not to bother picking up groceries despite being at Krogers making a fool of himself and her. She was relieved to find half a bag of macaroni noodles that would meet Eleanor’s criteria so long as Cindy didn’t add any salt. She poured tap water into a pan and turned on the hob.
She refused to allow herself any further guilt over handing over her money to Eleanor. Sarah was an adult now with her own job, and Pete had forfeited his right to criticize since he made the decision to blame the world for his own failures. If Cindy wanted to go bankrupt for Eleanor, then it was her right to do so. It was all her money anyway.
Eleanor had made her happier in just three days than Pete had managed in twenty years of marriage. She knew Pete only married her because he got her pregnant anyway and she was pretty sure he had cheated on her. Not that she cared. Serving Eleanor was her true place in life. So long as she remained loyal and obedient, there was no reason she couldn’t serve her forever. Her stomach knotted and her pussy tingled. She squeezed her thighs and moaned.
“Mom?”
Cindy spun and gasped, her heart racing. “S-Sarah? Don’t sneak up on me like that.” She was blushing as if Sarah had somehow read her thoughts.
Sarah blinked at her. “Sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay? Dad says-”
“Your father can shut the fuck up.”
“Okay…well, I’m not getting involved in this. You should probably see this, though.”
“See what?”
Sarah approached with her phone. “There’s a TikTok making the rounds.”
Cindy froze and gulped. She feared the worst but was relieved to see it was only of herself drowning in Eleanor’s pool. There was so much worse Alison and Jessica could have shared with the world. The material they possessed was easily enough to blackmail her for life if they chose. Cindy would deserve it too. What kind of woman debased herself for the amusement of high school seniors? Falling into the pool was the mildest of all her humiliations. At least she could explain this one.
“Where did you find this?”
“I was right, this is you, isn’t it? What the hell, Mom? Where are you?”
“It’s my new job.”
“What? your new job is falling into swimming pools?”
“No silly, of course not. I’m a housekeeper at one of the big houses over in Paradise Hills. I accidentally fell in the pool. My own fault. I was just clumsy.”
“Mom, you look really scared. I know you can’t swim.”
Cindy laughed. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Sarah. I was fine.”
“Mom, who are these people you work for? I mean, they literally videoed you instead of helping.”
“They tossed me a life preserver actually.”
“That hit you in the head. Don’t you see this is abuse? They can’t treat you like this. It’s illegal.”
She flushed. “It’s just a joke, Sarah. Jeez.” She turned back to her pan, now steaming.
“Mom, don’t get mad. I’m just worried about you. You’ve been acting weird for a few days. I get they are probably paying you well, but you don’t have to take abuse. You can report them.”
She wondered what Sarah would say if she knew that not only had Eleanor not paid Cindy a single cent, Cindy had in fact gone into debt upwards of $12000 and counting.
“I’m not reporting anybody, Sarah. Stop being ridiculous. I love my new job. I feel happy for the first time in years. Why are you trying to ruin this for me?”
Sarah stared at her. “I mean, I’m glad you’re happy, Mom, but-”
“No buts!” She turned back to her daughter. “I’m happy! Leave me alone!”
“Okay,” said Sarah hesitantly. “Just think about what I said.”
Cindy went back to her macaroni without a word. She wished she was back in her corner. She did not have to explain herself to anyone while her was nose pressed against the wall. It was bliss.
*
Her pasta was so bland it was difficult to eat. Surely Eleanor would approve? She ate alone at the kitchen table. Pete had said nothing to her since their argument and she doubted he would attempt to make it up to her. The man was as stubborn as he was lazy.
Eleanor sent pictures of her own exquisite plates of Michelin star cuisine and Cindy was on the edge of her seat waiting for each new dish to arrive. Her stomach rumbled as she admired wild escargots de bourgogne. Half-shelled oysters in a mignonette sauce. Salmon, spinach & baby kale salad with avocado, blueberries, walnuts, and a citrus vinaigrette.
She poked her bowl of sad macaroni and was in wonder at the seared salmon with confit celery root, and sautéed leeks, in a calamansi beurre blanc sauce. Cavatelli pasta and gulf shrimp à la provençale, cherry tomatoes, in a spicy lemon sauce. And a filet Mignon in Bordeaux butter, with a red wine reduction.
She drooled a little at the gala apple Tarte Tatin. Strawberry sorbet du jour and bananas foster. She sipped her tap water as she appreciated the bottle of Bordeaux Supérieur - Château Laronde Desormes, and the chilled Iceberg glassed mineral water.
Finally, Eleanor took a picture of the bill next to Cindy’s own credit card. $350.34. Cindy prayed there was enough left on the card to cover it plus the tip. She jumped as Eleanor’s video call vibrated her phone aggressively over the table.
She picked it up and rushed from the kitchen upstairs to answer.
“Goddess,” she said breathlessly, moving to the bathroom to avoid being overheard by Sarah, locking the door.
Eleanor had changed into a close-fit, black maxi dress. A Fuschia necklace drew the eye to her intimidating cleavage and her matching earrings were the perfect complement. She pouted into the camera with Jessica and Alison leering behind her shoulders in their own high-slit form-fitting Penelope dresses with draped necklines, spaghetti straps, and shell-shaped jeweled earrings. Cindy smiled with pride at how she had managed to keep such awkward and expensive material wrinkle-free. They all looked so beautiful. It was worth all the effort in the world.
“How did you like my pictures, Cindy?” asked Eleanor.
