it seems like a year ago, but i recall a time when my Mistress and i were working fervently on a project together. She was focused and determined to get the job done, but She also had other things to do also, as was always the case. without a second thought, She sat me down at the computer and told me what to do. as Her willing servant, i was more than happy to comply.
"Now, my fishyboy, i want you to compile the rest of this contact information for Me and burn the remaining dvds. understood?"
She grabbed my chin and looked me in the eye with a stare that said i had better do as i an told, or i may be on this evening's menu. then without warning i felt Her lithesome strong arms wrap around my neck and suddenly lock around my head. She smirked and then reached for a sharpie from the desk.
"Ohhhhhhhh, what have W/we here? .... Mmmmmmmmmmm ... (that sound She emitted usually meant something sinister and forboding was about to happen to me.) Just what I was looking for, hmmmmmm .... don't you think?" She proceeded to open the marker with Her teeth and stuck it under my nose. with a smug grin She jabbed my nose repeatedly, and began to take swipes at my face. not satisfied with the results, She reached for something else. "Mmmmmmmmmmm ... let's find something with a BIGGER point and a bit more PERMANENT ". i watched helplessly imobilized as She again popped the cap off, looked at my face, then with the concentration of an olde worlde artisan set to work.
the black marks flew quickly all over my complexion. with the lucridity and precision of a machine She had soon covered every inch of my face with ... gasp!
-_- "POX!"
She exclaimed. "you have a very bad case of marker pox all over your face!" She laughed fiendishly and seemed so delighted with herself. "Now go and look at yourself ... right now, hop to it ... look in the mirror."
i really had no desire to do so,. i wanted to finish with the tasks my Mistress had assigned me. besides, if W/we both finished what W/we had set out to do for the evening, there was a good chance of spending time at Her feet and watching a video on Netflix.
i stalled ... my Mistress was becoming impatient though ...
"NOW!" She furrowed Her brow and pointed me in the direction of the mirror
i reluctantly got up to go take a peek. omg! She wasn't kidding! every inch of my face had hideous black marks all over it. even my lips and the insides of my ears were covered with them! i heard her laugh with sinister abandon. i tried to rub it off, but it would not budge. She continued to chortle, laugh and mock me, as i valiantly licked my fingers and rubbed hard to get the black blotches off.
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NO! ...but i continued to rub.
Did you HEAR ME? ... She grabbed my hand and then smacked me hard across the face. "
I SAID NO! DON'T TOUCH IT!" my ears were clocked and ringing. suddenly, i felt like a school boy being reprimanded by his teacher for doing something out of sorts.
"Now, get back to work. I don't want to have to tell you again." Her long double digit reinforced the point and pain, as Her nail gouged into my forehead. i sulked and went back to my seat and sat down in front of the computer.with arms crossed She scrunched up her lips in an I know it all manner slapped me hard in the back of the head and issued a stern warning.
placing both hands on the desk She bent down near my face. She tenderly glazed the tips of Her fingernails against the side of my forehead.
"Don't you DARE attempt to remove my beautiful pox .... now, get back to work ...I have plenty more for you to do before the night is through." She fluffed up Her black tresses then disappeared in a rush to answer a text ding on Her phone.
as i sat down at the computer i could see the reflection of my face in the glare of my cellphone. i had to say, She was certainly thorough. i looked like i had been in a middleschool marker fight and that She had obviously won.
i tried to keep it off my mind and went back to the task at hand. burning the dvds was my first priority, but unfortunately W/we had run out of dvds. i went to her room and knocked on Her door and told Her about the supply problem.
She sat crosslegged in the middle of her bed reading while Her long dark hair framed the delicate features of Her face and brushed listlessly against the pages of the book She was reading.
She looked up from Her reading and emitted a loud snark.
"you should see yourself ...I mean really, you look just fucking ridiculous!"
i wasn't in the mood for Her mockery. i really wanted to get this work done. i stood respectfully and said.
"hah, hah, oh yes, this is sooooooo funny ... but, it does not solve the problem of the dvds that need to be burned."
suddenly, She got serious. She looked up at me quizically.
"Well, do you know what kind of dvds to get?" i swallowed hard and shuffled uncomfortably from foot to foot. She always could look right through me it seemed.
"well, ah ..." i stammered
She effortlessly rose from the bed and with hands on Her hips and stood nose to nose with me. Her intense penetrating gaze seemed to strip me and tighten the chains which had me enslaved to Her every arbitrary whim and capricious thought.
"Well, DO you? ..." She crossed Her arms and took another step which narrowed the gap uncomfortably close between U/us.
"i ... uh ... my stammering was ridiculous and pathetic...looking down, i had to admit defeat ....guess no."
the stoic crack broke into a playful grin when She knew She had gained my submission.
