Postby theseeker » Thu Sep 23, 2010 9:57 pm
Things had gotten weird between Zoe and I since our last time together. Well, weirder than usual, at least. She had revealed she'd be moving again in two weeks, and I had acted accordingly: hurt, shocked, and angry. And I didn't think I was so wrong in feeling that way either. She made my dumb heart fall in love with her, and now she was leaving me. What a crummy thing to do someone. I didn't know how to respond, I barely even knew how to talk to her anymore. I had untied her that day, left her house, and for the last week, we barely gave each other an acknowledging nod when we passed in the halls. And school was over in two days. After that? No more hanging out. No more doodling on my notebook in English class. No more laughing about how weird each other was. No more tie up games. No more Zoe and I.
To say the least, readers: It sucked.
And it would have gone on sucking if it were entirely up to me and my stupid stubbornness, but on the second to last day of school, Zoe had her say on the matter.
It was right after an especially dull English class, one in which all the years work had been finished and most people were spending their time talking to friends. Zoe and I hadn't said a word to each other. But after the bell rang, and I was standing out at my locker, I glanced to my right and saw her storming in my direction; a determined fire in her eyes.
“What-?†Was all I got out before she pushed me back into the locker and clamped a hand down over my mouth. I let out a surprised “mmph!†and darted my eyes around the hall to hope no one was watching. A few were. It was embarrassing.
“Alright, you listen to me, Matt!†Zoe began, using her free hand to point at me. I frowned at her and put my hands up. “I don't think it's all that fair that all of a sudden you're being a big jerk to me! I get you probably think I don't care about you or something, or... or I lied to you, or... SOMEthing! I don't even know! But you better at least realize, if you're never going to talk to me again, moving isn't my CHOICE! You think I want to get dragged all around the country? You think I WANT to never have any friends? If I could, I'd stay here in your crummy little town forever, but I can't. So if you REALLY want to spend our last few days together not even TALKING, than FINE, but at least have the guts to tell me why! If you think I don't like you, I do, Matt. I DO, alright! And that's the worst part of it all! I...â€
Zoe's voice cracked, and for the first time since I'd known her, I could see tears starting to swell at the bottoms of her brilliant, green eyes. I felt terrible, and like usual, she was right. She always was. I pulled her hand down from my mouth and said everything I felt inside me in two words, “I'm sorry.†She stared at me only for a moment, and then we were hugging like two old friends that were back together after years apart. Plenty of people in the hallway were watching by that point, but I didn't care anymore. We were just two weirdo's, I guess. And like Zoe had told me once before, I embraced it. Tim Hutchins laughed and began to clap for us, but instead of a big movie moment where everyone else joined in, people just frowned, walked away, and forgot about us to enjoy the rest of their day. And when we were alone, I apologized again, and I was forgiven. Zoe was right. Always was.
“So how do I make it up to you?†I asked her with a grin.
She swiped the corner of her eye and grinned back. “I'm sure I can think of something.â€
And by the end of the day, she had.
I woke up the next morning, more excited for the last day of school than I'd ever been, because on that day: I was Zoe's slave.
I met up with her at the lockers before class began and she looked as cheerful and eager as a kid on a Christmas.
“Alright, so what do I have to do?†I asked, dong my best fake-begrudging voice. Zoe gave me a big toothy smile and piled all her books on top of mine, till the stack came up to my chin.
“You can walk me to class, for starts!†She told me. “But first!†Zoe brought her hand to my face, and at the last moment I saw a thick marker in it. She scribbled a little mark on my forehead that I later found out was a “Z†- showing that I was the property of Zoe Day. I opened my mouth to protest, but then she pushed the marker between my teeth. I bit down on it instinctively--like a horse would a bit--and she slipped a rubber band off her wrist, using it to loop around the back of my head and keep the marker in place. I gave her a dry look and she was grinning like the devil. “You're such a CUTE slave!†She chirped and patted me on the cheek.
I walked her all the way to her first class like that, books to my chin, gagged with a marker, and branded with a Z, and I have to say... it was one exhilarating experience. It was like Zoe and I were taking our little 'tie up games' into a public place, and it was certainly a new feeling. Incredibly, not many people even noticed me, too busy with their last-day-of-school antics. Zoe noticed though. She stared at me smiling the whole way, as if she was waiting for me to get fed up with the whole thing and stop. I did not though, and that seemed to please her to no end.
