Mistress stood to her full height, a mile above me. I flinched as she spit on me again, and turned on her heel and walked away. The last thing I saw from my rightful spot on the floor was her turning out the lights and closing the door behind her.

I broke into heaving sobs, all alone in the dark on the dirty bathroom floor. A used and broken toy, abandoned once it no longer had a purpose to fulfill. I felt no different from the toilet brush or the plunger laying in the corner. I cried and whimpered, wishing that someone would come save me. To tell me that it wasn't true, it was all just pretend. I didn't even feel like a human anymore, just a tool or an animal with a single purpose - now useless and discarded. The room suddenly felt cold and I was gripped with a mix of fear and desperation. I called out softly into the still dark.

“M-m-” I sobbed again. “Mistress...?”

Nothing.

“Mistress... Please come back...”

My ears perked up when I thought I heard someone there with me, breathing in the dark. In one last desperate attempt, I did something I hadn't ever done before. I sobbed one more time before calling on the rest of my strength and speaking as loud as I could meagerly manage.

“P-pineapple...”

I used the safe word.

I was suddenly enveloped in a pair of strong, warm arms, lifted from the floor and wrapped in affection. I sobbed uncontrollably at the stark difference.

“Shh... I'm here, it's okay, Ava. Mistress has you. You're safe,” I looked up and saw my favorite person looking at me with genuine concern and care. “I've got you, you're okay.”

“Mistress!” I grabbed her back as hard as I could manage, desperate to never leave her arms again.

“Shh ... You're okay. You're such a good girl, my little goddess. You did so well tonight. I'm so, so proud of you. We're done playing now, okay?” She tilted my chin up and I nodded at her, tears and snot dripping down my face. Fuck, I must have looked so pathetic and gross. I whimpered.

“We were just pretending, remember? You're such a good girl, you're my good girl.” She kept praising and comforting me as she stroked my hair. I held her tightly and never wanted to let go.

“Why don't we get you cleaned up again and get some water? Would you like to go sit down for a while?”

“D-don't leave me Mistress,” I whimpered, gripping her arms desperately.

“Shh.. I promise I won't. I'll be right here.”

Mistress flicked the lights back on and washed me again with cool water. She fixed my necklace back into place and wrapped me up in a fluffy towel. After drying me off, she pulled a plush robe around my shoulders and held me close as we went back to the party and sat together the rest of the night, never leaving my side. Just like she promised.