"I didn't think so pet, so W/we will both need to go to the store to pick up some, so You can finish this task for Me."
"Now, go find my tennis shoes and my purse and let's get going."
i quickly retrieved Her sneakers and purse and within a matter of minutes was ready to lock up the house and head for the store. my Mistress had already made Herself comfortable in the truck and was waiting impatiently for me.
"Would you come on please. I have much more for You to do this evening, and W/we have barely started."
i scrambled for the keys and began to turn the lock for the door when the horrible realization hit me.
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OMG! MY FACE!" i couldn't leave the house looking like this!not out in public! no, way ... it was one thing to have Her do it to me in Her lair, but still quite another to have to endure this humiliation out in public.
NO, this wasn't going to happen.
i stopped, stalled and backed up towards the house. but, i hadn't counted on the tenacity of my Mistress.
"What ARE you doing? Didn't I say to get a move on and GET in the car? What is taking so long?" She stuck Her head out the car window and was a little more than exasperated with me.
but, i was determined to not show up in the store looking like a poster child for Her marker's target practice. i shook my head and started to pout.
"i can't go in the store looking like this?" i stood with both palms open.
"What?, Looking like what? What do you mean?" Her long tresses took off and fluttered around Her cheeks, but She was rapidly loosing Her patience.
"just give me a moment and i"ll go wash it off, i'll be right back, ok?" i continued to back towards the house, but now She was out and headed towards me.
"you will do nothing of the sort. now get your ASS in the car and let's go,
NOW!" but, i was adamnant! i couldn't let anyone see me like this. i mean, what if ... what if someone from my work saw me there walking around like this. i would never hear the end of it! i could just hear it now,
"oh hi there. what are all those dots on your face for?" ... or, "hello there, _____ i couldn't help notice, but you seem to have shit all over your face. how did that happen?"
no, no, no ... that was not going to happen. She would just have to understand ... i would only be a minute ... two at the most ... wouldn't take anytime at all. be in and out ... real ... quick ... like ...
but now She was up in my face, and my Mistress did not look happy at all. She looked rather down right menacing and quite pissed.
"Listen fishbreath,
I SAID GET IN THE GODAMNED CAR RIGHT NOW! YOU WILL NOT REMOVE MY POX! YOU WILL NOT TOUCH THEM! UNDERSTOOD?"
and now i was ready to crumble like a house of cards before Her. i had to think of something quick , as i was losing ground. i had to try and stop this from happening. i trembled ... and said,
"but, i don't want to be an embarrassment to You looking like this. just let me go in and wash this off.? please."
it was the wrong thing to say, and i walked right into it.
She cocked Her head and stared hard at me ....
" Oh, but, I do want you to look like this. it pleases me very much so. Now move your butt into the car, or my foot will help you decide". She grabbed me by the elbow and locked my other arm behind my back and pushed me towards the car.
"GET in .... let's go ... W/we have lost enough time tonight." She pushed me through the car door's opening and then took Her place beside me.
i begrudingly got in behind the wheel and started the car. She continued to bully me forward and it was at that point that i knew my resistance to Her wishes was utterly hopeless and would only earn Her rancor towards me.
as W/we drove into traffic. She slapped me hard a couple times across the face, almost hittting me directly in the eye.
"Now, no pouting ... I will have none of that. besides, you look so fucking pathetic. I'm really enjoying this." She placed Her sneakered feet against my windshield and continued to mock me.
"well, i'm NOT getting out of the car when W/we get there." i said defiantly. "You can go in and i'll wait in the car."
"Oh, no, no, no ... you ARE going in with me, and you will SHUT-UP about this and like it. Besides, I am going to enjoy engaging in some
showing off." She slapped me hard again and then once more to make an emphasis to Her point.
i hemmed and hawed and pouted the rest of the way there, pleading with Her to reconsider.She only laughed and cajoled me with pretentious oooohs and awwwwwwwwes feigning that She could give a fishe's ass for my embarrassed state. W/we pulled into the lot and i continued to beg and plead to not have to endure this humiliation.
"Nope ... You will do as I say and that is it." She then climbed out of the door, then stopped. She looked hard at me and bristled. "So are you going to get your ass out of this car, or am i going to have to pull it out and do it for you?" She stood with Her arms crossed and stared coldly at me.
i tensed up and refused to move, locking my feet and arms around the steering wheel.
"Very well then."
opening my door She flung it open and then grabbed me by the ears and threw me out the car. it felt as if my ears were going to be torn off my head. The pain was excruciating and i bent down to cup them with my hands to make sure they were still there.
