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She had dumped me for her boss. Then he dumped her, so she quit her job. She’d been floating around, staying with different friends, always “looking for her own place.” Everyone told me I would be crazy to take her back.
I wasn’t surprised that she was at the party – this was the circle she had always hung with, and I had been avoiding them for that reason. And despite our past, how could I not offer her a ride “home” even if she had spent most of the night hitting on a med student? And she was the one who suggested it was too late to wake up her friend, so why didn’t she just stay at my place.
“Do you have anything to drink?”
“Sure, in the ‘fridge.”
She poured herself a glass of white wine and sat at the other end of the couch, curling her legs underneath herself.
“Do you mind sleeping on the couch tonight” she asked.
“Yes, I do, as a matter of fact.”
“I guess I did treat you a little poorly.”
“Speaking of which, take off your blouse.”
“What?”
“Take off your blouse.”
“Fuck you.”
“No, fuck you. Take off your blouse or leave.”
“I don’t think I like being treated like this.”
“This is how I like to treat you. If you don’t like it, you can leave.”
She slowly undid her buttons, playing at being provocative. When she was done, she let her blouse hand open while she reached out to take a sip of wine. Her bra was sheer, sort of beige. She pushed her hair back behind her ear.
“You know –“
“All the way off.”
She pulled her blouse open and let it slide down off her arms.
“Stand in the middle of the room please.”
“Fine.” She pouted. She stood up and walked over to the center of the room, picking up her wine glass. She cross her arms and sipped at it.
“Take off your slack.”
“What’s going on with you?”
“Shut the fuck up. If you don’t like it, leave. I’m happy to call you a cab. If you’re not leaving, drop your pants.”
She put the wine glass back on the end table. She undid her fly, then slipped her thumbs under the waistband, pushing the pants down until she could step out of them. She kicked them aside. She was wearing a thong that matched her bra. She crossed her arms in front of her.
“Clasp your hands behind your neck.”
“What the –“
“Wasn’t I clear? If you want to stay here, you will do everything I tell you, without question. If not, just leave now. Am I clear?”
“Yes.” She reluctantly lifted her hands to the nape of her neck.
“Lift your elbows up higher – there, that’s it.” The pose lifted and separated her breasts nicely.
“Do you want to stay here?”
“Yes. But, can’t it just be the way it was before?”
“No. It can never be the way it was before. You were a bitch before. You’re still going to be a bitch, but you’re going to be my bitch. Do you understand?”
“No.”
“Then you’ll have to learn. Take off the thong and resume your position.”
She pulled the thong down and stepped out of it. Her hands went back to her neck but she was letting her elbows sag. I went back to my spare bedroom and returned with a black gym bag.
“What’s in there?”
“You haven’t learned yet?” I removed a black leather
strap from the bag. Attached in the middle was a blue
ball. “Open your mouth.” She complied. I pushed the
blue ball into her mouth then buckled the leather strap
behind her head. The straps pulled the ball further
behind her teeth as I pulled them tight. She tried to say
something but it was muffled by the gag.
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