Love's Confinement

Chapter 1: Introduction

It has been five years since Riley and I became girlfriends, five years of exploring the depths of our desires and the boundaries of our love. We have lived a life that most people would consider unconventional, but to us, it is everything. I am Lacey, her pet, her plaything, her loyal companion, and her lover.

The moment I entered this world we made, I knew that I had found something unique, something that would satiate the insatiable hunger within me for submission and love. Riley, with her now short blonde hair and piercing brown eyes, took control of me in a way that no one ever had. She saw the submissive soul within me, the one that craved to be dominated, to be used, and to be loved.

Our relationship is not for the faint-hearted.

Our lives are surrounded by the taboo lifestyle we gave birth to, and we embrace it with all its complexities. This is our world, where our house is more than just a home; it's our sanctuary, our playground, and my dungeon. Hidden cameras monitor my every move, ensuring that I stay submissive and Riley stays in control.

I lay naked on the carpet floor in our bedroom's walk-in closet, the soft material tickling my skin. The only thing I wore was the black leather collar around my neck, engraved with my name in bold letters. It was a stark contrast to the gold and silver jewelry that Riley favored, but it was my badge of honor, my symbol of devotion to her.

My eyes fluttered open in the dark closet as I heard Riley's morning alarm go off at 5 AM, a harsh sound that seemed to shatter the peace of the early morning. I stayed in the dark closet, not making a sound, I heard her leave the bedroom. The floorboards creaked slightly as she walked towards the bathroom, each step a comforting rhythm that I had grown accustomed to over the years. I could hear the water in the shower turn on.

As I lay there, I couldn't help but think about the previous nights. Riley had been having me return to the closet early every night with no loving embrace or sexual act. I would ask if something is wrong, but I am only allowed to speak when she wishes.

So, I continue laying on the ground, the carpet prickling my skin as the minutes tick by. The closet is dark, both literally and metaphorically, a place I retreat to when not serving Riley's needs. Time passes slowly, each second a quiet plea for her return. An hour later, I hear the bedroom door creak open, the sound causing my heart to flutter with anticipation. I listen intently as Riley begins to get dressed.

I hear the rustle of fabric, the jingle of her charm bracelet as she slips it on, and the soft click of the closet door as Riley touches the doorknob. I tense up, my heart pounding against the carpet. I hear the sound of the lock turning. The metal clicks into place, but the door remains shut. For a moment, I'm confused, my body aching to stand and greet her. I wait, my breath shallow, my hands clenched into fists.

A few seconds later, I hear her footsteps move away from the door.

I want to scream, to beg her to come back, to explain why she's doing this, ignoring me. But I'm not allowed to speak. Instead, I whisper to myself, "She's not going to give me a morning greeting again?" The silence in the closet grows heavier, pressing against my ears. I hear Riley walk out of the bedroom, her footsteps echoing in the hall. The sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor echoes in the air as she descends staircase. I strain my ears, trying to keep track of where she is in the house. Then, I hear the unmistakable jangle of keys. She's leaving for work.

The sound of the front door closing echoes through the house, and I let out a sigh of relief. Even though I'm basically her pet, she does allow me more freedoms while she's away. I can watch TV, use my phone, my laptop, and even workout, as long as I follow the rules we've agreed on.

I have been following these rules for a long time now. They include, but not limited to: The house must remain clean every day. I am not to leave the house unless told to. I may not speak unless told to. I must shower at least once a day. I am only allowed to eat and drink what is in the pink lunchbox in the fridge. I must wear my collar at all times, no matter what. I can wear what I want when I am at home alone, but must be declothed before Riley gets home. I may walk on my feet, but must be on knees and crawl when Riley is home. I must obey whatever Riley commands of me.

Now that Riley has left, I stand up in the closet and open the door, letting the sunlight from the windows beam in, revealing my couple of pillows and blankets I have in the closet. My eyes squint at the sudden brightness, and I blink several times, allowing them to adjust. The sun warms my naked body, a stark contrast to the cool darkness of the closet. I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of fresh linens and Riley's perfume lingering in the air.

Stepping out of the closet, I stretch my limbs, feeling the familiar ache from lying on the carpet floor all night. I look up slightly at the camera in the corner of the room. It lights up blue every time it senses movement and records. There are caneras all throughout the house, a way for Riley to watch and check on me while she is at work.

I walk to the bathroom and grab my cellphone laying on the dresser on my way, my feet sinking slightly into the plush carpet of the bedroom. The bathroom is a sanctuary within the sanctuary, with marble countertops and floors, and a large soaking tub that calls my name. Rikey and I have had many experiences in this bathroom.

I turn on the shower, the water heating up quickly, and step inside, the hot water cascading over my body.

I let out a sigh of contentment, the warmth seeping into my muscles, relaxing them. The shower is one of the few places where I can let go, where I can be alone with my thoughts. I soap up quickly, the scent of lavender filling the room, and rinse off.

