Chapter 6 - The Rules
“Right,” he said when that delicious breakfast was all gone. “I want you to kneel down on the floor for me so we can go through the rules.”
It took me a couple of seconds to work out what he was going on about but, when I did, I sort of exploded, “You want me to do what?” It was the way he said it that got to me the most - it was the same sort of casual voice that he’d been using when we’d been chatting about the stupid film thing - just as if he hadn’t ordered me to kneel on the floor in front of him.
“You heard what I said,” he told me in the same sort of calm voice.
“Are you out of your mind?” I was having to be really careful with my sort of inner Ro bit to stop her from saying something that would have me dangling from the ceiling. “You can’t really expect me to…” I sort of trailed off. I didn’t even want to say it.
“That’s enough now, Babygirl,” Git Features told me in his… like… firm, controlled voice - the one I found most frightening. “You must appreciate by now that, ultimately, I can just use the punishments to force you to do anything I choose. You might as well just get on with it now and save us all that unpleasantness.”
“But…” I began but I kind of trailed off because this dreadful, yawning hollow thing was sort of opening up in my tummy as I slowly worked out that he was… like… totally right. With the threat of his horrible punishment things, he could make me do anything he wanted and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop him.
“Straight away, please, Babygirl!”
So, moving sort of stiffly, as if I wasn’t really in control of my body, I lowered myself to the ground. Git Features put out a hand to steady me and then sort of guided me so I was in this kind of upright kneeling thing, sitting on my heels, with my hands on my lap.
“Thank you for not making me use the punishments,” he said in a surprisingly gentle sort of a voice.
I guess that kind of surprised me a bit… I’d basically assumed he was some sort of sick bastard who enjoyed all the punishment stuff - but I kept my mouth clamped tightly shut. I knew that, if I opened it, I wouldn’t have any sort of control over the words that came out.
Then, for a couple of seconds, he went all quiet and I could sort of feel his eyes on me… and I sort of guessed he was… like… gloating about being able to force me to kneel for him.
And at that moment, I truly hated him.
“One moment,” he said and I heard him step out of the room… and I pretty much knew that the warped git was going to get a camera or something so that, once he’d got rid of me, he could still do the whole gloating thing.
“Hop up a second,” he said when he returned a bit later. He sort of guided me to one side and then there were some funny noises.
And, when he was done, he helped me to kneel back down and I found that he’d put a bit of a carpet or a rug or something down for me. “I thought that would be more comfortable for you than kneeling on the hard tiles,” he explained.
And I suppose he was right, really. I mean, I’d hardly noticed it with the whole humiliation thing that had been going on but kneeling on that hard floor hadn’t been… like… all that much fun.
But the whole rug thing definitely left me confused. I mean… it just didn’t work with the whole sadistic bastard picture that I was painting for him in my head.
“Thank you, Master,” I heard myself saying. I mean… the Ro bit, inside me, wasn’t particularly happy about me being polite to him but I just had to kind of tell her to suck it up. He might be a total git but I could tell he was trying to be nice and I just needed to stay on his good side! Basically I didn’t have any choice.
“You’re welcome, Babygirl,” he said warmly as he sat down on the chair in front of me. “Now it’s time for you to learn the rules that I will be expecting you to follow whilst you’re here with me.”
And, with that, he started explaining his ‘Rules of Behaviour for New Girls’.
They didn’t really need all that much explaining. I mean… as long as you went along with the whole idea that I was some kind of toy with no purpose in life other than to amuse Git Features, they weren’t in any way complicated or hard to understand.
I tried to keep a grip on Ro but when he calmly explained to me that I was going to have to ask for permission before using the toilet, I guess I didn’t quite manage to keep the shock - or the sarcasm - out of my voice.
“Babygirl!” he said, using his ‘you’re very close to trouble’ voice. “I am being extremely patient with you but that patience has a limit. You must do better.”
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.” What else could I say? I lowered my head, as if I was ashamed, but what I was really trying to do was get a grip on the whole anger and frustration bit. I mean… I just wasn’t used to dealing with this sort of crap… and I certainly wasn’t enjoying trying to pretend that I was… like… taking it seriously.
I guess he must have known what was going on, though, because he gave me a couple of seconds to sort myself out.
“Head up, Babygirl,” he said at last.
“And fingers away from your mouth. You are to leave your hands on your lap when I’m talking to you to show me you’re paying proper attention.”