At her class door, she took the books from, leaned in close and whispered, “You're the best slave I ever had!†before giving me a peck of the cheek and disappearing into the room. I watched her go, and all I could think of was ways of how she could stay with me. Ideas were forming, but they wouldn't come to fruition till later on. I pulled the maker out of my mouth and headed off to my own class.
Zoe didn't get much of a chance to flex her powers over me for the rest of the day, until English class. Halfway through, all the class was doing was sitting around talking, our work done and miles away, and Zoe gave me a tap on the shoulder. I turned to her and she said, “Turn your desk towards me please!†and grinned. I frowned but, being her slave, I had to obey. Zoe had worn flip-flops that day, and once I was facing her, she kicked them off and stuck out her legs, landing her feet square in my lap. “One foot massage, sir.†She said and put her hands behind her head, getting comfortable. “After all, you ARE a foot lover!â€
I looked around the class. No one was paying much attention. Zoe gave me a little tap on the thigh with her heel and pointed down at her feet, smiling. I grinned and shook my head before grabbing her ankle with one hand and starting my best massage with the other. “You're terrible,†I told her, although I was secretly enjoying it as much as she was. “You're such a mean master.†Zoe only laughed and folded her arms as she watched me work. I caught the teacher give us a passing glance, but I think he knew our weirdness by then, and only gave me a shake of his head as he went back to the paperwork on his desk. Occasionally a classmate would glance over as well, but by then I was way past caring. Zoe and I were living in our own little world, and everyone would just have to deal with it. Of course, I couldn't pass up the chance to sneak a tickle in here and there, and each time I would, Zoe would laugh and act shocked that her 'slave' would be so disobedient.
Eventually, English class ended with a bell ring, and Zoe pulled her freshly-massaged feet away and tucked them back into her flip-flops. “How'd I do?†I asked.
“Four out of Five. I've had better... but not many,†Zoe replied, and as we headed into the halls for our final class, she told me her last plan for the school day. I looked at her in surprise after she'd told me and asked, “Really? You want me to do that?†Zoe only nodded and said, “3:10, be there!â€
And at 3:10 pm, fifteen minutes before the last bell on the last day of school would ring, I asked to go to the bathroom, although I knew the bathroom would not be where I'd be spending my final minutes. Instead, I headed to Zoe's locker, and found her already waiting there, leaning up against it and grinning ear to ear. “This is crazy,†I told her as I approached.
“This is SLAVERY!†Zoe replied and pointed at me with a big, comical look on her face. “Are you sure you can handle it?â€
“I don't have a choice, in case you forgot, master,†I said. I saw that gave Zoe great pleasure.
She turned, put in her combination, and opened her locker. Digging into her bookbag momentarily, she pulled out the pair of handcuffs that had started this whole thing and spun around to face me. “You're the best slave a gal could ask for, you know that?â€
“Oh, I know that,†I answered, turning around and putting my wrists together. I didn't even stop to think how nuts it was we were doing this in school. I felt the cold steel lock around my wrists, and then it was done. I was handcuffed in my own school.
“In you go!†Zoe said cheerily, and I shot her a playful look before backing my way into her locker. It was as cramped as cramped could be inside, my shoulders squished between the two walls of it. I had to slightly bend my knees to get my head inside, and my feet could barely find a resting place that wasn't completely awkward, but when it was all said and done, I fit. “Oh my God, I can't believe you're doing this!†Zoe exclaimed with her hands on her cheeks. “You really ARE the best slave ever!â€
“Yeah, yeah,†I played it off cool, but I was excited as ever. “You better shut me up if you really want to keep me in here.â€
Zoe stared at me then in a strange way, and I knew she really did like me as much as I liked her. She smiled, nodded, and then took out a roll of duct tape from her bag. She ripped off a good sized piece and held it up to my lips. I waited, but she hesitated. Just as I was about to ask her what was wrong, she leaned into the locker and kissed me on the lips instead. When she pulled away I started to tell her how I wanted her to stay, but she sealed my mouth with the tape. “Mmmmph!†I could only mumble as she stared at me as happily as I'd ever seen her stare. “Be back soon... slave.†She told me, waved, and then gently closed the locker door.