After my shower, I get dressed. Normally, I would wear pajamas, but today, I am going to dress in black leggings, nice shoes, and a crop top. I glance at myself in the mirror, tucking a stray piece of my black straight hair behind my ear.

Over the past month, I have been sneaking out for an hour or two. I've been quietly studying the cameras of the house and have found a massive blind spot in the hall, near the windows. It's risky, but the thrill of it, the freedom, it's intoxicating. Especially since Riley has been ignoring me, not giving me much attention.

As I finish getting dressed, I hear my cellphone vibrate on the dresser. I walk over to it, picking it up, and see a message notification from Jess. My heart skips a beat, and a small smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. Jess and I had met on a social media app for making friends a few months ago. We have so much in common, from our love for alternative rock music to our shared disdain for reality TV shows. Our conversations had gone from casual to deeper, more personal ones.

"Hey, gorgeous. :) How was your night in the closet?" her message read.

I quickly type back, "Hey Jess. It was the same, you know how it is. How about your night?" I hit send and wait for her response.

My eyes flick to the camera in the corner, a nervous habit I've developed over the years. Jess actually knows about my lifestyle. She even knows not to text me till Riley leaves, then we stop texting and I delete the messages before Riley gets back home.

Jess: Are we able to hang out for a little while?

Me: Yes! I am almost ready! Meet me down the street?

Jess: Thank God! Cause I already drove over here! Ha!

Me: Awh, you know you didn't have to come early and wait!

Jess: I know, but I want to make use of the full hour.

Me: Haha stop being so perfect.

Jess: You first! Now hurry up and get your butt over here!

Me: okay! Heading out now!

I finish getting ready, my heart pounding with anticipation and a touch of anxiety. I glance one last time at my reflection in the mirror, my blue eyes meeting my own gaze. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for what I'm about to do.

I walk out of the bedroom, my steps quick and purposeful. As I move into the hallway, I try to be careful to not make much noises, but I can't help the slight click of my shoes echoing in the otherwise silent house. The camera in the corner watches me, its blue light blinking on, tracking my every move. I can feel its gaze on me, but I don't let it deter me. I know the blind spot.

I see the camera pointing down the hallway, its lens aimed directly at the space between me and the end of the hall. I glance at the blind spot where there are a couple of windows. I walk over there slowly. Reaching the windows, I look up and see that the blue light has turned off.

"Perfect." I think to myself as I turn towards the window.

I look out, seeing the beautifully manicured garden below, the high iron gates surrounding the property, and the quiet street beyond due to everyone at work. I open the window, the cool morning air brushing against my skin. I look down, my stomach doing a flip as I see the drop below. But I push my fear aside, reminding myself of the freedom that awaits me on the other side of this wall. I climb out of the window, my hands gripping the ledge as I carefully lower myself onto the roof. I turn around and close the window shut behind me. I have to be careful not to slip as I walk towards the edge of the roof. My heart races as I look down, but I have gotten used to climbing down off the roof.

I take a deep breath and carefully lower myself down, my hands gripping the gutter until I can jump the last few feet to land in the soft bush below. The bushes are well-manicured, but they still groan under my weight, and I stumble a bit as I land, I mutter a curse word under my breath, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to myself.

A quick glance around shows me that I haven't been seen. The streets are quiet, and the only sound is the distant hum of a car engine. I push myself up and dust off my leggings. I look at both of the cameras at the corners of the house. They are pointed enough away from me that they do not detect me. I quickly look under the bush and see the 4ft step ladder that I previously hid to get back up to the roof. I leave it there. I'll need it later.

I make my way towards the iron fence that surrounds the property, the cold metal digging into my fingers as I grip the bars. I climb over and land on the other side, my heart pounding in my chest as I take in the feeling of freedom that comes with being outside the confines of the house and the ever-watching cameras. I brush myself off, trying to rid the dirt from my leggings. My heart is racing, but I can't deny the thrill that courses through me as I step onto the quiet street.

As I stand there, the cool morning air nipping at my skin, I can't help but feel a sense of liberation. I'm free, if only for a little while. I look around, taking in the familiar street, the quiet houses.

I feel a twinge of guilt for sneaking out, but the thrill of freedom overpowers it. I quickly cross the street and begin walking down Summer Street that is perpendicular to our house. The early morning sun casts long shadows, the air crisp and cool. I can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration as I walk away from the house, away from the cameras, and away from Riley's watchful gaze. Apart of me though likes knowing Riley watches over me, but i fight against it.

I walk faster, excitement coursing through my veins about seeing Jess. I turn the corner and walk closer to the end of the street, my eyes scanning the quiet road. As I approach the end of the street, I see Jess's car waiting for me, parked on the side of the road.

