I.
I stand in the doorway, awaiting instruction. My appearance is exactly as she requested. Demanded. I walk slowly into the parlor, carefully counting my steps. A strong, masculine hand takes mine. I hear a low sound of approval as he raises my arm over my head and turns me in a slow circle. His hand releases mine. I wait, breathless, for the next move. This is all I was truly prepared for. The rest, she said, will be entirely up to him.
His hot breath comes against my ear.
"Aren't you a thing of beauty," he says.
A single fingertip brushes the tops of my breasts. A smooth palm caresses my ass. From across the room I hear her voice.
"Will she do, love," she asks.
I gasp as his tongue traces my shoulder before he replies.
"Best. Birthday. Ever."
II.
I watched his face as she entered the room. I told him he had a surprise. We waited in the parlor. The moment she walked through the doors, he stopped speaking. He began to rise, then hesitated, looking to me for approval. Permission. I nodded my encouragement, despite the lump in my throat. His face was transformed with lust. I blinked my burning eyes. It was a beautiful expression, one that he hadn't turned to me in years.
I watched him touch her. Caress her. Whisper in her ear. I swallowed hard and spoke.
"Will she do, love," I asked.
I watch his slacks stretch tight across his hardening cock as he continued to appraise his gift. I raised an eyebrow. No need for Viagra tonight.
My throat tightened as I thought of all I've done, all I've given him. His words cut deep.
"Best. Birthday. Ever."
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Our instructions this week...
Keywords: Entrance or Exit, but not bothForbidden Words: Slave, Slut, Blindfold
Bonus Words: Tell us a story about your first experience with a blindfold or sensory deprivation
Extra Credit: Put more than two peope in the room, but don't let the extras touch.
Word count:
150 words from her perspective and
150 from another's.
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