Trapped Between Her Legs

Don’t you think I’ve suffered enough? Don’t you think ten years is beyond what’s reasonable for my crimes?

I only called them cunts, for Chrissakes!

I get it. I am a cunt now; you turned me into one. I will never forget it, I will never use that word for women again. Please… please, just…

…let me have my body back.

I know what I did was wrong. I know now that the Sisterhood are watching us men at all times; noting our misogynist thoughts, our little cruelties.

Know that when the balance is tipped too far, they intervene and put us on trial. Punish us with transformation, then leave an automaton walking around in our place, so no-one ever knows we’re even missing.

Now I know that, I’ll never, ever be bad again. I promise. I’ll be the nicest man you’ve ever met. The kindest, most-gentlemanly male in all the world.

Only please don’t leave me trapped here another ten years. Please don’t make me spend another decade between my mistress’s legs. My mistress who used to be my secretary.

Please don’t leave me as Karen’s pussy.

The light is stronger now. Above me – around me, part of me – I feel my mistress awake. Feel her stretch, hear her distant yawn.

She sits up. The sheets suddenly move beneath me. My whole body jiggles as my mistress rearranges herself. Spreads her legs.

I lie here, whimpering, as I hear something being picked up off the table. Let out an internal moan as my mistress’s long-nailed hand reappears, clutching the big, thick dildo she likes to use sometimes; the one that makes her gasp and scream with pleasure.

The one that makes me feel like I’m dying with desire and humiliation all at once.

As I cry to myself, a finger – as long as my entire body – curls down. Starts gently teasing at my lips, rubbing lazily at my clit, making it tingle and my body become warm and wet against my will.

“Morning, Mr. Stone,” Karen whispers, mockingly; still using the form of address she had to as my employee, all those years ago. Her voice is both noise to me and vibration, traveling through her belly to echo faintly inside me.

“Now, how about we start the day off with a bang, huh?”

Then she leans back, spreads her legs so wide I can no longer see them at the edges of my vision, angles the dildo…

…and then my exquisite daily life of torture and misery begins all over again.