SubM1ssy

Two
Part I

i am awake.  It is warm, and while there is no sun on my face, i can feel it.  There are wounds on my back and with each breath a flash before my eyes, heavy breathing in my head, and the pain from the tree is searing through me down to my pussy.  i lay, on my side, and remember.  Piece together and paw through the details of the night before.  Still in my work clothes, and my face still smelling of His cum as i rubbed my cheek and felt it flake off.  i crawled out of the tent and the sun fell upon me like the encounter that had occurred only a few hours before.  What time is it anyway?  If it were not for the searing pain in my back, the dirt on my knees, and the unanticipated dried lubricant on my face i would have naturally thought everything that happened last night was a dream.  The grass is hard on my knees and mixes with the dried mud from the previous night.  i stand and survey my back yard, looking and hoping to see Him.  i do not.  Stuck crudely to the tree is a paper.  i read it.  It's directions are crudely written as if there was not a hard surface available.  The words are direct and clear, "i will find You.  You are mine."  A fear trailed from my feet up to my chest and fell tight as my breathing grew heavy.  i look around as if He was watching.  i felt like a deer being hunted.  'I will find you,' what does that mean?  Am i being watched?  How aggressive could this Man become if given the opportunity.  The opportunity i so eagerly and willingly provided by opening the door to being used and willfully giving the blood that coarse through my veins to him.  Here i am, standing before the tree where He possessed my body and i gave my soul so quickly and unquestionably, the wind blowing through my hair as the paper flutterd against the bark. 

i break a small pane of glass in my kitchen door and enter my home.  i begin to boil a tea pot on medium and head upstairs to the shower.  As the shower water warms, i stare at my face in the mirror.  i stare at the white mess against my blushing skin and then i look beyond that to my freckles, then to my pores.  Looking, as if, for the first time at the texture of my skin.  Each ridge and gland anew, and somehow, different.  i stare at my eyelashes and then into my eyes.  They are lighter around the edges and flick out like fire around the edges.  Deeper toward the center i examine how they grow darker and deeper as they reach the pupil.  My eyes are now truly a glimpse into my soul because my soul is just as black and endless.

There is no dining room furniture in my home so i stand at the window, blinds open, awaiting the tow truck with my car.  This is always me, here at the wide open window, wanting to be noticed but hoping i won't be.  i stand before my window in a short shirt and men's boxer shorts barely hanging onto my highly accentuated hips.  i feel sexy and alive.  Today i do not mind being alone.  i do not feel as if i am clawing at my skin to get out or to do anything for that matter.  i see very few cars passing by, but because it is Monday the sound of the recycling truck gives the sounds and illusion of a bustling avenue in the city.  The air is cool and my tea is hot making my nipples edge further and further away from my body.  i graze them with my hand each time i take a sip., making me drink faster.  

i begin to wonder more about His note and the previous night.  i am an over thinker.  With each leaf that falls from the tree comes a new thought, a new outcome, a new lease.  Taboo fantasies and long-time desires begin to plague my mind's eye and i am suddenly breathing faster at the thought that He will come for me.  When and where?  i wonder if i will see it coming?  i wonder if He is as worked up as i am or if i am just another task in His daily planner.  i begin to wonder if i should be at the diner more often.  Make myself more readily available to Him, but this is impossible without knowing Him or His routine.  i remember Him saying He knew me...literally or was He just calling me as He saw?  The thoughts were becoming too much so i decide to leave the house.

i choose a black summer gown with a large white flower on the bottom, no sleeves or straps and a pair of matching sandals.  i briefly forget about the marks and my back and remember that i will have to leave my hair down to conceal them.  It is like He is with me always now.  The wounds, which only hurt if i scratch, are a constant reminder in between my legs and throughout my body of the silent power He held, and in some way, still holds over me.   

