Volume One - Greta
the Strict
Written by Donna
Chapter 1
It was completely her choice she was told, but it was a choice she had to make
soon because her study permit was now at an end and her VISA was up for renewal;
there was no time to spare. She
could sign the documents that would allow her to stay with Greta or in the very
least let Greta find her a new sponsor as promised.
Staying with Greta, thought Tanya would probably mean having to go to school again and suffering the bizarre punishments and humiliating things that Greta had put her through. Greta did put her through the business course, she was grateful for that, but it was a course that Tanya definitely paid for emotionally and physically. “Besides” she thought to herself, “I have a diploma now perhaps I could try to find a job”. She had settled it in her mind then, when Greta came back to the cellar to untie her and release her she would tell her about her intentions. She hoped it would be soon as it was starting to get chilly; even the hood covering her head wasn’t offering much protection against the cool air of the storage cellar. She wondered if she could eat dinner after wearing the penis gag for two hours, her jaw would be sore and raw as it had been in the past, and this gag was particularly quite large. "Oh well", she could wait she thought, what was another half an hour? She had done long spells like this before, and besides it would allow her to reflect. The darkness off the flaps covering her eyes would give her an opportunity to think of places she could apply for work. It was oddly serene, but the darkness had it's own unpleasentries; The occasional spider scattering across her bare legs and stomach, and the occasional tiny quirks and screeches from the rats in the back of the fruit shelves were terrifying. She knew one thing for sure she was never going to mess up the TV controller again.
"I
should have given her an enema as well"
Greta thought to herself, "Or better yet an enema with black
pepper." She was brooding
in silence as she readjusted the controller to the way she had it before, it was
hard enough to learn it once without having to fix it after Tanya had screwed it
up. She started wondering if a
sound strapping was in order but then abandoned the thought, thinking to herself
it was only a matter of time before she would mess something else up.
She wondered to herself what Tanya had decided to do about her VISA
sponsorship. If Greta kept her it
meant she would have a fulltime live in maid and tension reliever, something to
vent her frustrations out on. If
she decided to leave, it meant Greta could sell her as a slave to the first
buyer that could pay her price. Greta
could make herself some money and would not have to worry about forms and
reports about Tanya anymore. Either
way, Greta couldn’t lose, it was a win/win situation.
She was about to get up to go and release Tanya but decided to let her
think about it a little more. “A
nice cup of tea, then I’ll read my paper watch my morning TV shows, phone my
friend, and then I guess I’ll go release the illiterate.”
Sipping her tea she smiled and withdrew
slowly into her chair smiling.
An hour had passed and Tanya was minutes away from dozing off for another nap in dark silence when she heard the footsteps descend the twisting stairs to the lower basement. If she could have smiled she would have. Her chest arched in anticipation of her release but then she began to worry as the footsteps faded in the other direction towards the supply room. She resigned herself to another long period of isolation when to her surprise the she heard the cellar door creak open. She felt her wrists being unbuckled from the table, then her ankles and finally her hood. As Greta slid the penis gag out of Tanya's mouth a large amount of saliva came with it and her face contorted in pain as she struggled to get her jaw back into a sense of normalcy. Her fears of a sore jaw were exactly how she had anticipated them; Her face muscles were aching but at the same time it felt great to able to move her mouth again. Tanya sat up on the edge of the table and struggled to give Greta a smile. Greta sat beside her and acknowledged her labored smile and smiled back, she handed her Tanya's slippers and stroked her hair gently as she spoke.
“Now
sweetie, do you know why I put you down here Tanya?”
“Yes I am so stupid, please forgive me Greta. I try to change channel on TV and make big mess. I try to fix and make worse. So stupid, very sorry Greta.”
“You know you deserve a strapping too Tanya. The TV guy had to come and re-program the TV. But it’s ok I understand you are stupid, so I will let it go this time, but next time it will be much worse for you. Now, are your legs cold? Perhaps next time we’ll put pants on instead of those short shorts and T-shirt top. How about your feet? I know you had these white socks on. But were they cold?”
“No they are good, still warm and not chilly at all. On top of my legs maybe little bit cold, but not too bad.”
“Ok good Tanya now go upstairs when your ready, and wash because dinner is ready. I am sure you must be hungry.”
At the dinner table, Tanya told Greta of her decision and was a little taken back that Greta freely accepted and was not angry. Tanya was shocked to hear the terms of her departure however. Greta had decided to sell her as a servant or slave, at a fixed price. Greta would also agree to give a portion of that money to Tanya as a nest egg to be held in trust or deposited into an account of Tanya's choosing. Tanya was adamant but Greta was a genius at explaining things so that they not only sound legal but rewarding as well. Together they threw some ideas back and forth and settled on a sum of $15,000. Tanya would go to whomever could pay the desired fee which they both agreed was a reasonable price. In turn Greta agreed to a proposal put forth by Tanya; that Tanya be allowed to screen her sponsors. So it was settled between the two that they would part company and it seemed both we’re pleased at the idea. Greta only had one more thing to figure out, and that was how much to give to Tanya.
Next Chapter...The Clientele.