A smile spreads across my face, and I pick up my pace, my feet practically skipping as I hurry towards the car. Jess steps out of the car, her dyed dark red hair shining in the sunlight, a warm smile on her face. "Hey, Lacey!" she calls out, waving at me. "You made it!"

"Hey, Jess!" I call back, my voice filled with excitement. I quicken my pace, eager to reach her.

Jess is wearing a short skirt that hugs her curves, a white sweater that contrasts with her dark red hair, and flip-flops that seem out of place in this crisp weather. As I reach her, I don't hesitate, I run at her, my arms outstretched. Jess opens her arms wide, a grin spreading across her face, and I jump into them, hugging her tightly. She laughs, the sound warm and inviting, as she hugs me back.

"I missed you, Jess," I murmur into her shoulder, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. It's been a while since I've been hugged like this, with no strings attached, no expectations. Just pure friendship and affection. Jess pulls back slightly, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I missed you too, Lacey. More than you know," Jess whispers, her voice barely above a murmur. She smiles, her eyes sparkling with a mix of emotion and mischief.

Before I can respond, she places her hand behind my head, her fingers tangling in my long black hair. She pulls me in, her lips meeting mine in a soft, tender kiss. I gasp slightly in surprise, my eyes widening as the kiss deepens. Jess's lips are warm and inviting, her touch gentle yet firm. I can taste the hint of mint on her breath, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. For a moment, I'm taken aback, my mind trying to process what's happening.

But then, I open my mouth, allowing Jess's tongue to slide into mine. A wave of pleasure washes over me, and I find myself melting into her touch. I can feel Jess's heart racing against mine as she deepens the kiss, her hands exploring my back, my sides, my hips.

I let out a soft moan, my body responding to her touch, to her taste. This is different from anything I've ever experienced with recently Riley. It's raw, it's passionate, it's... real. I can feel every nerve in my body come alive, each touch, each taste, each scent, all magnified. I wrap my arms around Jess's neck, pulling her closer, wanting more. I have not felt these emotions in a long time.

I am rusty, I am inexperienced, I am feeling again, and it's terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Jess's hand moves to my collar around my neck. She pulls on it, pulling me away from her face slightly.

"Lacey, you know how you've told me that you are into farting?" Jess asks, her voice breathless from the kiss.

Jess and I have texted about our sexual experiences a few times and my lifestyle with Riley. I have even told her some of the stories of being made to smell and eat Riley's farts.

I blink, taken aback by the sudden change in topic. I stammer, "U-umm, yeah, I did mention that before, didn't I?"

Jess grins, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Well, I've got a little surprise for you then. Do you want it?"

Jess asks, her grin widening as she leans in closer.

My face turns red, it feels warm. I know what she is implying. But this is something special I have with Riley. "I don't know..." I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. I feel a pang of guilt in my chest, a wave of confusion washing over me.

Jess cocks her head to the side, her eyes searching mine. "You don't know if you want it?" she asks, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of challenge.

"Well... it's not that... it's Riley. It is something special between us." I reply.

Jess's chuckle is faint, almost hesitant, as she scoffs slightly. "Come on, Lacey... You can compare it to Riley," she says, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and challenge.

"I don't know," I say, my voice soft as I look down, breaking eye contact. I can feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment and guilt. I've never done something like this without Riley present, without her permission, her command. It feels wrong, yet exciting at the same time.

Jess tilts my chin up, her fingers brushing against my skin. "Look at me, Lacey," she whispers, her voice gentle yet firm. I look back up at her. She is smiling.

The grin on Jess's face is wide and confident, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You know you want it," she whispers, her voice husky with anticipation.

BRAPPPPTTTTTTT-PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT-POOOT!!!

Before I can respond, Jess begins to let out a low, long fart. Her eyes roll back into her head slightly, her lips parting as she releases the gaseous cloud.

I am frozen, my eyes widening in shock and surprise. The sound is loud, the smell pungent and overwhelming. It fills up the car quickly. It's different from what I'm used to with Riley. It smells likes eggs, maybe a hint of cheese with only a little mix of something nasty. It all mixes very well with the hint of Jess's perfume that she is wearing.

I could not resist. I open my mouth and breathe it in. It all tastes exactly how it smells. Jess watches me breathe it in, her eyes never leaving mine. A small smile plays on her lips, a mix of triumph and affection. "You like it, Lace? I made it just for you." Jess says, her voice soft.

A wave of pleasure and guilt rushes through me as I swallow the gas I breathed in. It feels intimate and exhilarating all at once. But it feels wrong without Riley.

"I'm sorry, Jess, I can't do this," I say, my eyes watering slightly as I lean back, breaking our physical contact. The smell of her fart is still lingering in the air, a constant reminder of the intimacy we just shared. I can see the disappointment in her eyes, the slight frown that tugs at her lips, and I feel a pang of guilt stab at my heart.

"Lacey, wait," Jess starts, her voice soft and pleading. But I can't stay, not after what just happened. I need to get back home, to Riley. "Let me give you one more, okay?"

