I'm going away for a few days, folks. I'll see you by Tuesday.

Until then, something to chew on.

Part One
I comb the matted mess of hair out of my eyes, impatiently, and I look up at him. Kneeling at his feet, I'd never felt so small. He smiles at me before I feel the choke chain jolting me up so he can administer a stinging smack across my face. The familiar hollow grinding sound needles into the back of my brain...he's caught my ear again.

"Patience, Sparky. I'll tend to you soon enough For now, though...more urgent things call." With that, my hands are tied behind my neck with twine. He drags me down to the Broom Closet, which looks more like a medieval torture chamber nestled into a room of this normal, suburban little home, than anything that might ever be used to store something as innocuous as a broom or dustbin. He leads me to the middle of the room, to the Iron Rails. The familiar barbs of desire make my body taut, and he chuckles as he fastens my limbs to the bars.

"Looks like I'll have to fasten your legs a bit further apart today", he says. "Don't want you spending yourself before your big performance tonight, hrm?" I shudder as he runs his fingernails almost absentmindedly up and down my spine, snaking into my pubic area, lightly grazing my fevered sex organs, but not enough, no, it was never enough to quite get me there.
He grins that grin that makes my heart stop in my chest, that crazy Cheshire grin of his.
My nipples turn to rocks.
One word.
"Behave."
At that, he turns.
And then he walks out of the room.

xoxo
lovelucy