Her window was open, her curtains fluttering in the nighttime breeze. She had caught a fleeting glimpse of someone leaving. They were wearing something shiny. The cool breeze made her wet body shiver. It had to be the person responsible for the damned Petticoat. She made her way over to the window but stopped. Her closet door was standing open and the light was on. As she processed this she also noticed that the packages she'd brought in were gone.
She entered the closet to find that all of her old clothes were gone. In their place was the fetishistic menagerie she'd been sent. They had been sorted by type and color. Several styrofoam heads modeled bizarre wigs. Fetishistic footwear of every size and color lined the walls. She fought back tears, remembering the crappy summer jobs she had worked just to buy some of her outfits. She hurried back to the window, hoping against hope that she'd at least be able to recover the prom dress she'd saved all last summer for.
She looked all around outside, but whoever she'd seen was gone. Her captor's voice sounded in her ears. "Lights out. You've got a big day at school tomorrow that I'd hate for you to miss. But first another rule. In your bedside table drawer, you'll find a dildo, a butt plug, a ball gag, and a blindfold. From now on you'll wear two of your choosing whenever you sleep, but never the same combination in a row. Sweet dreams."
Tyra sighed and closed her window. She walked over to her bed and plopped down. She opened the drawer, and sure enough, there were the sex toys. |