The house was dark and still. She opened the door, humming along with her mp3. She walked into the bathroom not even bothering to turn on the light. He jumped out from behind the door and grabbed around her neck.
"Oh Sean, I'm not in the mood."
He pulled her hair back, sharply. She looked up at the ceiling, grabbing her breath in soft gasps.
"Shut up."
He kissed her neck and her heartbeat increased. He pulled her backwards and she felt almost intolerably vulnerable, walking backwards into darkness pulled by her hair.
They entered the kitchen. It was spotless. She had been busy in the morning before work. Cleaning surfaces, sweeping, washing up. He could not possibly be angry with her.
He turned her around to face him.
Unsure of herself, she looked into his eyes. She already felt the swimmy disorientation of not being in charge. Not being in control.
He rolled his eyes and slapped her face. Not a full slap, not a ringing slap. Just enough.
"Did I say that you could look at me?"
She shook her head, miserably.
"I can't hear you today, Helen. That's unusual."
"No."
She heard him tut, she wanted desperately to meet his eyes. Check he was not mad. Check this was just play.
"No what?"
"Um. No, you didn't say I could look at you."
A sigh. She felt confusion. What could he possibly want?
"No, I didn't say you could look at me, what?"
Relief. Suddenly she knew how this was supposed to go. Suddenly she knew what he wanted.
"No, sir."
He chuckled and stroked her head. The urge to raise her eyes. The urge to look at him. It washed over her.
"Strip off."
A little too eagerly, she took off her clothes. She stopped at her pants and waited. He pulled at them to indicate she had to completely disrobe.
She stood in their kitchen, shivering but not with cold. He ran his fingers over her body, the hips, the belly button, cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples.
She sighed and stretched on to her toes.
He stopped touching her and went to the other side of the kitchen. She took a little peek from underneath her hair. He was going into a cupboard. In a rush of fear she wondered if they had ginger. He started to turn around and she dropped her eyes.
"You are so disobedient. Don't think I don't catch you. Well. I have a game for you. You like your games don't you, slut?"
"Yes, sir."
"Now, I want you to stand with your legs far apart. You can do that, can't you? Of course you can."
She widened her legs, he kept tapping on her knees until he was satisfied.
"Close your eyes."
She could hear a packet being opened. A weird sound, powdery and fine.
She felt cold but dry powder being dropped on her feet.
"Open your eyes."
She looked down. Her feet and the floor around her were covered in flour.
'Great, I have that to clean up, do I?' she thought.
"Now, if you move, even a little bit. I will know."
The terrible reality of this struck her hard. She found it very difficult to keep still. Especially with her legs apart. Especially with the arousal she was feeling.
He pulled out a choke chain and threaded it around her neck. Adjusted the length and put the lead into her hand. If she lowered her wrist, it put pressure on her neck. Better not lower her wrist then.
He jingled some change around in his pocket.
"Oh I'm going to enjoy this game, slut."
He put her fingertips together, so it looked like she was praying. He placed a tiny coin in between each.
"Don't drop any or you lose. Don't move or you lose. Don't talk or you lose."
He walked into the next room, leaving the door between open. He switched on the tv. Her back was to the door so she could not see him. Could not see if he was looking at her.
She stood there, legs unnaturally far apart and arms already juddering with the effort of the position.
To her horror she could see obvious signs of arousal dissolving with the flour underneath her body. Little drips, proving that she was getting off on this ridiculous game.
After a while, she stopped feeling so aroused and became aware of her body. Her legs and arms felt hot, not quite cramped but certainly unhappy about being in the same position for a long time.
Her bladder, which she had intended to relieve when Sean jumped her, was just about full. She wanted to bring her legs together or lower her arms to attempt to relieve the pressure on it.
Eventually she could bear it no longer and moaned.
She heard his footsteps. His breath was on her neck.
"Please sir. Please. I need to use the toilet."
He pulled her hair, the force was incredible but he took his time so as not to disturb her position.
"You spoke."
She felt him force something in her mouth. Not very wide or deep. A bit gag? The horror confronted her, made her feel more out of control than ever. The saliva in her mouth needed to be swallowed. She could not move her tongue, once he had strapped it in. She began to drool almost immediately.
The pressure in her bladder was painful. She could not piss in her kitchen. She could not make such a disgusting mess.
"I say when you go to the toilet, understood?"
She nodded, miserably.
She stood there, shivering for an age. The drool went cold on her chin and dripped on to her breasts. Her legs felt sore now. On fire. She wanted to shift her weight, bring her arms down.
She did not feel so aroused.
He came in. He grunted.
"That's disgusting."
He must have seen the droplets of moisture on her floor.
