Anything…?

Anything?  Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

You should have been more careful. You should have noticed the gleam in her eye when you said you’d do anything for her. You should have known it was a warning sign. Now look at you. Look at all the trouble that one, simple word has caused you. I know you said you’d do anything for her – but is this what you really meant? Did you not realise she’d take you at your word – test your limits, your boundaries? There you are. On your knees. On the floor. Sobbing, begging. Tears and sweat running down your face. Tears from the pain and from the humiliation. There she is. Sitting there. Wearing that sharp, tailored suit. The one that fits her body like a glove. Her face is as white as porcelain – her lips as red as the blood that runs in tiny rivulets down your body. There is no expression on her face except perhaps one of boredom. Her hair is drawn back severely from her face. She is immaculate. You suffer. You bleed, you weep, you sweat. For her. A touch from her hand would bring relief. A smile. A glance even. But she barely appears to even know you’re in the room, let alone how much you suffer. If only she would look at you. There you are – completely exposed. Flayed in body and spirit. If only she would look at you – see what you have done for her, suffered for her. She moves for the first time since your torment began. Crosses one finely stockinged leg over the other. Slowly. You’re close enough to hear the sound of the nylon as one firm thigh slides over the other. It must have been a signal to the other person in the room. What new pain will be inflicted now? Still she won’t look at you. Even when you scream, she doesn’t look at you. You hate her don’t you? You hate her for putting you through this hell. You hate her for reducing you to this. No – for making you reduce yourself to this. You hate her. Love her. If only she would look at you it would all be worthwhile. She’d know how much you love her – how much you want to please her. She stands, smoothes the narrow skirt, the tightly fitting jacket. Flicks an imperceptible speck of lint from her sleeve. Her body language reveals only the greatest ennui. You hold your breath. Something about her lips. They move – almost. A hint of a smile – or is it a sneer? She turns and walks away. You lift your head from the floor to watch her leave the room. She’s gone, leaving only the echo of her high heels behind. She never even looked at you.

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