I know i shouldn't. But, I can't resist Jess. "Okay, fine. One more." I agree. "One more," I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest as I watch her turn around. Her back is to me now, her ass facing me. I can see the outline of her butt cheeks and pussy through her panties and skirt, the material tight enough to leave little to the imagination.

"Yes!" Jess exclaims, her voice filled with excitement as she wiggles her ass slightly. She looks back at me over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You're going to love this, Lacey," she whispers, her voice husky with anticipation. She leans forward slightly, her ass sticking out even more, and I can't help but stare.

Jess pulls down her pink panties, revealing her naked ass to me. I gasp, my eyes widening in surprise as I take in the sight before me. She then grabs her butt cheeks and spreads them apart, revealing her tight pink asshole to me. My breath hitches in my throat, my heart pounding in my chest as I take in the sight.

"Jess, what are you doing?" I ask, my voice low. I'm torn between shock, arousal, and guilt. But at the same time, I can't deny the thrill that courses through me as I look at Jess, her most intimate parts on display for me.

Her eyes are filled with desire and a touch of dominance. "I want you to eat me, ass, babe," she says.

My heart races, my breath hitches in my throat as I take in her words, her command.

I'm torn, between the guilt I feel, the taboo of the act, and the thrill that courses through me. But in the end, it's the thrill that wins. I lean in, my body moving on its own accord, my mind a blur of desire and need. I press my face against the bare skin of her ass, the warmth of her cheeks seeping into me. I can smell her, the musky scent of her arousal mixed with the lingering stench of her previous farts. It's intoxicating, heady, and I find myself wanting more.

I hesitate for a moment, my lips hovering over her asshole. I press my lips against her hole, giving it a little peck.

Jess moans, "Eat it, babe!" Her voice is filled with desire and she pushes her ass back against my face, encouraging me to go deeper. I hesitate for a moment, my mind racing with thoughts of Riley, of the rules I've always followed, of the life I've always known. But Jess's moans and the scent of her body are intoxicating, dragging me further into the moment. I open my mouth wider, my tongue darting out to lick her hole, tasting the saltiness of her skin mixing with her body lotion and a hint of the bitterness of her last fart.

Jess lets out a louder moan, her hands grasping my head, her fingers tangling in my hair. "That's it, babe," she whispers, her voice husky with pleasure. "Open your mouth...." Jess continues, her voice breathless as she presses her ass harder against my face. I open my mouth as wide as possible, bracing myself for what's to come.

Jess pushes, her asshole pulsating against in mouth. I feel it, the tight ring of muscle clenching and unclenching, teasing me, taunting me. And then, she lets it go.

BRAPPPPPTTTTTT-PBBBBBTTT-PFFFFFTTTT!!!

The hot gas rushes into my mouth, inflating my cheeks, pushing against the inside of my throat. The taste is overwhelming, a mix of rotten eggs, sweat, and a lingering taste of shitty bitterness. But despite the pungent smell, I can't deny the thrill that courses through me. It's raw, it's filthy, it's everything I've been craving since Riley has been ignoring me.

Although nasty, I breathe in the gas, allowing it to fill my lungs, the warmth spreading through my chest, the taste lingering in my throat. I look up at Jess, her eyes are wide with excitement and happiness, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. She watches me, her eyes never leaving mine, her hand still tangled in my hair, guiding me, encouraging me. I hold the gas in my lungs, as if I took a hit from a bong, savoring the burn, the intimacy of the act. I can feel it, the heat, the energy, the connection between us. It's exhilarating, intoxicating,

"Fuck, that's hot," Jess whispers, her voice hoarse with desire.

I continue to hold it in for a moment, the burn continuing in my lungs, my chest, my entire body. And then, I let it go. I breathe the gas out of my nose, and the eggs gas burns my nostrils, the heat spreading across my face. I cough slightly, my eyes watering, but I can't deny the thrill that courses through me.

"You okay, Lacey?" Jess asks, her voice filled with concern. I nod, still coughing slightly, trying to catch my breath.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I whisper, my voice hoarse from the gas. Jess leans forward slightly, her ass no longer pressing against my face, and I take a deep breath, the cool air filling my lungs, the taste of her fart still lingering in my mouth.

I look at her ass in front of me. "It feels like forever that I have tasted a fart... I needed this..." I tell Jess.

"Do you want another?" Jess asks, her voice soft, almost hesitant.

"Yes... please." I reply.

"Lacey, you have to beg for it. Make me believe you want it."

I look up at her, my eyes meeting hers. I can see the challenge in her gaze, the desire to test me, to push me. I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I know what she wants to hear, what she wants to see. And despite the guilt that gnaws at me, despite the rules I've always followed, I find myself wanting to obey. I want to give in to the thrill, to Jess.