“I loved them, Goddess. Thank you so much. Was it as delicious as it looked?”
Eleanor shrugged one shoulder. “It was fine, I suppose. Not the best we’ve ever had, but fine. And what did you eat?”
“Macaroni, Goddess,” she said proudly.
“With what?”
“Nothing. Just the noodles. I didn’t even salt the water.”
They all had a good laugh at that.
Jessica grinned into the camera. “I’ll bet even that was a sensory overload for you, right freak?”
Alison giggled. “Maybe she should just eat dog food in the future?”
“Maybe she should,” said Jessica. “What do you think, freak?”
Cindy gulped. She wondered if they would really make her do that. The delighted grins on their faces told her they definitely would. She looked imploringly to Eleanor who smiled back, her eyes gleaming with tipsy mischief.
“I, um, don’t really know, Miss.”
“Seriously?” said Jessica. “That’s pathetic. You’d really eat dog food if we ordered you to?”
“She already has the collar,” said Alison. “It isn’t that much of a stretch.”
They laughed.
She wanted to say it would be a hard line she wouldn’t cross, but she couldn’t. Her wet pussy made it impossible to say no to them. Just how far would she humiliate herself for their amusement? Surely there was a limit…right? She felt her skin prickle with fear.
Eleanor chuckled. “Poor Cindy. They’re so mean to you, aren’t they?”
Cindy squirmed. “Um, I don’t know, Goddess.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know, isn’t there, freak?” said Jessica. “I think cutting off her pussy has cut off her brain.”
Eleanor smiled. “That can happen, sweetie. I suppose we’ll just have to do her thinking for her now.”
Alison and Jessica sniggered evilly and Cindy gulped.
Eleanor continued. “Where are you right now? The bathroom?”
“Yes, Goddess.”
“Good. It’s time for you to get ready for bed.”
The fact it was only 8:30 meant nothing. Cindy was exhausted. She was grateful for an early night.
“Wash your face and brush your teeth.”
She nodded, shuffled to the sink, and grabbed her toothbrush.
Eleanor stopped her. “What are you doing?”
“B-brushing my teeth, Goddess?”
“In the sink? No, no. I think the toilet is much more appropriate for you, don’t you?”
Cindy slowly nodded. She crouched onto her knees beside the bowl. Her hands trembled. “M-may I set you down, Goddess? I don’t want to get water on you.”
They grinned at her.
“You may,” said Eleanor, “but make sure we can see you.”
She set her phone against the edge of the bathtub, dipped her toothbrush in the toilet bowl, and brushed it around her teeth. At least the water was regularly circulated. It was probably cleaner than the faucet.
“Now your face,” said Eleanor.
Alison giggled. “Get it in there good, loser. All the way.”
Cindy took a deep breath and lowered her face inside the bowl. She closed her eyes and pressed her face against the water. The laughter coming from her phone was muffled by the porcelain.
“Flush it!” yelled Alison excitedly.
Cindy clawed up at the toilet to find the chain. She flushed it once and her face spun. She lifted herself from the bowl and gasped, completely drenched, spluttering water.
Alison and Jessica were in fits of laughter. Jessica had to turn away from the camera, crying and gripping her ribs. Eleanor chuckled.
“Ewwww,” said Alison.
“Oh my god,” said Jessica, trying to catch her breath, “I can’t believe she did that.”
“Okay, Cindy,” said Eleanor, “we’re going to have some more drinks now. You need to set up your camera so we can keep an eye on you over live stream while you sleep.”
“Yes, Goddess,” she said,
“Set yourself down on the floor where we can see you.”
“You mean th-this floor, Goddess?”
“Obviously. What? You want to share a bed with your husband after everything that has happened today?”
She was right. She wanted him nowhere near her. Not to mention his wandering hands might catch her chastity under her nightgown. She hadn’t even thought about that.
Alison giggled. “You can even use toilet roll as a pillow.”
“Th-thank you, Miss.”
“You’re welcome loser. Aren’t we kind to you?”
“Yes, Miss. I don’t deserve it.”
“You really don’t. I think you should show how thankful you are by doing something extra nice for me when I get back.”
Eleanor smiled. “For all of us.”
Jessica grinned. “How can she do that, Mom? You have all her cards.”
Eleanor smirked and swirled the wine in her glass before finishing it. “Didn’t you say your daughter has a job, Cindy?”
Jessica’s eyes alighted with joy. “Oh my god, yes! Sarah, right? This is fucking perfect! You can totally borrow from her to buy us presents.”
Eleanor chuckled. “What a wonderful idea.” she tapped her fingers on the screen as if casting a spell. “Make it so.”
“Yes, Goddess,” said Cindy as if under a charm.
“Good girl. You may sleep now. We’re going to go enjoy ourselves.”
“Thank you, Goddess” she said, “you deserve-” Eleanor hung up. “It…”
In the silence, she found herself missing them all so much it ached. She placed a toilet roll on the floor and snuggled her cheek against it. She restarted her live stream and curled up into a fetal ball. The cold of the toilet water and the linoleum made her shiver.
She was drifting into dreams of Eleanor when she was awoken by a notification from her phone. There was a picture of Jessica and Alison, clearly intoxicated, holding their middle fingers to the camera. Alison stuck out her tongue and Jessica sneered. Cindy squirmed and drummed her fingers against the metal of her chastity, sobbing from sexual frustration. It was going to be a long night.
