Where They Belong - Chapter 6.

It was hard for Cindy to fathom that it had only been 24 hours since her last visit to the basement. So much had happened. She had abandoned her husband, home, entered permanent servitude, spanked her daughter, betrayed her, slept with her tongue inside Eleanor’s asshole, and tasted her divine pee. All this and more while still suffering from the effects of the dreaded “Wheel of Misfortune.”

Eleanor held up a leather restraint and pouted down at her conquest expectantly. No words were needed. Cindy knew what her goddess wanted. She held her arms behind her back and clasped her hands together to make it as easy as possible to bind. 

Eleanor’s pout became a smirk as she squatted to wrap the restraint around Cindy’s skinny forearms. Cindy’s pussy tingled as she felt the leather constrict her bones. Eleanor tightened the buckles as far as they would go before locking them in place. Cindy wriggled to ensure there was no possible way she might escape. 

“Thank you, Goddess,” she said, feeling the burn in her joints.

Eleanor tugged on Cindy’s leash and forced her to shuffle on the bones of her knees across the hard concrete to the same suspension bar Cindy had dangled from that time Eleanor demonstrated correct flogging technique to Jessica and Kaylee. The automatic lights blinkered on and off in perfect tandem with Eleanor’s movement as if she was a dark angel, illuminated by heaven. 

She placed the Gucci beauty case she had slung over her shoulder on a side table next to the winch and opened it to reveal neat rows of sharp fish hooks and needles, increasing in size. She removed various objects, laying them across the table in a methodical line. 

There was a bottle of saline wash, cotton wool balls, two silver bars that formed a clamp, gauze pads, scissors, bandage tape, cellophane wrap, aloe vera cream, ice, an onyx and gold lighter, and most terrifying of all, a branding iron with an Egyptian ankh molded onto the tip. 

Cindy paled. “Um, G-Goddess?”

“Hmmm?” responded Eleanor, without turning. She retrieved two matching fish hooks and gently pricked them on her finger to test their sharpness. 

Cindy’s body chilled with prickles of dread. “What…what are you going to do to me?” she asked, meekly. 

Eleanor chuckled. “I would have thought that was obvious.”

The ankh-tipped brand was what farmers might use on cattle. Cindy winced as she imagined the hiss of hot metal as it was pressed onto their hides and their shrieking moos. There was no way Cindy’s body could take something like that. All because she dropped a coin that wasn’t even her fault? This was worse than a nightmare. 

Eleanor swayed her buttocks from side to side in her tight-fitting, designer jeans, in front of Cindy’s face as she affixed the hooks to two stainless steel chains.

Cindy stared in a trance. A little drool trickled from the side of her mouth. Eleanor’s ass was the most beautiful thing in the world. Her buttocks were those of the Goddess Isis herself. Out of all the people in the world, Cindy was the one lucky enough to witness it. It was inches from her face. She inhaled the air and caught the scent of Eleanor’s perfume. An ass like that made life worthwhile. Her fears dissipated as she lost herself in the joy of that mesmeric sway. 

Eleanor turned suddenly, smiling brightly, showing the perfect whites of her perfect teeth. She showed off the menacing device she had fashioned. The sharp points of the hooks gleamed underneath the overhead spotlight. 

“Now then, Cindy,” she said. “Be a good girl and stay still. I’d rather this be a clean insertion.” 

Cindy looked up at her goddess with watery doe-eyes and slowly nodded her head. If her pain brought her goddess pleasure then it was worth it. A brave crack of a smile formed at the side of her mouth. 

Eleanor looked so beautiful wielding that suspension chain. Her joy shimmered in her eyes and her full lips pouted into a smirk. Cindy reminded herself that Eleanor had said this would be an intimate experience. There was nothing to fear. No matter how much it hurt, her goddess knew best. 

Eleanor bent down and Cindy focused on her majestic scent of sandalwood, violet, and amber. The divine aroma aroused Cindy’s caged pussy as she stared at the gold key dangling over Eleanor’s breasts. 

Eleanor jabbed the first hook through Cindy’s breast, below her nipple, and Cindy whimpered as shockwaves of stinging pain coursed through her body. Blood leaked from the incision.