I lick my lips, the taste of her fart still lingering, as I look up at her. "Please, Jess," I whisper, my voice low. "Please, I want it."

Jess watches me, her eyes searching mine, looking for any sign of insincerity.

She runs her fingers through my hair, the motion gentle yet firm. I can see the desire in her eyes, the hunger, the need to be wanted, to be desired. And I can't deny the thrill that courses through me as I look at her, as I feel her hands in my hair.

"Please, Jess," I whisper, my voice low and hoarse from the gas. "Please, I want it. I want you to feed me a fart. I want it so bad..." I beg, my body trembling with anticipation and desire. I can see the effect my words have on her, the way her eyes darken with lust, the way her chest heaves with each breath. I can see the hunger in her gaze, the need to be wanted, to be desired.

Jess grabs my hair tighter, a gasp escaping my lips at the sudden pull. "Do you really want it, Lacey?" she asks, her voice a low growl, filled with lust and dominance.

I nod eagerly, my heart racing, my body trembling with anticipation and desire. Jess leans back, her ass pressing against my face. I open my mouth wide, my lips parting, my tongue eagerly licking my lips in anticipation. Jess guides her asshole, positioning it directly onto my mouth. I feel the tight ring of muscle, the moisture of her skin, the scent of her previous farts. I wrap my lips around her hole, sealing it shut.

Jess chuckles, "I am going to feed you so good, Lacey!" She leans back, her ass pressing harder against my face, her grip on my hair tightening. She starts to push, her asshole clenching and unclenching. I can feel it, the tight ring of muscle rubbing against my tongue, changing the pressure constantly in my mouth. I open my mouth wider, my jaw aching with the effort, but I don't care. I want more. I need more. The smell of her is overwhelming, the taste of her skin mixing with the lingering scent of her previous farts, creating a symphony of sensations that drive me wild.

The gases start to build up, the pressure in her bowels increasing with each pulse. Jess grunts slightly, her body tensing as she struggles to hold it in.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, the pain sending a sharp shock of pleasure down my spine. "Here it comes, Lacey," she pants, her voice filled with anticipation and strain. I brace myself, my eyes squeezed shut, my mouth wide open, my tongue sliding against her hole.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT-PBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTT-PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT-POOT!!!!!

Jess moans as she lets out a massive fart, the pressure in her bowels releasing all at once. The hot gas fills my mouth, inflating my cheeks. It is too much gas and most of it travels down my throat, echoing throughout the inside of my body.

I moan, almost aggressively, determined to keep my lips sealed around Jess's asshole.

The sound is deafening, a long, low rumble that seems to vibrate through my body. The smell and taste hits me like a wall, a pungent, overpowering mixture of rotten eggs, sweat, and something else, something darker and more feral. I gag slightly, my nose wrinkling in disgust, but I force myself to hold it in, to breathe it in, to take it all.

Jess's moan turns into a low, guttural groan, "Oh my fucking god, Lacey! You are taking all of that!" she adds, her voice filled with disbelief and awe.

I can feel it, the gas, the stench, the taste, filling my lungs, my mouth, my throat, my entire body. It's overwhelming, it's suffocating, it's everything I've ever wanted and more.

I once again hold it all inside of me for a while before breathing it all back out.

The car now smells like a giant hot box, the heat of the gas making the air thick and heavy, like a physical presence. Jess lets out a satisfied sigh as she pulls away, her asshole releasing one last small fart as she does. I inhale it, savoring the last remnants of her scent.

"Oh my god, it stinks so much" Jess says, her voice filled with amusement. "I've never had done that before." Her eyes are sparkling with excitement and lust.

I smile, my cheeks flushed with pleasure. The gas in the car is overwhelming, the scent and taste lingering in the air, clinging to the walls, the seats, the very fabric of the vehicle.

I check the time on my phone, my eyes widening as I see the time. I've been gone for longer than I thought, and I still have so much to do before Riley gets home. Panic begins to rise in my chest as I think of the chores I need to complete, the dishes, the laundry, the floors, I haven't even started yet.

Jess seems to sense my panic. She leans over, her lips pressing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss. "I know, you need to get back home and do your chores before Riley gets home," she says, her voice filled with understanding and concern.

I pull away from the kiss, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, I need to go," I say, my voice filled with urgency.

I grab the door to open it, but Jess, now looking slightly saddened, says, "I love you." I freeze and look at her. "You love me?" I ask, my voice soft with disbelief.

Jess nods, her eyes filled with a mix of love and pain. "I do, Lacey. I always have."

I stare at her. I never expected to hear those words from her. I thought we were really close friends, just two people sharing a dark, dirty secret. But love? That's a whole different thing entirely.

I shake my head, my brows furrowing in confusion. "Jess, I-I don't know what to say." I say, knowing that I do truly love Riley. But, I begin feeling a strange feeling in my stomach, my gut. Maybe I love Jess, too.

