A Test

 They sat across each other still holding their mugs, eyes peeking over the steamy rims, hiding smiles that only a new house could buy.  A set of keys sitting the middle of the table might as well be a new born baby, soundtracked by the real estate agent's car driving off.  All the late night study sessions, passing those dreaded exams and finally nailing their promotions, now paying off while lifting the anxiety of dreaming to be a homeowner, now replaced with wall paint decisions and weekend warrior project plans.

"Babe, I know it's hard to be authentic even though I have to give you a list but it's up to you to make it surprising to me. I trust you babe".  Just last night these were still her utterances to reassure his hesitance about how their relationship will be by introducing the lifestyle in their new house.

They both took time off from work because there was some work needed to be done prior to moving in and they weren't afraid of rolling up their sleeves. Besides the gauntlet of home buying didn't leave much room to hire contractors like you see on TV. The plan was to spend a week at the house and spend each day making it ready enough just to move in their stuff from the small apartment they shared.  They also knew they wanted a private space to play but they needed to decide how they would work it into the layout of the home.  Morning came, packed and ready to stay over for first night, they head out with thoughts of getting a lay of the land, figure in a few Home Depot runs, Home Goods, Michael's, the usual.

The empty living room welcomed them, nothing to offer but that was all about to change.  They popped into each room smiling and kissing each other as they made all hopeful comments and cheeky love talk as any new couple should prancing through their new home. A few store runs and evening came so they decided to settle in.  A mattress on the floor in the basement was more than enough for them. Ordered Chinese, fired up the laptop and watched movies on the his laptop until they fell asleep.

((click))....her eyes opened. A little groggy but able to see him picking up the laptop and the bags from the take out. as she raised up she immediately felt a heavy weight around neck and in moving to sit up out of shock saw and heard a long chrome chain running down her chest.  At the other end the chain was padlocked to an 80lb kettle bell. The fright swept over her body as she jumped up to challenge this madness. He stepped back as she walked towards him and the chain reached its length and pulled her back.They stood staring at each other, fright and concern in her eyes, a prided smug from his. He reached out and handed her a piece of paper, turned and walked up the stairs and closed the door echoed by her shouting which did nothing.  As she heard the keys lock the door she turned her attention to the paper in her hand...it was a list of instructions.
"Rules", it said, at the top.
No Speaking
Only come upstairs when I open the door.
I will give you chores to do each day.

They spoke about this before and had sessions for fun, she even gave him a list and contract thinking this is what she would consider if they ever gave the topic a second thought....in the future. The car door slams, starts up and drives off. Still standing there a wave of emotions flood through her body.  He'll come back in a few minutes, come downstairs laughing and say its all a prank right? But after 30 minutes she needed to pee but the bathroom was upstairs.  Starting to worry, her eyes wondered around the hollow basement and she caught sight of an old white pot peeking out from behind the stair case.  She looked at the distance and realised that for the first time she will have to lift or drag the kettle bell if she really wanted to pee.  Being willing and ready for all the lifting and pulling for a home renovation was all well and good but not dragging an 80lb kettlebell 20 feet to pee. The ordeal didn't become real until she found herself squatting over a cooking pot, pulling his white t-shirt up in her hands and her black boy shorts down to her ankles. 

He came back after some time, evening it seems. Left for an entire day to her own thoughts of what was happening, flowing between wonder, excitement curiosity, anxiety, boredom.  It's like she was shelved and put away until he was ready to use her again. Glad to hear his footsteps, upset for doing this, but still hoping to hear this was all a prank. Staring from the bottom of the steps, breathing heavy from shuffling the weight over, she waited for the grand entrance. His footsteps kept moving, she heard him walk to various sides of the house and waited eagerly for the steps to echo at the top of the stairs, her mouth was fired to go. A few minutes became 10 minutes.  Arms folded and steaming as 10 became 15, 30, 45, footsteps still working the new hardwood floors but...he...never...came.  "Is he really leaving me down here" thinking to herself as the time passed. This was real now but she still hoped this might be a payback prank for all the stories they shared about this dark world. Angry but she dragged her way back to the bed and went to bed, hungry, dirty, tired. She was left for the entire night.

Her sleep missed his steps but she was woken up by the door opening and as he came down the stairs she stood up not knowing to be angry, happy or turned on. "Ok you got my babe, a full day, now I know what being a slave is like".  As soon as the last word left her lips he grabbed the back of her hair and shoved her face down on the bed, pulled down her underwear and gave her 10 hard spanks while the other hand shoved her face against the pillow.  He let her turn over and before her lips moved he shoved the piece of paper in her face pointing at instruction number one..."No Speaking".  He stood up and just stared at her with a serious face.  She couldn't tell if she decided to play along or she was too shocked to speak. He pointed for her to go upstairs and walked away, leaving her to make her way, lifting the 80lb kettlebell step by step.  When she finally made her way to the top, tired and out of breath she saw him sitting in a newly bought arm chair with his legs crossed reading a magazine.  Her eyes then caught the opposite side of the living room.  A table so short that even a child would have to sit on the ground to use it.  On top, a plate with a sandwich, a cup and an open napkin with her vitamin bottle on it.

"Eat" he said and continued reading. Physically drained from an entire day of no food and dragging the weight up a flight of steps, then realising that arguing lead to punishment, she complied and hustled the weight over to the table. After she ate he surprisingly walked over, lifted the kettlebell and walked her over to the bathroom. He took her clothes off and bathed her like she was a baby, gave her another tshirt and boy shorts she packed.  But he walked out the bathroom and left her to carry the weight out.  Still a small gleam in her eyes waiting to hear its over she stood there waiting in the living room.  But all he did was point to the basement, lifted the weight and took her back down.  This time he didn't leave her alone. Without asking he put her on her hands and knees, pulled down her shorts and fucked her, then he left her alone and left the house. In the evening he repeated the mornings routine, upstairs, eat, shower, downstairs, pulled her shorts down. 
Another day would go buy like this.  With never ending hours to spare with nothing to read or watch and no one to communicate with, her mind went through a circus of depleting thoughts, she reduced and the lines of her deciding to comply blurred.  The third morning, a little earlier than normal the door opens.  It took her a few seconds to wake up and realise. No voice echoed down the steps as usual so she knew it was time to drag the weight and her tired sleepy self upstairs. After a few minutes she arrived and stood in the middle of the living room floor.  Confusion, anxiety, fatigue, laced her face as she waited for the day's event. But today he didn't utter an instruction, he just stared at her a moment longer than usual then he got up and this movement froze her.  He walked over to her, leaned in to her face as if to kiss her but passed her lips and went to her ear, "hi baby, did you enjoy that?".