i find a spot in front of Borders.  There are rarely any in the front, even on a Monday, which is why i take note.  Any other time, hours later, i wander in search of the car that is screaming in panic alarm mode.  The door swooshes open and my hair flies away from my face like a breeze.  i knew at that moment i would not stop pushing it out of my face, putting it behind my ear, anything to keep the long curls out of my eyes.  i walk pass the small coffee shop on my right and take glance at the people huddled behind their lattes and laptops enjoying their free wi-fi.  i smile within as i wonder if any of them are hoping to be noticed.  i pass by the newest Vampire series' and other teen novels and make my way to the only section i am ever in.  Just near the Psychology but beyond the cooking is where i am.  Sitting on the window's ledge or cross legged on the floor.  Sometimes flipping through the titles for 20 or even 30 minutes before something catches my eye.  It seems like i have seen them all before and passed by them all before.  Few people pass by the isle, some in search of law titles have to stand right behind me as i attempt to make a decision.  Finally i choose four.  i sit on the ledge and pick a page in the middle of each book.  i read a few paragraphs one by one and make my decision.  This is the hard part.  Making the purchase.  It's one thing to sit and read freely in a corner, it's another to have to pay for the tales of torture and await the receipt to print.  There is a cute, pixie-like girl behind the counter i have not seen before.  Her hair is black and short, her make up is little, if any, and flattering, she is smiling.  Momentarily distracted by her attention to me, she again says next and this time motions for me.  i hand her the book and feel the heat in my face as i attempt to think of puppies, sandwiches, fairies, anything but the corset covering the front page and words like 'Master, flog, and Dominate' that grace the back page.  She smiles broadly and tells me to enjoy.  i leave, for some reason, with my head half down. 

i pull up to my favorite coffee shop, park, and head to the door with my newly purchased prize.  i am almost skipping with the idea of sitting outside and reading in the sun under the little umbrella.  i get something to drink as i attempt to resist the sweet smelling pastry calling my name.  There is some indie music blaring way too loudly over the speaker which only hurries me out to the patio.  There i sit, in my usual spot.  Will anyone notice?  Will anyone see me? 

i arrive to my house.  As the sun begins to fall i start to feel the overwhelming feeling of loneliness and try to think of something to occupy my time tonight.  Making plans for nothing i suppose.  i enter and walk to the kitchen where i drop my purse on the island and my keys into....
The back door is open.  My stomach sinks as a hand reaches around my mouth and another around my belly,  i am consumed with fear and can hardly move. 