But I can't say it, I'm not ready to admit it. I just nod, a lump forming in my throat. "I will, I promise."

Jess smiles, her eyes searching mine. "You don't have to say anything. But I do love you. Be careful, okay?" she says, her voice filled with a mix of tenderness and worry.

I smile back at her, my heart pounding in my chest. "I will, Jess. I promise." I say, my voice filled with determination.

Jess grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good. Now get out of here before you get caught." She says, her voice filled with amusement.

I laugh softly, the sound echoing in the car. "You're right. I better go." I say.

I push the door open and step out of the car, my heart racing. I close the door behind me, my feet already moving as I hurry away from the car. I can feel the weight of Jess's words in my chest, the emotion swirling within me, but I have to push it aside, at least for now. I have to focus on getting home, on completing my chores before Riley gets back.

I walk faster, my body moving quickly, my breath coming in short gasps. I can still taste the bitterness eggy taste as I breathe. The cool air hits my face, a sharp contrast to the stifling heat of the car. I can still taste Jess, still feeling the lingering burn of her fart in my throat. But I push the memory aside, my mind already racing with everything I need to do.

I scan the street, making sure no one is watching, no one is suspicious. The coast is clear, and I take off, my feet pounding against the pavement as I make my way back towards the house. I can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, my heart racing like a drum in my chest. I glance at my watch, noting the time. I just have to move fast.

I reach the house in what feels like a blur, my breath coming in short gasps as I skid to a halt beside the iron fence. I quickly scan the area, making sure no one is watching. The cameras are still pointed away from me, and I let out a sigh of relief. I grab onto the fence, my fingers wrapping around the cold metal.

I push myself up, my legs straining as I hoist myself over the top. I can feel the rough texture of the fence against my palms, the cool metal pressing into my skin. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the drop on the other side. I let go, my body falling through the air. I hit the ground with a soft thud, my butt cushionjng my fall, but still hurt. I lie there for a moment, my body sprawled out on the trimmed lawn, my breath coming out in short gasps. I look up at the fence, the iron bars looming overhead like prison bars. I can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration, a thrill that courses through my veins. I've made it back home without being caught.

Breathing heavily, I stand up, my eyes scanning the impressive facade of the house. I look up at the second-floor window, the one I need to reach to get back inside. It's the same window I've snuck out of countless times before, but it always feels like a challenge to climb back in. I walk up to the house, my footsteps softened by the grass, and make my way towards the bushes lining the side of the house. Hidden behind the bushds, I find the step ladder I stashed there earlier, in anticipation of my escapes and returns. I pull it out, the metal frame scraping against the ground as I drag it into the open.

I place one foot on the bottom rung, testing the stability. It's secure, and I begin to climb, my fingers gripping the cold metal tightly. I reach the top rung, the roof now level with my face. I look up, my eyes scanning the tiles, the gutter, the chimney. There's no one around, no sign of anyone watching. I take a deep breath, my heart still pounding in my chest from the run. I reach up, my fingers grasping the edge of the roof. I pull myself up, my body straining as I hoist myself over the top. I roll over, the tiles cold and hard against my back. I lie there for a moment, my breath coming in short gasps, my heart racing. I look down at the ground, at the ladder now comically small and insignificant. I reach down, my arms stretching over the edge.

With a grunt, I lift the ladder, my muscles straining from the effort. I toss it behind the bushes, the clatter of metal against metal echoing through the air. I turn back to the window, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath still coming in short gasps. I climb onto the window sill, my fingers brushing against the cool glass. I push the window open, the pane sliding smoothly to the side. I climb in, my body sliding through the opening, my feet landing on the hardwood floor with a soft thud. I stand there for a moment, my eyes scanning the room, my ears straining for any sign of movement. The house is quiet. I let out a sigh of relief as I close the windiw shut, my shoulders slumping slightly as I take a deep breath. I made it back inside without being caught.

I see the camera in the hallway still pointing away. I let out a sigh of relief, my heart still pounding in my chest from the adrenaline rush of sneaking back in. I quickly make my way to the kitchen, the tile floor cold against my bare feet. I look at the clock on the wall, my eyes widening as I see the time. I only have 4 hours before Riley gets home, and I still have so much to do. I need to start the laundry, clean the floors, dust the house and get ready.

I walk down the hall. The camera light turning blue as it notices me, recording me. I walk downstairs and grab the apron off the hook at the bottom of the stairs and wrap it around my waist, a familiar feeling. Riley bought me this apron last year. She had it custom made with a print on the front that reads "Riley's Bitch".

As I turn to head to the laundry room, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. It is from Jess.

Jess: Did you enjoy your breakfast?

Me: It was soooo good.

Jess: Good! I am so happy you liked it!

As I start the laundry, I continue texting with Jess. The familiar hum of the washing machine fills the room as I throw in the first load. I text Jess back, my thumbs flying across the screen as I multitask.

