“Do you think you can fit in there?”
“I can try. There’s no spiders?”
“No spiders. I checked.”
The space Master was asking me to fit into was the bottom shelf of the linen closet, so I would have been on the floor. I walked over and lowered myself to the ground. I put my legs in first and slid in a lot easier than I thought I would. (I always over estimate my size).
“Yes, I fit!” I noticed that I had comfortable room enough to move a little bit and to move my head to various positions if I desired. Master closed the door.
“This is fun!” I called to Master. I could see light all around the outside of the door because the closet didn’t close flush against the wall. There was a one inch or so space that the track the door sits in didn’t extend to the wall.
Master shut off the hall light. It got darker in my little cave. He shut off the light in the bedroom. It got dark.
“It’s punishment, you aren’t supoosed to enjoy it.”
I let one more quiet “mew” escape my lips before becoming silent again. I love the idea of being caged so much, and I had always wanted a cage so I admit that it hadn’t occured to me that this would be the punishment for my minor transgression earlier.
I could tell Master was still right outside the closet, because I hadn’t heard him walk away. The air felt strained to me. I felt awful about moving when I wasn’t supposed to earlier. I was told to be still and there was really no good reason for me moving. Sometimes the guilt of misbehaving is almost worse than any punishment I could be given. Sitting “alone” with my thoughts made me feel awful. I don’t know how long I was in there. It felt like forever and yet, like no time at all.
“I want you to count to thirty.” Master instructed me, after what seemed (at the time) to be forever.
“Out loud?” I asked. I just wanted to be sure that I did it right.
“Yes, out loud.”
“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30.”
I was scared and I didn’t like being in the Hole as much as I thought I would, but only because it was dark. I would have loved it in the daytime or even with a light on, as I did in the beginning. I made myself count slowly and evenly though, desperately trying to please Master after my little act of disobedience earlier.
“You can come out now, Kitty.” Master told me.
I crawled out of the Hole, and I told Master I felt really awful about earlier, and I felt like a bad girl and that I was just so sorry. Master told me not to be upset anymore:
“You were a bad girl going in, but when you came out, you were a good girl again.”
Thank goodness for Master, because I don’t usually see it that way, and I would not have thought of that. I just hope I don’t mess up again any time soon. I hate disappointing Master.