Trapped Between Her Legs

I wake up slowly, as I always do, the moment dawn breaks.

The light is almost gray beneath the sheets, cold and distant. Either side of me, the legs of my mistress stretch away from me; impossibly long, impossibly big. Slightly bent, from where she’s curled up while sleeping, no doubt with a faint smile on her impossibly-beautiful face.

Like most mornings, I have a moment’s disorientation, a moment when I forget what’s happened to me, and briefly wonder where I am.

For a split second, I even panic that I’ll be late for work. Try to roll over in the bed, to reach out, to check my cell and see what time it is, see if the alarm has failed to go off. Stupidly, I still believe that these human actions are something I’m capable of.

Then the image fades. My memory reasserts itself. And I remember that I will never, ever have to worry about going to work, ever again.

Never have to worry about showing up on time, or wearing a suit, or flirting with Karen, my dark-haired, beautiful secretary. Pinching her bum and asking if she’ll join me for a dirty weekend somewhere.

Since they passed my cruel and awful sentence, I haven’t had to worry about anything at all.

In the half-gloom, high above me, I hear a faint, sleepy giggle. My mistress, laughing in her sleep, almost as if she’s heard me.

She shifts slightly, rolling on her side, and my whole world seems to lurch with her. Her legs draw up, her thighs moving like two vast towers of flesh, pressing up either side of me, squashing me.

Half asleep, she reaches down with one delicate hand and starts playing lazily with my tiny tuft of wiry hair.

I hate it when she does this. It makes me feel so weak, so powerless. I want to angrily reach up and swat her hand away. Or at least close my eyes and go back to sleep.

But I’m incapable of doing either. I no longer have hands or arms. No longer have eyes.

No longer have anything but these two plump lips that hang softly together, making up most of my body-mass. This tight, moist hole that opens and closes within me. This tiny nub of nerves that comes alive when strong men touch it.