Let Me See You

Let Me See You

Trigger Warnings: Degradation, Humiliation, Objectification, Misogyny Play, Consensual-Non-Consent (CNC)

I've been at my desk, staring at these computer screens and monitors for a few hours now. My eyes are a bit strained from the blue light, and my lips are a bit dry from the lack of hydration - water hasn't been on my mind today, but really, nothing has - Except you.

I find my eyes wandering to the floor, walls, and window. Anywhere but my screen.

I take off my glasses and wipe the lenses on my sweater, trying to get the smears and dust off; but that's when I notice you.

I quickly try to put my glasses back on while squinting my eyes to get a good look at you, but your hand has grasped my wrists, refusing to allow them to move any higher to my face.

My eyes are straining and squinting at you, trying to focus in on your face as the world around me is just a blur of colors and abstract objects.

"Let me see you." It wasn't meant as a demand, but rather playful banter with a half-serious tone to it. I followed it up with a slight giggle, hoping it would lessen the solemness in the air.

You're not speaking, though. I can hear your breaths become a bit heavier, and I can feel your grip on my wrists tighten.

I feel the anxiety rising from my toes and up to my arms and down my hands and fingers. I can feel myself becoming more uncomfortable the longer I sit in silence with you.

"You're scaring me..." My voice sounds timid and trivial. You know my weak spots. I know that you know. That's the game.

Your voice finally breaks the painful silence.

"Scared? And why would you be scared of me?" Your tone is antagonistic.

I look at you - you're sitting next to me in one of those metal folding chairs with your legs spread like usual, elbows resting on your knees, one hand gripping both of my wrists, the other holding my glasses, staring intently at me for a response.

"Well..." I start. "You have my wrists held, for one." I twist my wrist and hands as I say this, making sure you understand the predicament I'm in. "And for two... you took my glasses, which is how I see." My voice has more confidence while I find my footing in this script we are executing.

Your eyes try to meet mine, but without my glasses, I am only able to see yours in low resolution. Your grip isn't tightening on my wrists, but they also aren't letting go, either.

"And what would a cock-sucking slut like you need to see for?" Your voice immediately has my body unable to move or respond. The way you are able to tease and lead me into your trap and then make me so disillusioned by you makes my knees want to drop.

I can feel my cheeks flushing red. Finally, you release my wrists. I find my hands retreating to my body, trying to gain back some control of myself.

You put my glasses on the highest shelf behind me in the bookcase we bought together. I remember when we bought it, you had promised not to put anything on the top shelf because you knew I wouldn't be able to reach it. I suppose that's just how this game works.

You're standing behind me now, and I can feel your eyes burning into the back of my head. Your mouth is just an inch or two away from my ear.

"Nothing to say to that, hmm?" Your voice is tantalizing, practically begging me to respond. I want to respond, but I think my subconscious knows this game too well.

You turn my desk chair around with a quick swivel, and force my chin up to look at you.

"You know just as well as I do how this is going to play out. I suggest you start talking before things start looking actually scary for you." Your voice cuts through the air like a knife. You're refusing to allow me to play the game how I want - you're focused, intense, resolute. And I'm tripping and staggering under your words.

"I-I... I need to see to do my work." I stumble through my words as my eyes try to point to the screen behind me.

"Sluts don't work for anything but cock." Your eyes meet mine again, and you take my hand in your grasp once again and put my palm against the bulge in your pants. I instinctively rub, my eyes slowly lowering down to where my hand is rubbing.

"Your eyes should always be right... here." You have a fistful of my hair, forcing my head to tilt down. With one sweep, you slap my hand away from your bulge and replace it with my head, making sure to rub my head into your pants like I'm a dog having my face rubbed in my own piss.

I feel my body start squirming in the chair, but this only makes you press your body weight into me even more, forcing the chair against the desk. My hands begin to move to your thighs, trying to push you off my face.

I'm not sure if it's because you let me push you away, or because I caught you off guard, but my face is no longer being pushed into your pants.

"I'm not playing this game with you." My voice finally matches your solemness, and my eyebrows straighten.

You look at me with a face I've never seen from you before. Eventually, you grab the glasses from the top shelf and put them on my face. They are lopsided, and clearly not stable, but I resist the urge to adjust them.

"Have it your way, cunt." Your voice can't help but show your frustration with me. You start walking away from my desk, and go into the kitchen.

I stay still and quiet, looking at the computer screen in front of me with my glasses crooked.

I find you staring directly at me from about 2 feet from my desk again. I'm looking at you, trying to understand how this is going to play out.

"Slut wants to play a game, we'll play a damn game." Your voice is angry, unstable. I'm finding my heart missing a few beats while your voice carries itself to my ears and into my brain.

It's too late now, though. You've already got me by the hair. My mind and body are too slow to respond and react.

Your hand is in my hair, forcing me to stand up by gripping a chunk into your fist and pulling up. I'm up, and struggling to balance myself.

"It's all fun and games to you, isn't it?" The tone you use is accusatory. I try to respond, but your hands have pushed against my chest and I'm up against a wall now. I want to escape, I want to run away.

I find myself in a blurry world again. You're looking on the ground, and I follow your eyes.

My glasses are sitting on the floor, untouched. I look back at you, and I can see that fire in your eyes.

I leap forward to try to get them, but it's too late. Your work boots are directly under them as you look dead in my eyes.