And there I was, bound and gagged in Zoe's locker during school hours. I had sure come a long way from the day I first timidly tried on her handcuffs. I wriggled around a bit, and couldn't move an inch. I found that incredibly exciting. As I waited, I saw two different people pass by through the slits in the door, and that was even MORE exciting. Those fifteen minutes flew by in a heartbeat, and I wasn't really scared at all. I was Zoe's property, and that was somehow calming. I listened as the final bell rang, and the halls came alive with good-spirited teenagers, thrilled that their long droll through the school year was finished. I saw Zoe appear in front of the locker and peek in at me, but she waited till the hall had cleared out until she popped the door open. “Freedom!†She shouted and raised her arms in victory. I mumbled my agreement and turned so she could uncuff me. “Oh, I meant from school. Not for you, slave!†I grunted my protest and stepped out of the locker and into the hall. Zoe put her hands on her hips and smirked at me. “I wuv my wittle swavy-wavy!†She cooed and pinched my cheek. I moaned and she finally peeled the tape from my lips.
“Get me out of these cuffs and let's get out of this school!â€
“What did you think of the locker?†She asked as she spun me and unlocked my wrists.
“It... wasn't bad. I kind of liked it, to tell you the truth.â€
“Me too!†She said enthusiastically. “A shame we didn't try it till the last day. We could have had a whole school year of you bound and gagged in my locker.â€
“You would have liked that, wouldn't you?†I teased her, free from the cuffs.
“Not as much as YOU, slave-boy!†She teased back and then we were leaving the school for the rest of the summer.
I took her bus, and the entire ride she sat beside me in a seat towards the front, blowing in my ear, flicking my nose, tickling my ribs, and biting my arm, constantly reminding me that—as her slave—there was nothing I could do about it. I told her she was close to a slave rebellion and we both had a good laugh on that. When the bus finally squealed to a halt a few blocks from her house, we departed and I found myself having to give her a piggyback ride all the way home: which I made about two and a half blocks before giving up. Zoe patted me on the back and told me she liked her slaves nice and worn out. I shouted “Slave Rebellion!†and wound up chasing her most of the last two blocks. When we made it to her doorstep, we were both bent over, out of breath.
“Alright, Slave-Matt,†Zoe began through breaths, “this is your last chance for freedom. You step through these doors and into Madam Zoe's Dungeon of Doom, I can't guarantee your safety!â€
“Do I have a choice? I'm yours, in case you forgot,†I explained, pointing to the fading 'Z' on my forehead.
“And you told your parents?â€
“They don't expect me home till tomorrow,†I said and threw my arms up. “I'm all yours, Master!â€
Zoe smiled and clapped her hands eagerly. “First thing's first, we need to get you out of those clothes!â€
“Yeah... wait, what?†I asked as I followed her into the living room. She shut the door behind me.
“Well you don't expect to wear normal, NON-slave clothes now that you're a slave, do you?†She asked and shook her head. I thought about it for a second, but she cut my brain off with, “Up stairs now! Into the bathroom, slave!†She demanded, but laughed at the end, quickly trying to cover her mouth to hide it.
“Oh, I don't like this,†I grumbled as I obeyed and trudged upstairs to the bathroom.
When I was inside, Zoe slammed the door, leaving me alone for a moment. It was only about a minute before it opened again and Zoe tossed in some new clothes and closed the door again. “You've got one minute, Slave-Matt. Then I'm coming in, so you better be reeaaaaadyyyyy!†I frowned and looked down at what she'd given me. A pair of jogging pants that looked much too small, and a white T-Shirt with some punk rock band on the front, that ALSO looked much too small. I sighed, glanced around the bathroom, realized there was no turning back at this point, and began to undress. I kicked my shoes off, removed my pants and stepped into Zoe's sweats. They were, as expected, too small, resulting in a tight squeeze and the elastic ankle bands only went down to my mid-calves. I shook my head and peeled off my shirt, replacing it with Zoe's punk rocker T. It tightly wrapped around body, and my arms barely fit through the armholes, but I managed to get it on. I stole a glance at myself in the mirror and had to laugh. I looked like an idiot... I also looked kind of buff in a clothing two sizes too small! I started to flex a bit when Zoe opened the door. I looked over and when she saw me, her eyes went wide and she double over laughing.
“Laugh all you want, I like it,†I pointed out my newly-found muscles. “Check these!â€
“What?†Zoe managed between laughs. “Those? Those aren't even anything!â€
“These are something!†I defended my manhood. It was bad enough I was wearing women's clothing.
“Something WEAK,†Zoe corrected me and pointed at me, doubling over in hysterics again.
I smirked. “If you weren't my master, I would punch you.â€
“Trust me, with those arms, I wouldn't feel it,†Zoe said, holding her stomach and deep breathing to recover from her giggle-fit. She looked me up and down and frowned when she looked at my feet. “Hey! I didn't give you those socks! Lose 'em, bub!â€
“I don't really take my socks off in other people's houses. It makes me feel too... intruding.â€
“Says the guy dressed in my clothes!†Zoe said. “Fine, let's go then, Slave-Matt. Downstairs.†Zoe stepped to the side and I moved to step past her, but she stopped me with a hand. I looked over and saw her produce a small length of rope from behind her back.