Me: I literally could eat those farts all day.

Jess: God Lacey, I wish you would!

Me: Me too. I wish I could sneak out more often.

Jess: Y'know.... you could run away with me.

Me: Jess...

Jess: I know, I know you love Riley. Just know that I love you too.

I decided to not respond. I couldn't. I really like Jess. But I love Riley. It feels impossible to even think of a life without her.

I shake my head to clear the thoughts, putting on some music to drown out the silence. My fingers tap the countertop as I move around the kitchen, the upbeat tempo helping me find my rhythm while I clean. I grab the spray bottle and a cloth, the familiar scent of lemon filling my nostrils as I begin to wipe down the counters.

The music helps to distract me from my thoughts, from Jess's confession and the confusing jumble of emotions it stirred up inside me. I focus on the tasks at hand, cleaning the kitchen and then moving on to the living room.

I dust the shelves, my eyes scanning the priceless art and knickknacks that adorn them. I love the art, especially Riley's love for art involving wildlife. Riley has a fascination for wolves and bears. Once in a while, she will take me on her families camping trips or take me on hikes and walks in the woods.

I love being in nature with her. I feel so alive and free when we are out there. It's just.... us. No one else. No cameras. Just Riley and me. I love those times the most.

After a couple hours pass by, my stomach growls. I'm hungry. I open the fridge door, the cool air kissing my face as I scan the contents inside. I spy the familiar pink lunchbox with my name written on it in Riley's neat, looping handwriting. I grab it, pulling it out and setting it on the counter. I open it up, my eyes scanning the contents. I feel dishearted. Inside is only a bottle of water.

I sigh, disappointed, but not surprised. I know the rules. I pick up the bottle, unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip. The cool, refreshing water slips down my throat, but it does little to satisfy the gnawing hunger in my stomach. I look at the lunchbox, my heart sinking. I can't help but feel a pang of sadness, a longing for the food I know Riley would have packed for me on a normal day.

I put the cap back on the water bottle and set it down on the counter. I look around the kitchen, my eyes landing on the camera in the corner.

The little blue light is still on, recording every move I make. I know Riley will be home soon, and one of the rules is that I must wear nothing but my collar when she is home. With a sigh, I put down the lunchbox and make my way to the stairs. I climb up them.

As I reach the top of the stairs, I can't help but look at the clock once more. Less than an hour now. I turn to the right, walking down the hall towards our bedroom. I push open the door, the hinges creaking softly. I step inside, my eyes immediately drawn to the large bed in the center of the room.

It's still rumpled from this morning, the sheets tangled and the comforter askew. I quickly make the bed, my fingers smoothing out the wrinkles in the sheets, my mind already on the task at hand. I tuck the edges in neatly, fluff the pillows, and straighten the comforter. The bed is now immaculate, a stark contrast to the tangle of limbs and sheets that it once was.

I place my cellphone on the night stand next to the bed. I turn to face the closet and begin to undress. My fingers grasp the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. I toss it into the closet, the fabric landing with a soft thud. I take off my shoes and slide out of my leggings, my fingers fumbling slightly with the task as my mind races with thoughts of Riley.

Finally, I take my bra and panties off, revealing my slender naked body to the camera in the room. The cold air hits my skin, goosebumps rising on my flesh as I stand there, exposed and vulnerable. I see the clock on the wall. Riley will be home in less than 30 minutes.

I grab my phone from the nightstand and quickly text Jess one last time.

Me: I have to go. Riley will be home soon. I really hope to see you again soon!

Jess: You will! Goodnight babe! I miss you.

I then delete the text messages and make my way downstairs, my bare feet padding silently against the floors. The house is quiet.

I walk to the front door and sit on my knees, my naked body on full display. I'm wearing only my collar.

My heart races as I wait, my breath coming in short gasps. 15 minutes go by. I can hear the sound of the gate opening outside, the distant rumble of the engine as Riley's car pulls up the driveway.

I hold my breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I listen to the sound of her footsteps approaching the house. The front door unlocks, the click of the lock echoing through the house. I look up from my place on the floor, my eyes meeting Riley's as she steps inside the house. She is wearing skin-tight womans slacks, a button shirt, blazer and lace shoes.

I am not allowed to speak, and so I remain silent, my mouth closed tightly as I look up at her. Riley's eyes scan the room, her gaze landing on me, her expression unreadable. She closes the door behind her, the sound of the latch clicking into place echoing through the foyer. I watch as she drops her keys on the table by the door, the metal clattering against the wooden surface.

Riley's eyes flicker down to the collar around my neck. Her hand reaches up, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. The curl bounces back slightly, framing her face in a way that makes her appear softer, more approachable. She hangs her purse on the wall mount next to the door before closing and locking the front door, the click of the lock echoing through the foyer. The house is now sealed off from the world outside, leaving only the two of us and the ever-watchful eyes of the cameras.