“Shhhh,” said Eleanor, grabbing Cindy’s nose between her finger and thumb.

Cindy focused on Eleanor’s beautiful face. It made the pain easier to bear knowing how happy it was making her. She slowly nodded her head as a single tear trickled down her cheek. 

Eleanor was still smiling as she reached behind her for the bottle of saline wash. She tipped it liberally over a cotton wool ball and then dabbed it around the puncture to clean the wound. 

Cindy smiled back, despite the sting. It always felt amazing whenever her goddess took care of her. She felt so special and safe. In a way, she looked forward to being hurt just so she could experience the aftercare. 

Sarah would never know this happiness. For all her arrogance at being cage-free, Jessica and Kaylee were never going to provide this kind of tenderness. Eleanor may wish for her daughter to take better care of her toys, but Cindy knew Jessica well enough by now to know that was never going to be part of her nature. 

She suddenly felt sorry for her daughter. Sarah was missing out on one of the truest joys of submission to a superior woman. Cindy would not have swapped that for all the free orgasms in the world. 

“Thank…you,” she said.

Eleanor pouted her amusement and jabbed the second hook through Cindy’s second breast. 

Cindy bit her lip and winced. It hurt just as much as the first, but knowing Eleanor was to care for the wound made it pleasurable. Eleanor repeated her process, tending the puncture with the saline wash. 

Cindy felt bliss. She maintained her smile even when Eleanor tugged on the chain, pulling the hooks, and stretching Cindy’s nipples, forcing her to her feet. 

Eleanor opened the climbing clip on the suspension bar and looped the chain through. She chuckled to herself as she cranked the winch, slowly raising the bar higher, and lifting Cindy via her nipples onto the tips of her toes. 

The fish hooks pulled on Cindy’s breasts. The pain was excruciating. She genuinely feared for a moment her nipples might be ripped off. She scurried her toes over the concrete as if that would somehow slow the agony. 

“Stop squirming,” said Eleanor firmly.

Cindy whimpered and obeyed. Tears streamed down her face.  

Eleanor smiled and brushed under Cindy’s eye with her thumb. Cindy smiled weakly and sniffled. As much as it hurt, being this close to her goddess was wonderful. It was the best she had felt all day. The fear of having her nipples torn from her breasts was worth it.

“Tongue,” said Eleanor calmly. 

Cindy did not hesitate to stick it out as far as it would go.

Eleanor continued to smile as she reached back to the table and elegantly picked up the silver clamp which Cindy now recognized as a trap gag. 

“This is for your own good,” said Eleanor as she placed the two cylindrical bars between Cindy’s tongue, then cranked the bolts to tighten the clamp. 

Cindy’s tongue compressed between the bars. She instinctively tried to return her tongue inside her mouth but it was trapped. She gagged and drool dribbled from the sides of her mouth. She swallowed a large lump down her throat. 

“There,” said Eleanor, stepping back to admire her handiwork, “doesn’t that feel better?”

Cindy whimpered and nodded. She was completely helpless, suspended from the floor via fish hooks through her nipples, her tongue clamped, her arms bound behind her back, and the tube to her inflatable butt plug dangling from her ass like a tail. Her pussy tingled inside its stainless steel cage at the prospect of what was yet to come. 

“What a sight,” said Eleanor, lifting her phone from the back pocket of her jeans. She aimed the camera lens at Cindy’s face. “Smile for the camera.”

Cindy tried, despite the clamp on her tongue, to stretch the sides of her mouth into a grin.

Eleanor tittered. “That looks so creepy. You’re like a little goblin or something.”

Cindy could only imagine how gruesome she must have looked, sobbing and drooling over herself. It didn’t seem fair that she should have the pleasure of observing Eleanor’s exquisite, hourglass form, while Eleanor had to look at her ugly, trembling, body. She felt guilty for tainting Eleanor’s sight. 

Eleanor returned her phone to her back pocket. “Okay, enough of that. It’s time to get serious.”

Cindy watched wide-eyed as Eleanor reached for the iron cattle brand with the Egyptian ankh head. She twirled it teasingly with her wrist.

