It has been almost two months now, since I was enslaved. Several parties have been hosted at my place, and Jon has pocketed all the money that he has made. He sold all my things to pay for bondage gear that now litter my apartment. My place reeks from old garbage, beer, and piss. Its a disgusting mess. In the middle of it all is a cage where I sleep and stay when my master Jon is away.
Jon doesn't realize, but when he leaves me alone I have been working as hard as I can to escape. I have come close several times. Today I used all the strength and determination I have to get free. I pushed on my cage, and finally it popped open.
I had a collar locked around my neck and still sported my red mohawk but I didn't care, I was finally free!!
I ran through my apartment but the only clothing I could find were Jon's, and he was much taller then me. I grabbed a pair of his boxer shorts, which fit me more like a pair of shorts would, and one of his wife beater shirts that hung loose off my body. I put on his oversized flip flops and ran out the door.
When I was on the street in front of my apartment people walking by me gagged and avoided eye contact. I forgot about my bright red mohawk and smell of urine. Shit, I should have taken a shower in the apartment and tried to do something about how I look before I left. I didn't have a key to my apartment anymore so there was no way I would be able to get back inside. Now I had to figure out what to do about my mohawk, I looked like a freak! I ran down the ally beside my apartment. I found a pot hole and used the water to wash the gel and crusty piss from my hair.
It didn't help much. I couldn't go out in town like this. I was too embarrassed about my looks. I knew I would have to wait for the night time. I was starving so I went over to the dumpster and scrummaged through the trash till I found some things to eat. Damn, I hadn't had decent food in a long time. It tasted great!
I was full and grabbed an old worn out blanket and curled up behind the dumpster. I fell asleep, making plans for the evening and where I would go.
I woke up to the some sounds in the ally, someone was walking down towards the dumpster. I pulled the blanket over my head and held my breath. It was small behind the dumpster so my backside was sticking out. I hoped that whoever was throwing out their trash wouldn't see me.
"You have got to be one of the stupidest bitches I have ever met." His voice sent shivers down my back. How could he have found me? How did he know it was me huddled behind the dumpster? "You escape and only get as far as the dumpster down here? Thats it? And then you hide behind a dumpster and leave your tattoo sticking out for the whole world to see?" Jon said
Thats when I felt the cool evening breeze on my ass. His large shorts must have slipped down while I was sleeping and I didn't notice. I finally pulled back the sheet and looked up at him. He didn't have me yet, there may still be a chance. I bolted up quickly and tried to run, only to find out that how I had been sleeping behind the dumpster, had made my leg fall asleep. I collapsed on the ground.
Jon just laughed at me, walked over and attached a leash to the collar I had been unable to remove, and started to drag me to the ally door. What a wasted opportunity. What punishment was in store for me now?