OK, I know the whole nail biting thing totally got on my nerves but I was still… like… properly narked by him telling me off for it. But I still managed to do the ‘good babygirl’ thing and put my hands back down on my knees. I mean… he’d already forced me to shave the hair off my private bits so it certainly wasn’t worth having a major row about my right to bite my fingernails!
Unfortunately, my inner Ro slipped out again when we got to rule five and he started going on about ‘temperate language’ stuff. I didn’t say anything but I definitely rolled my eyes a bit - I thought that was safe - but there might have been a bit of a sighing thing going on too.
“Babygirl,” Git Features said in a tone that let me know that he had noticed. “I told you that you must do better.”
I could tell that I was in trouble now. I mean… I was always getting in trouble at college and stuff but, with Git Features, trouble was a whole lot more… well… troubling. I must admit I was pretty scared that I was about to get another one of his horrible dangling from the ceiling type punishments.
“Hold your hand out.”
I was pretty much trembling as I did as I was told. I mean… what was he going to do to me now!
He took my hand and held it for a few seconds before turning it over and giving me a sharp slap on the inside of my wrist.
“What the…” Ro exploded before I could clamp my teeth together and shut her up. Then I sort of froze, realising I was in even bigger trouble now.
Git Features went quiet for what felt like, basically, forever.
“What were you about to say?” he asked at last. Again, the fact he sounded so totally cool and controlled about everything was much more frightening than screaming and shouting would have been.
I really didn’t have a clue how I should answer that question… I mean… what could I say. But at last I managed to work out that there was nothing I could say that was going to make the whole thing any better so I might as well go with the truth. “I’m not really sure, Master. Probably something like ‘What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?’”
“Well, I’m pleased that you managed to at least half way control your mouth,” he said. But, funnily enough, it sounded like he was basically trying to stop himself laughing as he spoke. That confused me because it didn’t match his grumpy words.
“You know that, if you had completed that sentence, I would have had no choice but to punish you severely,” he went on.
In spite of the sort of laughing thing he had going on, I was really careful as I gave my, “Yes, Master,” reply - both what I said and how I said it! It was sort of… like… totally obvious that I was really close to one of his proper punishments.
“I am about to slap you once more. This time, you will accept it in silence.”
There was a second sharp slap to my wrist and this one hurt even more… I guess because I was already pretty sore from the first one. But, at least I managed to keep my mouth shut this time.
“Good Girl! Now you are going to thank me and let me know you understand why you were being punished.”
“You what?” Ro exploded. I just couldn’t stop her. I mean… it just seemed like such a crazy thing for him to want me to do.
“I believe the words you are looking for are, ‘I’m sorry, Master, but I do not understand’.”
I repeated the words for him, desperately fighting to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. The way he was still holding my wrist made it pretty clear that any hint of the usual Ro at this point would earn me another of his painful slaps, at best, or, more likely, something much worse.
“I am not punishing you for my own pleasure or amusement,” he explained patiently. “I am doing it to educate you. You need to show me that you understand the lesson that you are being taught and that it requires no further reinforcement.”
Of course I didn’t have much problem guessing what he meant by ‘further reinforcement’.
I took a brief moment to tell Ro to shut up before starting, “Thank you, Master. Thank you for…”
But then I sort of trailed off. I really had no idea what he expected me to say.
“Think about the rules, Babygirl,” he prompted me… and I could have screamed with frustration when I heard that he was doing his smiling thing again. “The rules are your friends.”
I thought for a moment then tried, “Thank you, Master, for teaching me to behave with submission?”
“Good, Babygirl!” he answered. “Rule three: the girl will comport herself at all times with graceful submission to the will of her master,” he quoted.
I didn’t believe it. He knew those stupid rule things off by heart!
But he interrupted that sort of thought by giving my wrist a kiss, right on the spot he had just slapped. That sent a funny little tingle down my spine. “And that is for successfully controlling your temper when you were being punished,” he told me. He held my hand for a moment longer then gave it a slight squeeze and told me to put it back down on my lap. “I do recognise that you find it a significant challenge.”
He could say that again!
I just about managed to keep a grip on Ro for the rest of the rules until we got to the last one, number ten: ‘The girl will demonstrate her respect for her master at all times.’ Git Features then explained that, amongst other things, he would be expecting me to do this thing called a kow-tow whenever he entered or left the room.
And then he explained that it meant kneeling even lower for him with the palms of my hands and my forehead on the floor. I was sort of stunned. I mean… it took me a while to work out what he was going on about because, from his voice, you’d basically have never guessed just how sick the whole idea was.