A Subs First Foray into Writing (CW: Hypno, Objectification, CNC)
Th-this is my first time writing erotica for… Well, anyone, I guess? M-my Mistress and I do a lot of roleplay, but… Haven’t ever really written out a fantasy for anyone else to, uhm, enjoy... So, uh… Here we go? Hopefully I got the Content Warnings right? U-uhm... F-feedback is welcome...
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I’m blushing before she even knocks on the front door. I’ve been waiting for weeks to see her and now… Now she’s here, just outside and waiting for me to answer the door. She’s incredible. She makes me squirm and pant just from her words… What is she going to be able to do with me once she gets her hands on me?
Another knock. I shake my head to clear the thoughts that pinned me to my chair. I rush to the door, desperately trying to think of what to say… Shouldn’t have bothered. Any words drown in my throat as I see her. My knees nearly buckle. Maybe I should let them? I’m not saying anything, just gaping. I should say something. Anything. Her eyes are… Gods they’re like fires eating away at my mind, that half amused glint that I’ve only seen in pictures or videos.
She leans forward, not breaking eye contact, and whispers… Is it a whisper? It feels so loud… Like the entire world is gone and it’s just that voice layered over everything else like a blanket… What did she whisper? Oh gods, I wasn’t listening, what did she whisper?
Her eyes narrow a fraction and my heart begins to pound (or was it already pounding? It must have been pounding already, right?). “Invite. Me. In. Doll.” No louder than the first time, but each word bitten off and sharpened like a blade. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
“Y-yes, Mistress! S-sorry! P-please come in!” I step out of her way, and she walks past, her eyes sweeping away from mine to take in the room. I should have cleaned more. I spent a week cleaning but I should have cleaned more. She’ll notice. She’ll hate it. She’ll…
“Close the door, Doll, and come here.”
I close the door. I’m standing in front of her. When did I move? Her lips are moving again. Her voice is drowning out my thoughts again. I’m on my knees and her hand is tangled in my hair. Gripping lightly to ensure I can’t look away from her eyes. Those eyes… I’m sinking and the world is a dark void filled with nothing but a thin glass surface and an endless sky dominated by one light. Her light. When did she say the trigger phrase to put me in this state? W-when did I drop out of reality?
“Such a good Doll, aren’t you? So willing and ready now… But why did you make me wait, Doll? Why was the door locked? Why weren’t you waiting like a good Doll for your Mistress, already kneeling and needy?”
Air. I can’t breathe under the pressure of her disappointment. My lungs are fluttering and nothing is going in or going out. I open my mouth. I close my mouth. Panic is settling in. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do. I don’t kno-
“Hmm… Seems that my Doll is feeling quiet today… Maybe that’s for the best… Here, Doll… Open your mouth.”
I open my mouth. She gags me and carefully adjusts the strap so that it holds in place without digging in… My Mistress takes care of her things so well, and that’s all I am… A thing for her… My muscles are relaxing and tensing in waves of pleasure that emanate from where her fingers brush against me. A sting as she grasps my hair again, tighter this time, and wrenches my attention back to her eyes.
“Are you enjoying my touch, little toy? Are you having fun?”
I can’t respond. I have no voice. No muscles to move anymore. She tilts my head down and up, in a puppeteered nod.
“Good… Because I’m going to break you today, little toy. I’m going to dismantle you and lay out all of your little pieces so that I can look over them and enjoy seeing you spread out for me on the floor… You think you’re already so close to coming undone, but I’m going to show you how far apart you can be made to be, Doll. How far every little thought can become from the one that follows. How far a second can stretch… Do you want that, little toy?”
She nods my head. She grins. She whispers and her voice is the last thing I hear properly for a long long time…
“Good. Girl.”