Lesson Taught

“Go on and cry, little baby.” Madeline laughed as the little mouse scurried from the copy room, a sheaf of papers clutched in her hand, her lower lip trembling.

“Why are you such a bitch to her?” Cori looked bewildered. It was deeper than animosity. Maddy had loathed Caitlyn on sight.

“She’s just too fucking perfect.” 

“You’re perfect. Beautiful, tall, smart, family trust money…I could go on and on you know.”

“Have you seen the guy who picks our Mouse up? He’s fucking-A gorgeous. How does our Mouse catch a guy like that? She’s so…so…”

“Mousey?” Cori’s bland reply made Madeline laugh, nodding. The sound of footsteps outside the copy room, broke up the confab and they moved off to their separate offices.

‘Besides,’ Maddy thought to herself as she stalked back to the pile of papers on her desk, ‘the little mouse had the bosses ear’.’ He always listened to what she had to contribute to their weekly meetings, while often shooting down Madeline’s own, far grander ideas. It pissed her off royally. She probably even went to a community college to get her degree in typology, the little jerk. Rolling her eyes, she put the Mouse out of her mind, and got back to the grind.


“You’re tense.”

“Just another day at the funny farm, Sir.”

“Little girl, I know something is wrong. You’re face is tight, and your smile is absent from your eyes. I know you–inside and out–remember?”

Caitlyn’s mouth curved at the sexual innuendo contained in his concern. Her Dom, her lover, her partner in life–no one knew her better.

“It was that ugly bitch again, wasn’t it?”

He said it to make her giggle,but tonight it didn’t make her smile. To her horror, huge tears welled in her eyes, and rolled down her cheeks. Well and dammit!

“I quit today, Sir. I know I should have talked to you about this first, gotten your permission, but–she cornered me in the copy room and sliced my spirit up in ribbons. I didn’t do a thing to her, I swear it.”

He’d known, by pulling grudging details from her from in the past that she had been run roughshod by this one woman. He hadn’t known much more than that, but he’d had no idea it had gotten this bad. Damn his slut for being so close-mouthed!

He looked at her. She sat on her knees, looking up at him, the sadness pouring out of her. It tore at his gut. Fury filled him. He was allowed to hurt her. He was allowed to make her cry. Not some cold-hearted, upwardly mobile cunt of a coworker. And while he understood that life sometimes sucked and you had to deal with it, the fact that this work-bitch seemed to be taking pleasure in tormenting his goodgirl made him irate.

“Go to the closet and fetch the big vibe, the nipple clamps, and the paddle. Be quick about it!”

Sending her to the toybox would take her mind off her troubles. Yet the other part of his brain began  working overtime.


Madeline was pissed. Since the Mouse had quit, her own workload had doubled. And tonight of all nights her boss had made her stay late to finish a project that the Mouse had been working on. It was due, naturally, tomorrow; client presentations were key, so it had to be rock solid, polished smooth and ready for the board to review prior to the client meeting after lunchtime.

“I’ll miss the last train.” It hadn’t been a whine, thankfully, but while she was willing to work for a living she hadn’t known that all of the details that her mousey counterpart had been juggling. It gave her a tiny bit of grudging respect…the Mouse, for all the aggravation her presence gave her, had known her stuff. And now here she was, working at 1:00 a.m. trying to knit all the pieces together to keep her own job.

“I’ll send a car for you. I’m not sure why Ms. Murphy quit, but I know that the two of you were at odds. It seems, since you wanted her job so desperately, only meet that you take on her workload until I can hire a replacement for her. Until then, there are several critical client deadlines looming. Prepare for some long nights ahead, Madeline.”

With that, he’d turned back to his computer, obviously dismissing her. It made her wonder what that sniveling mouse had said to him, yet she knew that the resignation and leave-taking had happened quickly, via computer. She’d left. And she simply hadn’t returned. Madeline would have heard about it if  mouse and the boss were friends off work hours-her grapevine covered all of Smith & Blarney’s gossip chains.

A huge yawn escaped before she could pull it back. Rubbing her hands over her face, she did a quick review of her work. It looked good; hopefully there wouldn’t be any last-minute revisions. Taking up her purse, she rang the number that Mr. S had given her. Passing the cleaning crew working their way through the offices, she ignored the shy nods of greeting.  Her heels clacked as she stepped into the elevator, her feet throbbing in march with the sound. Damn but she was tired!

The doors opened at the garage level. A dark sedan waited, its engine purring softly. The driver got out, opening the back door for her. A quick prick on her upper arm and the world went dark even as she slid inside.


She woke as quickly as she had fallen asleep. Where was she? Everything was dark. She tried to move but she was stuck. Her arms didn’t move. Her legs were immobile. Panic hit like a shock, jolting her to full awareness. She was tied in a chair.

“HELP!” she screamed.

“aaah, you’re awake. Welcome.”

The voice was rich and deep and resonate–and totally unfamiliar.

“Who are you. Where am I?”

“Seriously? For a smart girl that’s rather cliché, isn’t it?”

She blinked at the audible sneer.

“Where are you? I can’t see you.”

A single spotlight illuminated over her head. So bright, it lit up the area directly around her, and threw the darkness even deeper into the shadows.


Yes, he was definitely sneering at her.

“I can’t see you.”


“Nor shall you.”

This time the voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and right behind her. Before she could turn her head, a mask fell, covering her face. He pulled it tight.

“You may scream. This room is used to those sorts of sounds…and appropriately cloaked so none will escape.”

She swallowed the scream. Did he mean none as in “no sounds” …or other girls he’d taken? All the stories she read about kidnapped women snapped into her head. A babble of pleas erupted.

Please don’t hurt me.

Please let me go.

Please don’t kill me.

Please let me out of here.

Eventually she ran down, falling into silence, punctuated with soft sniffling tears.

“It’s very different when someone is tormenting you, isn’t it?”


8 thoughts on “Lesson Taught

    1. isn’t it funny the sordid tales that pop into our heads at the weirdest of moments? I know you grok this! I have so many other things to get back to, but this begged to be done first.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s