Chapter 30 HIM

Chapter 30

HIM

Disappointment hits me hard. I couldn't wait to get home, but the girl just cowers in her cage. The door is open, yet she hasn't come out. She hasn't moved at all. She's like a doll. I realize quite suddenly that I don't care. Our sessions have become almost mundane. With her being obedient and silently crying when disciplined for an infraction I had to trick her into committing. It's almost like she doesn't even want to be punished.

What the hell?

True submissives crave their masters' attention. But when I ignore her, she seems relieved. This is not how this is supposed to go.

Is she another failure? Or have I simply done my job too well and made her the perfect submissive in a short amount of time?

Whatever the reason, I'm beginning to tire of her.

Maybe I need an older woman, someone with life experience, someone who craves the punishment I seek to give. Someone who will make the game more interesting.

I open my laptop and turn on the VPN. I begin with a general search for new articles and videos about me that have hit the internet over the past day. So many links! Major stations are taking an interest in me. People are fascinated. I'm becoming a national star.

Many of the articles and videos are rehashing previous stories. I scan the dates for new entries. Clips from the town hall are amusing. I like watching the sheriff and FBI agent get metaphorically smacked over and over. Whose idea was it to put two females on the case? Why not send a man from the FBI to take charge? These two are out of their element.

Bright side: I seem brilliant in comparison. I'm yanking their strings over and over, and they are reacting exactly as I predict. I'm not just the Master—I'm the Puppet Master. They are fun to manipulate. I can't wait to see what they do with my next surprise.

Maybe someday one of them could be in my cage. Neither of them would cower for hours on end. Of that I am sure.

I flex my fingers before taking to the keyboard again.

As I type, temptation takes hold. I stare at the submissive. Has she even moved an inch? Disinterested, I turn back to the laptop. There are so many more women willing to take her place. My fingers type the letters before I can stop them. I read the link in the search bar. CuffMe.com. Desire to engage swims inside me. I could find a new, more interesting target.

I glance at her again. She is a zombie, hunched over, staring at the floor of the crate.

Boring. The only thing that would make her more interesting is her actively dying. For a few seconds, I let the image play. Then I shut it down before it controls me. It's too soon. I won't rush her finale. I will savor it.

My hand hovers over the Enter key.

I shouldn't.

It's risky.

I deactivated that account for a reason.

And yet ... I can't help myself.

Fuck it. I need to do something. My current situation isn't working.

I press Enter.