Domme Girlfriend’s Faux Jealousy (A Mind Game)
“You! Come here now!” Damn she sounded mad.
“I don’t have time for you to put your collar on. Kowtow!”
That was maybe the third time she used that word. I wished she had never read it. I dropped to my knees and bowed extending my hands in front of me crossing them at the wrist, not allowing them to touch the floor. I could hold the posture for thirty seconds if I was lucky.
It was probably less than fifteen before I fell on my hands. She stomped on them.
“You incompetent slave! Can’t obey a simple instruction. Bend up and look at me.”
Kneeling upright I did. What I saw startled me. I saw a funny reflection of myself. She was wearing mirrored glasses. For the first time ever I couldn’t get feedback from her eyes. I froze without seeing her eyes I didn’t know what to do. All I saw was myself on my knees looking pathetic.
“Tell me you worthless piece of shit is there something wrong with the way I look?” She kicked my knees.
“I – ” More kicks.
“Aren’t you satisfied with me? Don’t I do enough for you?”
I did not try to say anything. Lost and confused I started to tremble.
“Don’t try that trick with me you unfaithful little worm!”
I was actually getting dizzy. She was the only star in my galaxy, I wouldn’t know how to be unfaithful. I just looked up at her hurt and silent.
“Look what I found on your computer.”
Oh. It was a photo of a Playboy centerfold I had once fancied. In an idle moment of recollection I’d found it. Maybe I had spent five seconds looking at it. An expensive five seconds it seemed.
“But I just “¦ ”
“Shut up!” her voice was so loud and harsh it cut into me like a whip. I had no idea she would care. She knew other women had become invisible to me after I found her.
“You’re just a worm aren’t you? Get on your belly and look like one.”
She lashed my arms and legs together tightly. From where she stood I probably did like a worm.
“Since you are just a worm I’m going to teach you the worm game.”
“I have my cat o’ nine tails in my hand. Being a worm, you will try to squirm away when it hits you. By the time my arm gets tired you won’t think about naked women anymore will you.”
I wished I really was a worm and could burrow away. With her cat and angry I had no idea what she might do to me.
“You just lie there and wonder fish bait when the first lash will come.”
Just barely I heard her snicker softly to herself. She wasn’t mad. But she had played me like a worm on a hook.
I might have relaxed but given what she had in her hand I knew that I’d deeply hate the ‘worm game.’