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It's late and i am dreading the walk back to my car.  i always leave last.  i don't know why ofcourse, call me a dedicated worker, married to my job...or a clock rider.  That's clock, with an "l".  Anyway, the stadium lights are dim, my body is finally adjusting to my equipment being off.  The batteries on the charger, check.  The belt emptied and hung, check.  Everyone's flash secure, check.  And i'm finally out the door.  This place is seems like a morgue once all the people are gone.  Hard to believe there was more than 105,000 people in here, laughing, drinking, begging me to take their photo while they give their buddies high fives and kiss the sluts on their arm.  Short skirts and heavy makeup, those are the worst.  They glare at me as i make eyes at their boyfriend's cocks and stare at their cleavage through the lens.  It's bliss for me either way. 
So here i am, taking the 2 mile trek to the college to get my semi decent 2000 carriage from the emptied lot.  Wearing frumpy khaki shorts, a stadium issued shirt doting a team logo i don't really care for, hair barely hanging onto the clip i put in there some 8 hours ago.  Sweaty, bleading at the heel from my crumby shoes i refuse to replace because "they're cute".  Truth be told, they remind me of what a teenager would wear and i secretly like the pain they expell throughout the game as they cut through the skin on my akiles heel. 
Starting the car, driving through the lot to the exit...WHAT THE FUCK!!!? The stupid gate's closed.  Who the FUCK closed the gate!?  Goddammit!  Okay, okay, so what the fuck... My house is too far to walk what the fuck.  my anger grows as i realize, like i had forgotten, i have no one at home.  No one to call or rescue me.  Stupid lonliness!  i park, grab my book, and  i walk.  There's a Wal-mart in the near distance but i refuse.  There is a diner at the corner!  Alas, i shall go there and drink too much coffee until i can't sit any longer and HAVE to get up and walk.
The bell rings as i open the door to the diner.  The smell of fried everything and coffee fill the air.  A sense of down home, back road, route 66, and everything on the edge of country fills my mind with memories of traveling down dark roads at god awful hours.  i plop down in a booth in the back.  Waitress takes my coffee order and i open my book.  i like to choose titles that only people on the fringe of madness would want to get to know the reader.  This rarely has nothing to do with the books, themselves, which are almost always surprisingly mild mannered.  Titles like, This Book has Issues, Choke, Getting to Know the Devil, and so on.  Tonight, being a winning game night, everyone has a companion at their table.  They're going on and on about their latest favorite lifetime memory of who knows what.  And there's me.  my little 5'3", 130 pound frame snuggled in a corner with a book.  Wanting to be noticed but hoping i won't be.  my tits sit on the table as i lean into the book like a familiar Lover.  i love that about my breasts.  They sit on the table like perfect globes.  It's the one thing i love looking at on me...my boobs. :)
The bell rings again.  i think the guy sits at the bar, i don't know, i'm snuggling my coffee and book too much to care.  Someone's staring at me!  i look up, the waitress is right in my face, "More coffee, Hun?" "Uh, no, thank you," it's full, i think to myself.  As she moves her ass down the aisle i stare breifly, out of habit, wouldn't want to miss a good ass, ya know.  The man, the man at the bar is looking at me over his shoulder, out of the corner of his eye.  i quickly look back at my book.  i feel ashamed that i saw him, he saw me, we saw each other.  i try to eavesdrop as he says a few words to the waitress.  Her petty attempt at flirting makes me laugh.  She's way too old for him.  Looking Him over i start to wish i was wearing something slutty, something to catch his eye and let him know i have at least a touch of whore in my blood.  i do, and i want him to know badly.  i want HIM to take me home.  i want him to push all that fried shit, pies, and coffe, and whatever the hell else off the counter and plop my ass on it.  Fuck me, i screamed inside as i cautiously peeked over my book at him. 
i am three cups deep now and amped to the fullest.  i close my book and exit.  i step outside and breathe a deep breath of clean air.  i look out, the traffic has died down significantly and i start off.  The nine mile walk is going to take at least three hours. 
Two hours into the hike a car begins to get closer.  My shadow begins to stretch long as i walk with my head down.  It steadies.  It's following behind me.  Close.  HONK!!  HONK!!  i scoot over even farther and hold my head down more.  HOOONNNKKK!!  "What the fuck," i yell and turn around.  The car is stopped and sitting.  i can't see anything but a shadow beyond the bright lights. i hold my hand up to shield the charge of light in my face.  i slowly walk toward the passenger window.  It's a Jeep and everything inside is exposed.  The rag top pulled over the top with little doors.  Mud covers the tires and the ass end of the vehicle.  "Can i help you," i say in my big girl voice, scared, but firm.  It's Him.  The guy from the counter.  The one i wanted to bend me over the counter and fuck me, spank me, anything me.  "Oh," it came out like a yelp when i realized who it was.  He chuckeled and opened the door.  "Get in," He demanded still chuckling a little, but i took it as a full on demand.  i got in, i don't know why, other than the command given, but there i was.  Defying every mother's warning, i was in a strangers car.  i felt naughty.  Clearly the redness in my face was from blushing and NOT the walk.  He asked me which turns to make and i gave directions when asked.  i could feel his eyes surveying my ugly khakis, my bare, flexed legs, down to my "they're cute" shoes.  There were little words between the directions.  i attempted a joke about the book i was reading after he commented about seeing me in the diner.  i took him straight to my driveway.  A sex predator?  God, i hope so.  A rapist?  Might i be so lucky!?  My pussy was already pulsing as we drove and i mentally went through several nasty senarios.  "Want to come in?"  The words came out without thought.  i went to correct myself, to reject the offer as if he gave it to me.  He smiled a devilish smile as He unclicked His seat belt.  My cunt throbbed.


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