"There, you see, it isn't so bad ... nothing that a little coercion can't fix to have you do My bidding. She bent over me and spoke to me in a low threatening tone. "I'm not afraid to make a scene My fish, now either do as I say, or everyone here will know exactly what you have been up to. I have nothing to lose here, but I do certainly think that you do." She stood up and straightened Her yoga pants and then brushed off the lettering of Her tight tee.
i stubbornly got up and stood stiff legged. i was smart enough to remember to bring a hoodie and i pulled the hood over my head trying to cover my face.
as W/we walked together, i was hunched over trying to not look suspicious or terribly inconspicuous.
She laughed and poked me hard in the ribs with Her keys.
"you look like a godamned criminal.: NOW you really are drawing attention to yourself." i didn't care what i looked like at that point. i couldn't imagine the embarassment and humiliation at being spotted by one of my colleagues, or someone i knew. yet, She seemed to take this all in stride. enjoying every excruciatingly painful minute of this. She tweeked my ear and pulled me down to Her level. She pinched the inside of my ear quite hard between the nails of Her thumb and middle finger.
"Mmmmmmm ... Oh how i am enjoying this." Her whisper was breathless and sensual, almost as if She was feeding on the terror of this moment. She sneered a bit and with a clinched smile She showed Her teeth to me. "I want everyone to know who has done this fun thing to you. i want everyone to see your submissive abasement as you walk beside Me. NOW, take off that hood, before i remove it in a way which will not be pleasant." She stood before me with both legs apart. Her double jointed stance was only accentuated more by Her black and pink Nikes and a tight well fitted pair of yoga pants. with hands on Her flared hips She stood formidably in front of me blocking my path.
"Take it off, NOW. I won't ask you again fish boy". With Her jaw set and clenched She moved to yank the hood off my head. i tried to sidestep, but as usual Her reflexes were much faster than mine. She met me in the aisle and leaped to remove my sheilding hoodie. Like a skilled basketball player She leaped up and yanked both sides down revealing my pox marked face to the entire store.
i reached to put the hood back on, and was met by a stiff barrier, as She slapped down my hands, not one, two but three times. my hands stung from the slaps and i rubbed them to try to take away the stinging pain.
"Now, pick up the DVDs and walk with me to the counter to pay for them." She spoke to me again with that psychotic tone of voice. i felt shackled to Her by the sheer will and determination She expressed in controlling me.
as W/we walked i felt eyes all over the store mocking and degrading me. it seemed as if the invisible lead She was walking me with continued to grow tighter and tighter with each designated step towards the front of the store. i continued to implore my Mistress to allow me to put the hoodie back on, but She seemed intent on following through with this walk of abasement. what was more horrifying was that She seemed to have to talk with everyone in the store.
"Hi, how are you doing?" ... "No, I haven't seen the towels on sale." ..."Yes, everything is fine." "Have a good day." "Nice talking with you." She went on and on. intentionally talking to everyone to insure that i continued to lap at Her Nikes at the well of my degraded depravitiy. the shame and humiliation were more than i could bear. i hung my head down as low as it would go to at least attempt to sheild my face from being seen.
but, i was terribly unsuccessful.
all over the store i could hear and see people laughing and smirking at the spectacle that i presented. two teen girls giggled and the sight as W/we strode past the electronics. an older woman tried to hide the guffaw as W/we moved into the housewares, and a man and his little daughter tried to look away as i tried to hastily walk past them.
"ewwwwwww ... look daddy, that man has black dots all over his face." with every snicker, gasp, chortle and giggle, my Mistress seemed to bask in Her walk, er strut of my shame and degradation.
She put Her arms behind Her head and fluffed up Her billowy hair. "Oh, I am really enjoying this. aren't you?" She narrowed Her eyes and stretched. i said nothing, but continued to scan the store for possible people i might know. my eyes with pupils widened, darted back and forth and scanned the store. i longed to get out of this embarrassing situation. i even tried to walk ahead of my Mistress to hurry Her along.
but, it was of no avail. W/we continued to make our way towards the cashier. the cashier seemed to take this all in stride. he said nothing as he rang us up. but, i could tell that he too was enjoying my humiliating discomfort.
W/we paid for the purchase and then i walked .... let me change that ... walked quickly .... no rather ran ... no ....
sprinted to the parking lot and the truck. i fumbled for my keys and they dropped out of my hand, and as usual would not work in the slot.
"please, please, please ... let's get out of here!" i desperately thought.
my Mistress continued to take a steady even pace and was seemingly quite amused by the entire spectacle.
"Start the car please." She commanded. "you know pescado, you really were pathetic today, and now that I know how much you enjoy being out in public with Me ... well then .... W/we are just going to have to have more outings like this. Who knows, maybe i'll paint your whole face next time and write some chosen quotes on it". She chuckled and tweaked my cheek. "Yes, I will have to do something like that. it would be ultimately amusing."
i crouched behind the wheel and drove us home, envisioning soap, water, alcohol, baby oil, brillo pads, comet ... something! to scrub off the pox. .....er, with Her permission of course. ;-)