Riley's eyes meet mine again, her expression unreadable. She pauses for a moment, her hand still on the lock, as if considering something. Then, she turns away from me, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she walks towards the kitchen. I watch her go, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short gasps.

Riley's heels click against the hardwood floor as she walks towards the kitchen, and I push myself up from the floor slightly, my body moving quickly as I crawl after her. I follow her around the corner, my hands and knees pressing against the cool tile of the kitchen floor. I can see the back of her legs as she walks, the seam of her slacks hugging her curves in a way that makes my heart race. I keep low to the ground, my eyes fixed on her every movement, my body tensing with each click of her heels.

Riley stops suddenly, her body stilling as she turns to face the refrigerator. I freeze, my hands and knees still pressed against the floor, my body hidden behind the island. My face not too far away behind her.

I watch as Riley opens the fridge door, the cool air rushing out in a soft whoosh. The scent of citrus and berries fills the air as she scans the shelves, her eyes landing on a bowl of fruit. Her hand reaches out, her fingers wrapping around an apple. Just as her fingers close around the fruit, Riley releases a small fart.

BRAPPPTTT-PFFFFTT!!!

The hot air moves across my face, the scent dirty and pungent, a sharp contrast to the sweet smell of the fruit. I suppress a cough, my eyes watering slightly as I breathe in the offensive smell. I can feel my nose scrunch up, my body tensing as I sniff in the hot air. I can't help but wrinkle my nose, the scent overpowering and unpleasant, atleast to the normal person. To me, it makes me hunger for more. I open my mouth slightly, allowing some of the gas enter down my throat.

I savor the taste, the bitterness of it filling my mouth as I breathe in the scent. It's been weeks since Riley has paid me any attention, since she's shown any sign of acknowledging my presence. The gas is harsh, but it's something, proof that she's here, that she exists. It's a reminder that I'm not completely invisible to her, that I still hold some significance in her life. I close my eyes, breathing in deeply, letting the gas fill my lungs, my stomach churning slightly as the stench becomes too much. But I hold it in, determined to take every last bit of it, to savor it, to make it last.

Just as the scent begins to fade, Riley turns and heads towards the stairs, her footsteps echoing off the tile. I freeze as I watch her go. The game is on. I push myself up from the floor slightly again, my body moving quickly as I crawl between the island and the stove, my knees silently pressing against the cold hard tile.

I crawl up the stairs, my heart racing in my chest as I listen to the sound of Riley's footsteps on the hardwood floor above me. I can hear the faint creak of the floorboards as she walks, the soft click of her heels against the wooden surface. I reach the top of the stairs, my breath coming in short gasps as I press myself against the wall, my eyes scanning the hallway.

Riley walks down the hall, her back to me. I am not far behind. We both enter the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind us. Riley turns to face me, her expression unreadable as her eyes flicker over my naked body. I stand there, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short gasps again. I can feel the cool air of the room against my skin, my nipples hardening from the chill and from the anticipation of what's to come. Riley's eyes linger on the collar around my neck, her fingertips tracing the leather as if deep in thought.

Maybe she will give me attention tonight, maybe even sleep in the bed with her, I think to myself, hope swelling in my chest like a balloon. She runs her hands through her short blonde hair, her breath huffing slightly as she lets out a sigh.

"Come here, Lacey," she commands, her voice soft but firm. I obey immediately, crawling towards her on my hands and knees, my eyes never leaving hers. She stands above me, her body turned slightly towards me. I keep my gaze downcast, my body language submissive and eager, a silent plea for her attention.

Riley points at the closet. "Go to your room." she commands.

I look at her, disappointment clenching my heart like a fist. But she doesn't seem to notice, her gaze already distant, her thoughts elsewhere. "Now," she adds, her voice stern, brooking no argument.

I nod, accepting my dismissal even as my heart aches. I push myself, my body moving slowly, reluctantly. I turn towards the closet, my shoulders slumped, my eyes focused on the floor. I can feel the cool air against my bare skin, the goosebumps rising on my flesh as I crawl away from her. I can't help but feel a pang of sadness, a longing for the attention and affection that she used to give me so freely. I slide open the closet door, the hinges creaking softly as I crawl inside.

I turn to look back at Riley, my eyes searching hers for any sign of softness, any hint of affection. But she just stands there, her expression blank, her eyes distant. She closes the door behind me, the soft click of the latch echoing in the small space.

It's pitch black inside the closet, the darkness enveloping me like a shroud. I can't see anything, not even my own hands. I can feel the panic rising up in my chest, my breath coming in short gasps. I hate the dark, have always hated it. It's like being buried alive, trapped, helpless. I can feel the walls closing in on me, the darkness pressing against my skin.

The sound of the lock clicking into place sends a shiver down my spine. I'm locked inside, trapped in the dark. I have no choice but to lay down in the darkness, the cold floor biting into my skin as I curl up into a ball.