Chapter Four
My life returned to a semblance of normalcy for the next few weeks, of course there remained the invisible evidence of my control, well visible to me anyway. I woke up every morning and realised exactly who controlled me, and all with bits of plastic. There was the regular humiliation of having to ask Chloe for the key for the padlock, so that I could roll back the rubber flap for cleaning myself. I also had to prove to her that I had replaced both the flap and the lock, in line with her instructions which was a very strange feeling, and bloody demeaning.
Chloe took great delight in reminding me of her control over me, she took any opportunity to enforce my subjection to her. She would even take out the silver necklace that she now wore continually just to fiddle with the ke
