Chapter Four
A few weeks later I tried to use my cell phone while I was at work. For some reason I had no service. Using the phone at my desk, I called my Mistress. I knew I had just violated one of her rules, but I was looking for an answer.
“Mistress, I’m sorry for calling, but my cell phone isn’t working. I was forced to use the phone in my office.”
“I know, slave. I had to shut it off. I had no choice.”
“Why, Mistress? What do you mean, you had to.”
“It’s very simple. You had to cut back.”
“But I must make enough money. I’ve never had this problem before.”
“Are you questioning my handling of your money?”
Instantly I knew I had crossed the line.
“I’m sorry, Mistress, but….”
“Oh, you’ll be sorry,” she interjected, shutting me off in mid-sentence.
“But how will you be able to
