Punishment, Pure and Simple (F/m, humiliation, intoxica... - 2/4/2010 4:21:44 PM
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OMGlikegagme
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My last really clear memory is of Lilith (really Ann Marie something, but she's her own invention) laughing laconically in lambent lighting, her poison pink lips curled into a serenely sadistic smile. My legs are suddenly heavy and I'm drowsy, noticing for the first time how warm and still the room is and how easily Lilith eases me back onto the bed. I look over at the half-drunk glass of bourbon on the night stand, which she has clearly spiked with something, and my face must betray the horror I feel because she begins to giggle raucously and says "Don't bother fighting it babes. Sleepy time." I can feel her fingernails (radioactive green, part of her shock and awe aesthetic) running through my hair and then.....
I wake up groggy, disoriented, and aware of being very much alone in a seedy motel room on what I remember is the bad side of town. My head throbs. I count my transgressions. I've always been good at getting under Lilith's skin--last night she was laughing about what a tart I was, about how much I enjoy attention from girls. Then she'd suggested we find a motel room with a dangerous vibe and a flophouse aesthetic because she had a "wicked idea." I'd jumped at the offer because I'm irresistibly and self-destructively drawn to wicked ideas and sick jokes at my expense, until they actually happen. Until it's too late to back out. Then I suffer. The one thing I am sure of as soon as I open my eyes is that I will be suffering somehow.
There is a note next to my head. It says "Dear tart, go have a look at yourself. Love and kisses."
There is one mirror in the room, in a bathroom I'm afraid to enter because it looks like the sort of place roaches and centipedes would consider the Promised Land. Also, I'm already pretty sure of what I'll see, although the damage is much worse than I'd anticipated.
The light flickers on, slowly, and I break out laughing when I see myself. Gaudy eyeliner, harlot red lipstick, candy pink nail polish. I already know, without bothering to check, that she's put a thin layer of aeroplane glue over the nail polish. She's already told me that's one of her favorite tricks, because that makes it "Fucking hilariously impossible" to get off. There's a platinum blonde wig on the sink--she wants me to make the choice of either committing to being dressed like a whore from top to bottom or walking around dark, unfamiliar streets as half a femme. It's the kind of decision I will agonize over and there's no right answer. Either option is equally torturous for me. I can picture her smirking as she set that particular trap.
My legs, natch, are shaved smooth. I must have been out very deeply and Lilith must have been very busy. There's a pair of shiny boots with enormous heels on the bathroom floor. They'll be much too small. The choice will be wear them or walk around barefoot. I know, without even checking, that she will have removed all the covers from the bed and the drapes from the windows and the towels from the bathroom and there will be absolutely no way to cover myself up. My wallet and phone are already locked up in her car, which is already in her garage and she's already on her own phone telling the story of how she fucked me over to somebody right now--I'm positive of this, too.
All avenues of escape except making my way home late at night dressed up like a club kid from 1988 are closed to me. Laid out on the sink I see a tight pink tee shirt that says "Princess", a leather skirt, and a pair of panties. The skirt is cut so that I have to wear the panties or be....very exposed.
Now I'm panicked, nearly in tears. The evening has turned on that invisible pivot where things have gone so much too far that I'd give anything to take it back, but I can't. It's exciting and terrifying and torturous. I'm exactly where she wants me.
There is a note, in poison pink lipstick, on the mirror. "Have fun getting home, tart. Not saying you have to suck cock, but not saying you won't have to either. It's a tough town out there for a gal like you on a cold dark night. Ha ha ha" and then an exclamation point, which is dotted with a smiley face.
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