“Don’t be afraid,” she said, picking up the obsidian lighter engraved with a golden ankh. “This scar,” she pressed down on a solid gold switch that ignited a shocking blue jet torch. It growled menacingly as it gathered air. “This scar will be an eternal symbol of my dominance over you. The world will know that you belong to me as decreed by Mother Isis at the dawn of time.”

Cindy’s skin prickled in dread. Cold sweat poured down her vulnerable body. She didn’t want to be scared. This was a momentous moment in her life. Eleanor was claiming her. She should have been happy. But the fear of being branded was too strong. Her terror was muffled through her silver tongue clamp. 

Eleanor pouted a smirk and placed the ankh head of the brand under the flame. Her face glowed over the fire - devilish and divine. She closed her eyes and began her prayer:

“Praise be Mother Isis, Empress of Heaven. Your daughter shall bind this slave to her in accordance with your desire. Your daughter will take this slave’s worship, adoration, fear, and love. I will tribute to you her body, and mind, and lay them on your golden altar. Her weakness is my power. Her despair is my joy. Her suffering is my pleasure. Your daughter praises you Mother Isis and vows she will forever exploit and destroy those victims marked for sacrifice to your divinity. Praise be Mother Isis, Empress of Heaven.”

She slowly opened her eyes. They glittered as if speckled by gold. She placed the lighter neatly back down on the table and chuckled at Cindy’s muffled mewls. Her smirk shifted to a grin as she lightly pressed the glowing ankh head against Cindy’s soft stomach. 

Cindy tilted back her head and gargled a bloodcurdling scream through her throat. Her naked skin sizzled against the hot glow. It felt as if her skin was melting around the branding iron like Eleanor could push all the way through her body and out the other side. She flailed, rocking from side to side, twisting the chains that supported the fish hooks through her nipples. 

She couldn’t breathe. The intense burning, like her flesh was a slab of meat on the grill, was too much to bear. Soon, she was too faint and dizzy to even scream. 

The last image she remembered before blacking out was of Eleanor’s grinning face, and glittering eyes as if Cindy’s pain was elevating her to a state of greater euphoria. 

*

Cindy gasped and spluttered, brought back to the light with a splash of freezing water. She blinked and coughed as white spots fluttered through her vision. It took a few moments for the ringing in her ears to stop and the blurry images around her to focus. 

She was kneeling on the concrete floor under a spotlight, surrounded by darkness. Her goddess stood above her, tall and proud, with one fist on her hip, her gold belt buckle shimmering, and her erect nipples showing under her tight onyx tee. 

Eleanor smiled, showing her perfect whites as she tipped the last of the icy water from a champagne bucket over Cindy’s head. “All better now?” she asked, bending her legs slightly to place the bucket on the floor by her feet. 

Cindy instinctively tried to wipe the water from her eyes but her arms were still bound behind her back in leather. She looked down and saw that Eleanor had already removed the fish hooks and replaced them with gauze pads. 

There was a vicious rash over her stomach, crusting and peeling, but wrapped in tight cellophane. A terrible burning sensation struck her in waves. One second it seemed tolerable, but the next it clawed over her raw skin as if punishing her for daring to think she might cope. The outline of the ankh was visible from above her belly button to below her breasts. 

“Yes, Goddess,” she answered timidly. Despite the pain, it made her feel safe to know that while she was unconscious, her goddess had taken the time to remove her from suspension and treat her injuries. “Thank you so much, I…don’t deserve you. I’m sorry for…passing out.”

Eleanor bopped her on the nose, pouting her amusement. “Since it was only for a few minutes, I guess I’ll forgive you. This time. Just don’t make a habit out of it.”

“I-I won’t, Goddess, I promise.”

Eleanor tittered and grabbed Cindy’s nose between her finger and thumb, twisting. “I’m joking with you. Don’t be so serious.”

Cindy nodded and smiled weakly. 

Eleanor stood to regain her positional dominance over the weaker woman. “It will take time to properly scar,” she said, nonchalantly, inspecting her manicure. “The aloe vera cream I wiped it with will help bring it to heal. The cellophane will prevent it from being agitated by oxygen. It will have to be changed every 24 hours.”

