Page 1 of Under Their Watch

Chapter One

Rhea

I am kneeling onthe kitchen floor and rice is digging into my knees. I still have thirty minutes left, but I’ve been here for two and a half hours. I messed up again, and I am punished when I mess up. I failed to put Marvin’s clothes away properly, even though I know how to do it. I was incredibly sick, but that’s no excuse. I should have planned better so I could get my chores done.

I am twenty-seven years old, and I have no control over my life. Marvin tells me what to wear, when to talk, what to say, where to go, and everything else in between. I have gone months without leaving the house before. He works early and gets home late, so I’m alone most of the time. That is both a blessing and a curse.

When we first got together, I thought he was the protector I needed. He saved me from my family, only to find out that I wasbasically just a transaction. My dad wanted to publish a book, and Marvin wanted a wife. Marvin works for Genesis Press as a publishing agent. Marvin promised me that he would help me get published as well. As the months went by, I realized that was never going to happen. The one time I tried to leave him, he beat me so badly that I was in the hospital for four days.

He tells me that I should be lucky to have a dominant like him and that every submissive needs a firm hand to lead them through life. I don’t know what to believe anymore. When I have internet privileges, I research BDSM. The things that I find are not the things that he practices with me. Marvin says that brats are just submissives who need a good beating. The Internet tells me that brats have a unique way of submitting to a dominant, and they are not being disobedient, only challenging their dominant to prove themselves to the submissive.

All I know is that Marvin does not accept the word “no,” because submissives are not supposed to have limits. They are supposed to happily accept anything that their dominant gives them. A submissive with limits is not truly submissive because the dominant has all the power.

When the timer goes off, I stand up and brush the rice off of my knees. My back, hips, and legs hurt. I need to clean up my mess or else I will just get in trouble again. I quickly sweep up the rice and put it back in the container that he uses for punishments. I realize that I have to pee. I am supposed to ask for permission to pee, no matter if he is here or not. I have a cell phone that is blocked from doing everything except contacting Marvin, so I pull it out and send him a text.

Me

May I use the restroom, Master?

Marvin

No. You can wait until I get home.

Master, I have been sitting for three hours. I have not been to the restroom all day.

I said no. You can wait.

Yes, Master.

I sigh heavily and slip my phone back into my pocket. I need to find something to distract me, so maybe I won’t piss on myself. I set into cleaning anything and everything, but I can’t focus. My bladder feels like it’s going to explode at any minute. I’m going to get into so much trouble for this, but I have to, or I will be in even more trouble for pissing myself. I rush to the bathroom. As soon as I open the door, I hear the chime sound.

Fuck. I forgot about that.

Sometimes, he makes me hold my pee all day. He put an alarm on the door so that he will know if I go into the bathroom. This chime will make him aware of my disobedience. I didn’t even realize he turned it on today. My phone dings in my pocket and I sigh.

Marvin

Use the bathroom, get dressed in the black dress to the far left of the closet, and sit on the couch.

Me

Yes, Master.

Fuck. I don’t know what he is going to do, but I’m confused that we are leaving the house for it. Maybe he won’t break anything if we are in public. I do as he says as quickly as I can. I know that I must be presentable when we go out, which means I have to put on a full face of makeup.

When I feel like I am the best I’m going to look, I go to the living room and sit on the couch. I know he will find a fault. He always does. It’s like putting lipstick on a pile of shit. Under the makeup and clothes, I am still short, fat, and ugly. I know it. Marvin knows it. Everyone knows it. I am hardly five feet tall, my thighs touch, I jiggle way too much, and I have a big belly. I’ve tried to lose weight, but nothing works. Marvin has me running five miles a day on the treadmill, but I haven’t lost but about ten pounds in six months. I’m honestly not even sure why he is with me.

Marvin has plenty of women at his beck and call, but still requires me to suck him off every night. I hate it so much. If it didn’t taste so nasty, maybe that would be better. It also doesn’t help that he doesn’t shower until morning, so I get to deal with whatever funk he has going on. Once, I threw up on him. It was worth the busted lip, because I’d rather die than taste that again.

The front door comes open and I freeze. Marvin ignores me and goes back to the bedroom, so I stay where I am. He is back therefor a few minutes and I am growing worried about what he will do. Marvin only recently started working back in the office. He was home for a while but now, he is back to working his long shifts. He is home early today, so maybe he is in a better mood than usual?

“Get up,” Marvin barks. I jump up and my body is trembling as he moves to tower over me. I flinch when he brings his hands to my neck, but he only puts a collar around me. He choked me with a rope while he fucked me a few nights ago, so I know this is to hide the bruise he left behind.

“I’m sorry, Master,” I whisper and keep my eyes down. He grabs my chin and jerks my head up so that I am looking at him.

“We are going out and I don’t want to hear a single word come out of your mouth. I don’t care who says what to you, I do the talking. Understand?” he asks.

“Yes, Master,” I say quietly. He hates when I talk to loudly, so I always try to keep my voice down. “May I ask where we are going?”

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