"Don't..." My voice once again beaten down into submission and defeat by you.

You keep your eyes locked on mine as you allow the weight of your boot and foot to break the lenses and frames that make up my glasses. The glass makes a satisfying cracking sound while your boot stomps on the remains.

"The only thing you will ever be is a warm hole for a man's cock. And you're barely doing that job as is." You take a little breath and continue. "From now on, until you learn your place, seeing is a damn privilege." You spit on my face to make sure I heard you. I nod instinctively; the game feels over for me already and it's barely started.

"When will you learn your place around men like me?" My eyes shift to the floor, feeling completely drained, no will to fight back anymore.

"Breaking you is too easy." Your tone begins to shift, and I can feel it. "You're a pathetic excuse for a woman." My heart is racing, cheeks burning while you speak to me. "That's why women like you need men like me. We give you a use, and you lap it up like a dog in heat because it's the only attention you ever get."

I feel my eyes getting wet. I feel my body tensing and starting to shake. No words are coming out, just gentle whimpers.

"Ugly, useless sluts like you always end up mute. It's because you know anything you say will be ignored and completely disregarded." I nod my head, agreeing with you as you continue. "Fat meat like you deserve to be hung out to dry after being abused by the most perverted, diluted men and their revolting, unwashed dicks." Your words are like venom in my skin.

"I... I want to be good." I sound pathetic - even I know. But they're the only words that are able to escape my lips while my body is still frozen.

You don't chuckle like I expected. You aren't playing this game fairly today.

"Good useless cunts crawl to whatever cock is out, because they understand their purpose under men." Your inflection makes it clear to me that it wasn't a suggestion. I see your pants drop to the floor, and your cock coming out from your boxers.

I put myself on all fours now, crawling slowly with my head hung low. I know you're watching my every movement, which makes this so much worse for me. The blood is rushing to my head and cheeks, and my palms are clammy as I put them on the cold floor beneath me. I make it to you eventually, my face pointing to the floor rather than straight at your cock.

"You're embarrassed." Your assertion makes me feel seen and called out, and I can't help but physically respond as my body shudders.

"One day, maybe, I'll make you into a pride-filled cunt. But right now, I very much enjoy watching you resign yourself to a shell." Your voice is getting louder. Not yelling, just no longer a teasing whisper. You want someone else to hear you say this to me.

"I love watching such a seemingly independent, powerful, hard-working woman submit to me." My eyes catch yours for a few seconds, and you continue while looking at me. "Well, not specifically to me. Rather, to all men, and all men's cocks. It's important that you understand you're not my slut, just a slut." My eyes immediately lower again, not expecting the harshness in your delivery.

"There are obviously women who would be able to be my slut. My one and only." You stand above me while I'm on all fours for you. You take your cock in your hand, rubbing it and spitting on it and rubbing some more while you stare at me, waiting for my face to reveal my insecurities. "But those women aren't you." You continue, rubbing your cock in my face now. "Those women are better than you - better at sucking cock, better at keeping their cunt tight, better looking..." Your voice trails off, and you push your cock between my lips. "Suck my cock, dirty bitch. It's the least you can do for making me waste my time here." I oblige, every word hanging on my heart like weight plates added to an already unstable foundation.

My mouth opens wide, allowing your cock to aggressively push inside. You're making small grunts as you shove your cock down my throat. "Take it, bitch." You make sure to push the back of my head forward into your crotch, making me deep throat despite not being ready or prepared. I'm gagging and trying to use one of my hands to push against your thighs again, trying to get some air.

You feel my hand pushing for air, and before I have any time to react, your hand is grabbing my wrist. "You really don't want to be complicit today, do you, ugly whore?" I'm writhing my wrist in your grip at this point, feeling panic and my fight or flight response starting to engage.

"Lucky for you, reminding cocksuckers like you of their place in society makes my cock hard." You shove your cock into my mouth deeper, forcing me to deep throat again as your balls slap against my chin. "I'll keep doing this until you stop fighting and accept your place as a hole for my cock." You're thrusting your cock in and out of my mouth while you speak to me, forcing my brain to shut down and my body to relax. My hand and wrist are limp in your hand now, my mouth open wide and not moving as your cock continues to shove itself down my mouth and throat.

You let go of my wrist, letting it fall by my side. "There she is" You coo. Tears are falling down my cheek, so you use this moment to put your finger on my cheek, gather the wetness, and then wipe the wetness onto my nose. You then take your cock out of my mouth completely, wiping the spit and slobber on my face. I look up at you, desperate and pleading for you to continue.

"Oh, you want it now, don't you?" Your voice is teasing me, knowing what you've done.

"Please..." is all I can muster up.

"I told you I'd continue until you accepted your place as a hole for my cock. I never said I'd continue after you learned your lesson." Your mouth is forming the slightest smirk, and your eyes have a weird sparkle to them right now. "Besides, I wouldn't waste my load on such an ugly face. I told you, there are other women out there who can and will be my slut. And my sluts get my cum. Useless holes like you only get broken and abandoned." And with that, you put your pants back on, and walk towards the door.

On your way, I hear a familiar cracking sound. "Oh", your tone is carefree and light now, "Clean up this glass before you hurt yourself." You chuckle and open the door. "Or maybe you should just leave it there as a reminder of your place." You shut the door behind you, not looking back at me even once.