As much as it hurt, Cindy was happy. The ankh symbolized her eternal submission to Eleanor. She would always belong to her now. Her pain was spiritual. It was like a rite of passage. Had Eleanor not thought her worthy of keeping, then she would never have bothered performing this ritual. 

No matter what happened, Cindy would always carry the mark of her goddess. Even if the worst happened and Eleanor dismissed her, she could still look down at her scar and remember that she once lived a better life. Even in death it would remain on her corpse. Maybe she would even take it with her to heaven? Or wherever it was slaves were sent when Goddess Isis deemed their servitude complete.  

Cindy’s eyes watered with gratitude. Her bottom lip quivered with happiness. “Thank you so much, Goddess.”

Eleanor shrugged. “It would be far more of a bother for me in the long term if you get an infection.” She sighed. “I keep trying to get this through to my girls. I’d hoped what happened to Molly would have taught them there were consequences for their actions.”

Cindy blinked up at her confusedly. 

Eleanor chuckled, placing her hands on her hips. “Molly was our old housekeeper. Your predecessor.” 

Cindy’s skin prickled with dread. She’d always known there was someone before her. She had seen Eleanor’s cupboards stocked with cleaning products that Eleanor would never have found and stored herself. And she knew the whole reason Eleanor had found her in Krogers to begin with, that one glorious day, was because her housekeeper was in the ICU and unable to complete her chores. 

But even so, Cindy had preferred not to dwell on the existence of another who had been living the life that should have been hers these past twenty-five years. 

She shuddered. What if Molly had not suffered her accident? What if Cindy had not been stacking shelves at that exact moment when her old high school crush entered Krogers? She may never have rediscovered the thrill of servitude to a superior woman.

But it was more than an accident. Goddess Isis had chosen Cindy to serve Eleanor. It was fate, not fortune. Everything was preordained. The world was as it ought to be. 

Eleanor smiled. “I suppose you’re curious what happened to her?”

Cindy gave a slight nod. She would never have presumed to ask. 

“She sort of did it to herself,” said Eleanor. “Alison is eighteen years old. She’s only just discovering her power. Sometimes she gets carried away. She’s yet to fully comprehend the potential risks. Molly ought to have known that better than anyone. She wasn’t just our housekeeper. She’d been a nanny to those girls. She’d seen them grow into the powerful young women they are today.”

Cindy gulped. She had already promised herself to Alison in exchange for Alison not telling lies about her to Eleanor. She paled. Molly had probably made the same mistake as her. “Um, what…what did Miss Alison do to her?”

“Alison had just gotten her new car. That baby pink Porsche she loves so much. A reward for her excellent grades. Anyway, she was so happy that she wanted to test it out with a drag race. I mean literally, a drag race.”

Eleanor laughed and then shook her head in good humor before continuing. “That’s the problem with the likes of Molly and you,” she pointed her finger down at Cindy’s nose, squashing it to illustrate her point. “You’re so spineless and pathetic that you don’t even dare defend yourselves against things that are clearly dangerous.”

Cindy smiled nervously and blushed. She suspected Alison must have blackmailed Molly in the same way she had her. Alison’s charm was impossible to resist. You wanted to make her happy and were terrified of letting her down. It was hard for the submissive mind to stand up to someone so obviously superior as Alison, no matter how insane her demands were. The unfairness excited her locked clitty all over again. 

“Anyway,” said Eleanor, returning her hand to her hip. “Alison chained Molly’s leash to her exhaust pipe and then drove around the estate, dragging her behind her car. I guess Molly must have knocked her lower spine over a rock or something. Alison only realized what had happened after she’d parked and questioned why Molly wasn’t moving. That stupid sub only went and got herself paralyzed, didn’t she?”

Cindy thought of Emily. With the way Alison and her friends abused the poor girl, it would only be a matter of time before something awful like that happened to her as well. Cindy knew she should be trying harder to protect her. But it was hard. She was in no fit state to stand up to those dominant girls. Plus, as bad as it was for her, Emily obviously craved it. 

Eleanor sighed in irritation. “She’s lost all mobility. She’s completely useless. It’s cost me a fortune in medical bills. I’m trying to recoup my losses on her, but it’s becoming something of a lost cause. Our clients prefer their rentals to have some reaction and movement.”

