Surprise! Surprise!

Chapter 2: The Game Annoys

Emily had inherited the old farmhouse and the surrounding property a few years earlier when her father died. The land had not been farmed in many years and now was largely woodland. The long driveway was tree lined but eventually opened up into a well-manicured yard with the farmhouse and barn and a few other structures throughout the opening.

After parking the car, Emily went around to the other side, unbuckled Jane, and then helped her out of the car. Again, she led her charge with her arm draped over Jane's shoulders to the front door. But before opening the door, she lifted the scarf that had been covering Jane's handcuffs. Then she rolled it into a band and held it up in front of Jane's eyes. It was obvious to Jane that her friend and her captor meant to blindfold her.

"Do you trust me?" asked Emily.

"Not one bit," retorted Jane.

Emily laughed. "That's okay. You probably shouldn't. But at least I know you love me." With that, she tied the scarf around Jane's head, stealing all sight from her.

"Does it get better?" asked Jane, sarcastically.

"Oh, it gets much better. You're going to love it."

Emily opened the door and led Jane inside, keeping her arm around Jane's waist to steer her and avoid any collisions. Jane felt herself being turned this way and that but knew at all times where she was since she had been in the house so many times.

"Oh. You pulled up the carpet," said Jane as an effort to frustrate her captor. She figured that if she demonstrated that she was not being confused and that she knew what was going on around her, then Emily might grow tired of the game.

"Yep. Too many blood stains," Emily shot back,causing Jane to stop dead in her tracks. Emily laughed and gave Jane a swat on the bottom. "Just kidding," she said. But it was still enough to melt away a little more of Jane's confidence.

Emily drew Jane to a halt. "I'm going to uncuff you first. Are you going to be a good girl?"

"I'm always a good girl, Nanny Em" replied Jane in a childish singsong voice, trying to mock Emily's question. "You know I am."

Emily laughed and patted Jane on the top of her head. "Yes you are such a good girl."

Jane felt Emily's fingers fumbling with one of the cuffs and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt it open. But before she could celebrate too much, she felt that arm being raised quickly and heard the ominous sound of the cuffs being clicked shut again.

"Oh my god! What do you think you are doing?" exclaimed a surprised and frustrated Jane.

"I think I'm just doing you the favor that I promised. No decisions. No responsibilities."

Jane was quickly growing tired of the game and started to pull at her binding. But she let out a loud "Ouch" when her efforts led to the metal cuffs digging into the tender flesh of her wrist. Emily had left one cuff attached to Jane's right wrist but had attached its mate to a steel ring embedded in the wall above her captive's head.

Jane reached up with her newly freed hand and ripped off her blindfold to glare at Emily. "You have a lot of explaining to do!"

"I keep telling you, but you don't listen. I explain but you don't understand." Emily reached out to stroke Jane's cheek but Jane swatted away the hand. "I already told you. I'm giving you a vacation from decisions and responsibilities."

"You call this a vacation?!?!" shouted Jane, indignantly.

"Of course I do," smiled Emily. "Would lashing both arms to the wall be better?"

Jane just shook her head in disbelief. "No, that won't make it better. This is fine." Then she shook her head again as she realized what she had just said. This wasn't fine. This wasn't fine at all.

"Okay. One hand free. The other hand bound," said Emily cheerfully. "That will make it easier for you to get out of your clothes."

"What!?!?!?!" shouted Jane again, her voice rising a few octaves this time.

"Slavegirls should be kept naked. Surely you knew that," replied Emily, feigning surprise at the question.

"I'm not a slavegirl. And I think you had better let me go now. This is getting too weird for me."

"Hmmm. Not a slavegirl. Maybe I missed something." Emily furrowed her brow as if in contemplation. "Let's see. Slavegirls are girls. And you certainly qualify there." She reached out and quickly gave Jane's left breast a gentle poke.

"Stop that!" admonished Jane.

"So the real question is 'are you a slave?'" she went on. "Well slaves are people who are owned by other people. And I claimed you today. So that makes you my property. Yep, you are my slave. So that makes you my slavegirl."

"Oh god I can't believe this is happening to me," groaned Jane.

"Oh, it's really happening to you, pip. And it's great for both of us. I get a new toy and you have no worries in the world. Now off with the clothes."

"Em, please be reasonable. Let me go and we can forget this ever happened."

Emily ignored Jane's plea and, instead, went to a table, picking up what Jane immediately recognized as a whip. She smiled sweetly as she walked back to Jane and lifted the wip to caress Jane's cheek with the leather.

"You wouldn't dare," growled Jane.

"Oh wouldn't I?" responded Emily in a sweet tone. Before Jane could react, the whip whistled through the air and cracked loudly on Jane's bottom. Thankfully, the shorts absorbed most of the impact, but it was still enough to elicit a howl out of the captive girl.

"That hurt!" she cried out.

"It was supposed to hurt. Now start peeling before you get another one."

Jane continued to glare defiantly at her captor. "I won't!" she proclaimed. This was immediately followed by another whistle and crack.

"Suit yourself," said Emily as she reached back to swing the whip again.

"Stop!" shrieked Jane. "Why are you doing this? What did I do to make you mad?"

"Oh little one," said Emily who dropped the whip and rushed forward to hug Jane. "You haven't made me mad at all. I love you."

"Then why are you hurting me?" sniffled Jane, tearfully.

"Because you chose it, pip. You could have obeyed me but you chose pain instead."

"I didn't," Jane sobbed. "I never wanted to be whipped."

"Then you should just take off your clothes like a good little girl. Okay?" asked Emily as she stroked Jane's hair and tilted her head forward to kiss her forehead.

"Okay. But no more whips, okay?"

"Well no more that are not deserved," replied Emily. With that weak reassurance, Jane struggled out of her clothes until only the shoulder strap of her shirt dangled from her cuffed arm. Emily solved that problem by cuffing the other wrist to the wall and releasing the original one, leaving Jane standing in all of her naked glory.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my," exclaimed Emily. "Oh my how you have grown." She reached out and cupped a breast in her hand causing Jane to shrink away.

"Oh Em," whispered Jane. "What's going on? Did you go lez or something?"

Emily laughed. "No way. That would be too boring. I'm very diverse in my tastes. You might even consider my tastes eclectic."