“Already?†I asked. Zoe nodded and snatched my wrists, placing them together in front of me and wrapping them up in her special way. It never ceased to amaze me how tight she could get it without actually hurting me. When it was done, there was a three foot length of it still left, which Zoe then used to as a leash – walking in front of me and down the steps, giving little tugs. “Clever,†I said and came along.
“Aren't I? Now let's go, little slave! Nice and easy down the stairs here. We wouldn't want our slave to have a fall,†Zoe said and watched me as she gently tugged me downstairs.
“You sure your mom isn't coming home? This would be about the most embarrassing thing in the world to be seen like this.â€
“Not till tomorrow night,†Zoe answered, “which leaves me plenty of time to have my way with you! Muahahaha!â€
She led me like that all the way into the kitchen. When we got there she gave me a little push and I plopped down into one of the chairs. I sat there as she went and got another long piece of rope and began wrapping it around my torso and the back of the chair. When she finally knotted it, my arms and body were pinned down. I tested them and found I couldn't budge from the chair.
“Can you move?†She asked with a smirk.
I struggled to show her I couldn't. “Nope.â€
“Good!†She said, bent down, and tore the socks from my feet. Her fingers brushed against the sides of them as she did and I jerked a bit.
“Hey!†I shouted and tried to sit up, but the ropes quickly reminded me I couldn't.
“Don't want to intrude, huh?†Zoe asked, raising an eyebrow. “I think you just have big 'ole ticklish feet!†She lifted my ankle and ran a few fingers across my sole. I laughed and shouted for her to stop. “Interesting! I'll have to keep that in mind!†She said and got up to go to the fridge.
“What are you doing?†I asked.
“Making us lunch.â€
“You make your slaves lunch?â€
“When they're hungry,†she said with a shrug of her shoulders.
She went about making what looked like two sandwiches, singing and shaking her butt a bit as she did. I liked to think the butt shaking was for me. “There's that lovely singing voice again.†I teased. “I'm looking forward to hearing plenty of that tonight.â€
She turned to me and squinted. “Are you making fun of me?â€
“Nooooooo,†I answered with a grin.
Zoe went back to her sandwich making, singing louder than before. When she was finished, she put them on two plates, set one in front of me, the other beside it, and got a can of soda and two glasses from a shelf. She poured for us and sat down beside me. “Kind of hard to enjoy when I'm wrapped up like this, don't you think?†I asked. She reached over, picked my sandwich up, and lifted it to my mouth. I leaned as much as I could to get a bite, and Zoe pulled it away at the last second, giggling. “Very funny!†I said sarcastically. She held it again, and this time allowed me to get my teeth into it. I chewed off a piece and swallowed. “Not bad.â€
“The Zoe Day Sandwich is a specialty in some parts of the world you know,†Zoe explained, taking a drink of soda, and then raising my glass so I could have some.
We went on like that for some time, chatting about various things, Zoe eating and then feeding me. When the food was gone, and the drinks as well, Zoe cleaned up and I sat bound to my chair watching. “You know, the life of a slave isn't so bad, after all,†I said. “We get fed, and we don't even have to clean up after ourselves.â€
“Oh, don't get too comfortable there, slave-boy,†Zoe said as she washed the dishes. “Danger is around every turn in the poor life of a slave.â€
When she finished, I found myself being dragged into the living room, still chair-bound, and set down in front of the TV. Zoe stuck the remote in my hand and stood before me, hands on hips. “I'm going to take a shower. You get to watch TV.â€
“Sounds good.â€
She bent over and dug through her bookbag till she found the duct tape. “I can't have you shouting for help though, of course.â€
“Oh, come on, Zoe. You know I'm not going to!â€
“I know. But I like to gag you, so...†Zoe smiled, ripped off a piece and smoothed it down over the top of my lips. She stood back, tilted her head, and then decided to stick another piece on. She checked one more time, shook her head. and slapped a third down.
“MMPH!†I finally mumbled my protest.
“It's not my fault you have a big mouth!†She defended herself. “Plus, you're so cute when you're shut up!â€
I grunted and turned on the TV. Zoe spun and headed upstairs to shower.
I sat bound, gagged, and waiting; wondering what was in store for me. As I found out later: Zoe had plenty of ideas.