I'm jealous of the light, the sounds, the laughter.
It's muffled and dim and I only get snippets. For all I know, it could be a simply miserable party. But all the same, I am filled with envy.
She's out there, with them.
What was it she said? A night away from herself? A night to wear lace instead of leather, to be held down instead of.... No! Try not to think about it. But, what else is there TO think about? I lay there, strapped to a bed, nearly suffocating under the weight of coats of every sort and size.
Most parties have one, a bed where trench-coats and leather coats and over-coats and ponchos and furs are lumped upon. Only, most of those beds don't have a man bound on top of it, nude, laying underneath the discarded garments. I wonder, does everyone at the party know? Are they all laughing at me?
The door opens for just a moment. The blessed beautiful light, sounds and smells all explode into my awareness. But suddenly, none of that is important anymore. Because now your in here, with me, in a dark room, while outside a party goes on.
It couldn't possibly matter. Their lives, loves, needs; nothing of consequence because we are back together, Mistress and toy. You look at me and smile, sitting on the bed, resetting those tan nylons you know I have a personal fetish for.
You tell me there's a wonderful man out there. Tall, dark and handsome; like every fortune cookie promises, but few deliver. His name is Stan and my but is he forward. Already he's touched you, tasted your lips. You mustn't keep him waiting.
You leave me in the dark, to brood over Stan. I can't really be jealous can I? If Stan is who brings you pleasure tonight, then so be it. I've always said whatever and whenever. It should be whomever too, shouldn't it? Is a toy allowed to feel this way? I've never begrudged your husband. I've even loved him in my own quiet way, for what he is to you, the family you deserve.
And the other Mistress; when you spent a night in her arms while I just watched. Though my body ached to be touched, though I writhed against my bounds, though I begged helplessly against a double dose of wet panty gagging.... I never once felt that somehow, she was taking my place.
Whether you've brought a playmate in with us or just told me of someone wonderful you'd met on some wild raucous party night, I've only ever felt joy that you made a connection. There had been times I had wished to be there, to share the moment. It was voicing that very wish that had put me here. Goddess, I'm a writer. I should KNOW the Monkey's Paw backwards and forewords, and yet, here I am.
Maybe it's because it is our night to be together.
Am I humiliated because I'm naked, under coats you threw on me, listening to a party I'm not invited to? No. At least, no more then is natural. But Mistress, it IS our night.
