“But, speaking your mind and forcing me to see your irrational feelings, has earned you a punishment. Remove all of your clothes and get on your hands and knees facing the couch.”
Elise went down the short hallway to her bedroom, leaving me alone. While I shed the rest of my clothes, I prayed that James and Brandon would get here with the crop. I also prayed that everything could be patched up come morning. I think Elise was just scared at the idea of being loved by someone other than Jacob.
She returned with the metal handcuffs she used to restrain me to the wooden pallet each night. I hoped this wouldn’t really be the last night that I was in them. Elise slid the cuffs on the floor under a corner of the couch before closing the metal cuffs around my wrists.
“Don’t move, I’ll be right back,” she warned.
Don’t move? Was she seriously thinking that I’d dare move? Besides, I’d have to lift the couch or somehow rip the leg off of the frame.
I heard Elise go from the spare bedroom, back down the hall to her room, then back to the spare room. The plastic rollers from the closet doors zipped along the track as Elise angrily slid them open and closed.
“Where the hell did I put my crop?”
Elise tore back down the hallway to her room. I could hear the panic in her movements. Since it was Jacob’s crop, I equated her panicked feeling something similar to if someone loses their wedding ring.
She had gone back down the hallway to the spare room. Frantically she opened and slammed the door and the drawers to the vintage armoire that held many of her toy contents. She was really starting to freak out, and I had to calm her.
“Mistress Elise,” I called out.
She ignored me and the four times that I called out for her. In the back of my mind, I could hear James’ voice reminding me that a responsible Top would not leave his or her bottom restrained and unattended. I was fine but still knew that it wasn’t safe. Elise will get there. She just needs time and patience along the way. I am determined to help her.
“Mistress Elise,” I hollered again.
Finally, she acknowledged me.
“What?” she snapped.
“Mistress Elise, please come here. I know where your crop is.”
Elise stormed into the living room. She looked relieved that I knew where Jacob’s crop was.
“Well? Where is it? Are you hiding it?”
“No, Mistress. I know how much you love the crop. I know that it’s special to you. I also know that it was starting to show signs of a lot of use. I knew that you’d never want to use another crop because you’re very connected to the one you have. It just needed a little care—”
“What did you do, Andrew?” I was caught off guard by the amount of manic anger in her voice and hand gestures. She was really pissed. “Answer me now!” she screamed.
I was still on my hands and knees and had to arch my back and head so I could see her better.
“Answer me this instant! Where is Jacob’s crop?”
“I gave it to James for conditioning and repair—”
“You did what?” Elise screeched as she began to stalk the length of the fireplace. “Why in the hell would you have done that?”
“I know how much it means to you, and I wanted to have it conditioned so you can enjoy it, so you didn’t break it,” I explained. I tried to round my back a bit to ease some of the pressure from being in the same position, cuffed to the leg of her couch.
“Oh, my God, Andrew! You had no right to do that! That crop was not yours to touch!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress Elise,” I apologized.
Elise ran to her clutch on the entryway table and retrieved her cell phone.
“When did you give James the crop? Maybe I can still stop him.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress Elise. The crop has been repaired. James was going to bring it by this evening.”
“You son of a bitch!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