Cindy paled. Clients? Rentals? Was this what Eleanor expected from her to repay her debt? 

Eleanor pouted a smirk at her reaction. “Don’t worry. That doesn’t concern you…yet.” She tittered and grabbed Cindy’s leash, tugging her forward. “For right now, you need to rest. Let’s put you to bed.”

Cindy was forced to keep pace with Eleanor’s confident strides, shuffling over the concrete on her knees with the spotlights blinking above her head. 

Eleanor led Cindy to a barred, iron door sunk into the floor. Cindy glanced down through the black bars to see a tiny hole, barely large enough for her to lie flat on the hard, cold concrete. 

Eleanor smiled, caressing her fingernails through Cindy’s damp hair. “I know it’s scary,” she said soothingly, “but you lost our game, remember? I can’t exactly have you sleeping in my bed tonight, can I?”

Cindy sniffled and shook her head. The loss she felt knowing she had missed her chance to tongue Eleanor’s asshole while lying on her goddess’ silky sheets was more painful than her burning scar. She was so tired. Everything ached. It would have been euphoric to switch off her mind to everything but pleasuring the crinkle inside Eleanor’s asshole. 

“You know,” said Eleanor, “there are much worse places I could put you. Would you prefer that?”

Cindy whimpered. The idea of spending her night in that claustrophobic hole was terrifying enough. She leaned her face down to Eleanor’s Versace boot and kissed the glossy Italian leather.

Her sad reflection shone in Eleanor’s toe. It was insane to think that once the two of them had been classmates at high school. Not that they had been equal then either. Eleanor was beautiful and popular. Cindy was just one of many simps who fawned over her. But now, the difference between them was greater than that of a goddess and a worm. 

Eleanor crouched and pulled open the cage door, her bicep flexing inside the long sleeves of her tight onyx tee. 

The attached padlock was an unnecessary addition. Cindy could never hope to lift the door in her current state. 

Eleanor pointed down into the hole with the same hand that held Cindy’s leash. “In you go.”

Cindy hesitated. She glanced up at her goddess with her eyes watering with fear. 

Eleanor inhaled a deep breath, inflating her large bosom, and signaling her displeasure. 

The sight was intimidating enough for Cindy to get moving. She scurried forward quickly and Eleanor slowly exhaled, loosening Cindy’s leash to allow her to shamble inelegantly down into the hole where she lay flat with her back pressing on her arm restraints. 

It was even smaller than Cindy had thought from the outside. She was unable to fully stretch her legs so she was forced to bend her knees as if trying to lie in a too-small bathtub.

Eleanor stared down at her, smirking. “Comfortable?”

Cindy whimpered and nodded. There was nothing else to do. She did not want to tempt Eleanor into placing her in an even worse place. 

Eleanor dropped the leash on Cindy’s face. “Good.” She closed the cage door, allowing it to drop under its own weight with a metallic thud. 

Cindy instinctively cringed as if expecting the metal bars to smash into her face. It was close. The bars were only a centimeter from her nose. For the first time in her life, she was grateful for her tiny breasts. If they were half the size of Eleanor’s, or god forbid, Alison’s, then they would definitely have been squashed under the metal.

Eleanor clipped shut the padlock and rose to her feet. “I’ll come for you in the morning,” she said, checking the time on her yellow-gold Rolex. “Although…I’ll probably have a lie in. So don’t expect me before 11:00, okay?”

Cindy was already feeling the panic of claustrophobia. “Y-yes, G-Goddess,” she said between stuttering breaths.

Eleanor placed one boot on the cage door victoriously over Cindy’s face. Cindy took the hint and leaned up to kiss her Versace sole through the bars of her cage. 

Eleanor slotted her thumbs inside her Gancini belt, tilted her head back, and laughed. It echoed through the whole basement. It was the superior laugh of a goddess, menacing and confident. Her bosom vibrated, jiggling the key to Cindy’s chastity over her cleavage. 

“Sleep well,” she said at last with Cindy still planting respectful kisses on the sole of her boot. “I know I will.”