Cynthia praised me the next morning after hosing me down and handing me a towel to dry myself. “You were able to convince Carlos just how subservient you can be, you took the mistreatment very well. I think I can start using you in a more conventional manner. I think we should start on your taking care of my nails. From now on-you will be doing the manni’s and peddi’s for me. You’ll learn how often I change colors and when I like to give them a rest. Generally, my toes are always painted, and twice a week is often sufficient. I do like my fingers done more often, plan on 2-3 times a week. I don’t want to think about it, so you will be fully responsible for chips, cracks and wear.” My other duties revolved around housework-cleaning, washing, ironing, upkeep of shoes….maid type of work. But that was ok at first, the work was easy and the real harsh treatments seem to fade.
Thinking that maybe I was out of woods by completing some sick type of probation in front of her friends and husband, it turns out my former girlfriend may actually have had it out for me from the start, and now there was so little I could do because in the eyes of the law, I was owned property. Owned by my former girlfriend and her husband.
Over the next week or so things were okay, but slowly they turned for the worse. Once your noticed a chip in your nail polish, towards the end of your index finger and Carlos got a big kick out of Cynthia slapping me in the face. I think it was misplaced aggression and I was a convenient target, but when she noticed Carlos almost laughing, she scolded me that she ever finds an imperfection-I could expect more of that. Afterward, she privately recommended I let her find one every now and then. She said “I won’t slap you tooooo hard. Just enough to leave a good hand print”. She said she wanted to start using my in a more intimate manner but Carlos can’t know.
While giving her a pedicure one morning, Cynthia was on the phone talking to a friend: “it was so sexy slapping it in public, it made me feel so powerful”. Not focusing on the slapping, she did it at a supermarket checkout line-I was too slow getting something out of her purse and just called me stupid and wham. Her wedding ring left an imprint on top of her hand print. More troublesome for me was that it was the first time I heard her refer to me as “it”. That didn’t bode well.
Cynthia did get me more involved with her daily upkeep. It started with the nails. “You can ask me what color I’d like but I expect you to make recommendations yourself, like when you see what I’ve picked out to wear, or if you pick out something for me, you should make a recommendation” she said.
Continuing, she said “I want you to get inside my head and learn all my likes and dislikes, that way you can be of more use to me and you get to spend more time with me…that will sure beat being an ashtray, coat-rack or welcome mat. I’m still going to have to do that stuff, but only when I want show off and not let people know I really do have feelings for you”. I thought things might be going back to when we were together, but later in the day she said to me “I’m going to love having you as my personal slave, I can’t wait for my next period…you are going to spend hours softly kissing and sucking and swallowing”. I guess my mouth was agape. Cynthia cocked her head and said “Why are you looking at me like that, you did expect to be responsible for my hygiene right? Who else would be responsible for buying my pads and tampons, carrying them-always having one when I need it, and even doing the dirty work of changing things. I think it’s a wonderful way for us to be intimate, you can track my periods…it’ll be fun and my life will be easier-don’t you want to help me? Aren’t I the center of your world now?”