Oh, my darling bois. I almost forgot to tell you. When I taught you how to smoke like a whore. It leaves something behind. Hmmmmm. Such a wonderful sweet smell that lingers. In that room you were in. It stays there. For hours.
To be smelled by your wife. Or your girlfriend. Did they ask you? Did they wonder? Who that bitch was? Who smoked? Do they suspect? Are you afraid that they do? That they will find you out? Find out that bitch was you?
Maybe I should have told you. Warned you.
But I didn't feel like it. Hmmm. I didn't want to. That's right, bitch. I didn't want to. I told you. You are my bitch. For now. Until you have learned your lessons. Until I release you. Into the world. Into your new body and soul.
And I wanted them to know. To wonder. About you. And I love for you to be afraid. Fear, my darlings, is what you need to feel. Right now. Before you can fly. Before you can be a butterfly.
You hid it all, didn't you? In a drawer, maybe. Underneath stacks of old bills that your wife, your girlfriend or boyfriend would never look at. A newspaper. Your little secret. It's not so bad, you tell yourself. But it is. And you are. Bad.
You could have thrown them away. But you didn't. You hid them. Because they are yours. Your cigarettes. Your holder. Your case. They are already a part of you. And you lied to keep them.
I'm so very proud of you.
You learned your first lesson. My darling bitch. I forgive you. Because I know that you touched yourself, even though I told you not to.
Because you feel guilty already, and because you will never do it again.
Or so you think.
I know better. I know you.
And I'm going to punish you for it.
Until you scream. And you will. You will scream.
(3) TO BE A BITCH IS TO LOVE YOURSELF
And you are not. Not yet. You are your own mask. Sculpted in years by your parents. By your teachers. Your lovers and friends. To be socially accepted. Be acceptable. That man you are when you sit in your office. That woman you are in the eyes of your boyfriend. It's a mask they have shaped around you. Hardened it into a shell. I will rip if off from you.
There will be pain. I won't lie to you. It will hurt, my darlings.
But I will be with you. I will be your mirror. Look at me.
I will do to me what I want you to do to you. I will hold your hand.
I will be your first cock. And you will be mine.