HybridTheory
12-30-2010, 4:10 PM
“Bow down, slave,” She said, smirking that ever-so innocent, perfectly flawless smile I hated. She knew I hated it too, which only made Her grin that much wider, showcasing her stainless white teeth.
I bowed. I had to. Right at Her feet that were placed in the same pair of black sandals I had licked the day before. Clean after Her night out with Her friends. They had gotten kind of dirty when it started to rain last night. Of course, I wasn’t with them. I was fast asleep at 11 PM - a full five hours after my ‘bedtime’. She treated me like Her child. Wait, scratch that, if I was Her child, I’d be taken away by child services. But in my case. This… court case…
“I can tell you’re thinking about it again.” she laughed, pressing Her sandaled foot onto the back of my head. “You never forget it, do you? The day I won you. You pathetic little thing. All… Mine.”
[Five Years Ago]
I was drunk. And I tried to rape Her. I was drunk. I made the biggest mistake of my life.
“Indeed you did,” She told me. She was a lawyer, and a damn good one herself. I was too, actually. But not on this night. Not when She questioned me. Not when She was the one in charge.
“I didn’t mean to…”
“Shut up,” She demanded, looking at the jury and the judge. “I want you to tell the jury what happened. How it *really* happened.”
“I was drunk,” I said again. “I tried to rape You.”
“Did you succeed?” She asked.
“No,” I replied.
“How come?” She smirked.
“When I tried to take off Your shirt, You kicked me in my testicles,” I told the jury.
“Where did you try to do this?” She smiled.
“On campus. Late at night. After our Law class.”
“Law class,” She spoke so clearly and profoundly. “We go to the same school, don’t we?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“And remember when you tried to ask Me out, but I turned you down?” She asked again.
“Yes,” I answered.
“How did it make you feel?”
“Horrible,” I said. “I really liked You.”
“Liked or Like?” She smiled again. Effortlessly.
“Like,” I corrected myself.
“And how did it make you feel when the professor allowed Me to grade the class’s mid-term papers?”
“Jealous,” I replied.
“And when I graded yours with a failing grade?”
“Beaten.”
“Beaten,” She repeated my words, turning towards the jury. “He thinks he’s beaten. Maybe he is. Even now. Tell me, when I kicked you in the crotch, how did that feel?”
“Objection! Your honour?!” I turned to the female judge who just shook her head.
“Answer the question,” she demanded.
“How did you feel?” She repeated. “When I kicked you in the crotch, and you began to cry.”
“I didn’t cry!” I ‘cried’.
“Yes, you did. When I kicked you in the crotch, you cried like a baby.”
“No, that was after!” I yelled.
“After what?” She giggled again, stroking Her blonde and brown hair.
“After You stuck that fucking thing up my ass!”
“What thing?” She laughed.
Laughter. The jury and judge broke into laughter. And so too did She. That Bitch.
She winked at me. And She whispered, like She could read my thoughts…
[Present Day]
“You’re the bitch.”
A single tear rolled down my cheek. She slipped out of Her sandals by pressing them on my head and proceeded to wipe Her feet all over my face. She laughed like always. They smelled, however, like flowers. She always smelled like flowers. And I always smelled like Her feet. “Rub,” She instructed, and I began to do my thing, pressing my thumbs into Her feet as She sat on Her couch, relaxing, flexing Her toes.
“By the way,” She began, reaching next to the couch, pulling out a bag from a Women’s clothing store. “I have a special surprise for you. Guess what you’ll be wearing when Kayla and Maria come over?”
She pulled it out. It was a pink dress.
“Thank your Goddess. Do what you’re good at, bitch boy.”
“Thank You, Goddess, for buying Your worthless slave a dress to wear,” and with that, I kissed one of Her toes. “Thank You, Goddess, for letting me serve You.” I kissed another. “Thank You, Goddess, for letting me be Your bitch boy instead of going to jail.”
“Now,” She began. “Say that again, but smile when you’re doing it. Like a good little bitch.”
I bowed. I had to. Right at Her feet that were placed in the same pair of black sandals I had licked the day before. Clean after Her night out with Her friends. They had gotten kind of dirty when it started to rain last night. Of course, I wasn’t with them. I was fast asleep at 11 PM - a full five hours after my ‘bedtime’. She treated me like Her child. Wait, scratch that, if I was Her child, I’d be taken away by child services. But in my case. This… court case…
“I can tell you’re thinking about it again.” she laughed, pressing Her sandaled foot onto the back of my head. “You never forget it, do you? The day I won you. You pathetic little thing. All… Mine.”
[Five Years Ago]
I was drunk. And I tried to rape Her. I was drunk. I made the biggest mistake of my life.
“Indeed you did,” She told me. She was a lawyer, and a damn good one herself. I was too, actually. But not on this night. Not when She questioned me. Not when She was the one in charge.
“I didn’t mean to…”
“Shut up,” She demanded, looking at the jury and the judge. “I want you to tell the jury what happened. How it *really* happened.”
“I was drunk,” I said again. “I tried to rape You.”
“Did you succeed?” She asked.
“No,” I replied.
“How come?” She smirked.
“When I tried to take off Your shirt, You kicked me in my testicles,” I told the jury.
“Where did you try to do this?” She smiled.
“On campus. Late at night. After our Law class.”
“Law class,” She spoke so clearly and profoundly. “We go to the same school, don’t we?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“And remember when you tried to ask Me out, but I turned you down?” She asked again.
“Yes,” I answered.
“How did it make you feel?”
“Horrible,” I said. “I really liked You.”
“Liked or Like?” She smiled again. Effortlessly.
“Like,” I corrected myself.
“And how did it make you feel when the professor allowed Me to grade the class’s mid-term papers?”
“Jealous,” I replied.
“And when I graded yours with a failing grade?”
“Beaten.”
“Beaten,” She repeated my words, turning towards the jury. “He thinks he’s beaten. Maybe he is. Even now. Tell me, when I kicked you in the crotch, how did that feel?”
“Objection! Your honour?!” I turned to the female judge who just shook her head.
“Answer the question,” she demanded.
“How did you feel?” She repeated. “When I kicked you in the crotch, and you began to cry.”
“I didn’t cry!” I ‘cried’.
“Yes, you did. When I kicked you in the crotch, you cried like a baby.”
“No, that was after!” I yelled.
“After what?” She giggled again, stroking Her blonde and brown hair.
“After You stuck that fucking thing up my ass!”
“What thing?” She laughed.
Laughter. The jury and judge broke into laughter. And so too did She. That Bitch.
She winked at me. And She whispered, like She could read my thoughts…
[Present Day]
“You’re the bitch.”
A single tear rolled down my cheek. She slipped out of Her sandals by pressing them on my head and proceeded to wipe Her feet all over my face. She laughed like always. They smelled, however, like flowers. She always smelled like flowers. And I always smelled like Her feet. “Rub,” She instructed, and I began to do my thing, pressing my thumbs into Her feet as She sat on Her couch, relaxing, flexing Her toes.
“By the way,” She began, reaching next to the couch, pulling out a bag from a Women’s clothing store. “I have a special surprise for you. Guess what you’ll be wearing when Kayla and Maria come over?”
She pulled it out. It was a pink dress.
“Thank your Goddess. Do what you’re good at, bitch boy.”
“Thank You, Goddess, for buying Your worthless slave a dress to wear,” and with that, I kissed one of Her toes. “Thank You, Goddess, for letting me serve You.” I kissed another. “Thank You, Goddess, for letting me be Your bitch boy instead of going to jail.”
“Now,” She began. “Say that again, but smile when you’re doing it. Like a good little bitch.”