This is my story for the
750 Word Project 2025
. I'd love a vote. Comments are always greatly appreciated. Thank you.
"You need to be spanked."
Ellie looked around the cafe for the voice. A couple of kids behind the counter, too disinterested and too far away to be heard. There was a geezer engrossed in a tattered paperback and a pair of girls giggling with each other.
Ellie shrugged, put on her cardigan, picked up her cup and headed towards the bus stop.
"Tied up with silken cords."
She stopped in her tracks. It was the same voice, the same low timbre, but there was no one nearby. The sound seemed to be coming from inside her head. Was she remembering song lyrics, the catch phrases from a movie she'd watched in the past? It didn't sound like anything she'd heard before. She'd definitely not heard that voice. Ellie would have remembered that.
She found a seat on the bus and settled down for the ride to her office. She gazed out the window, planning her day's work and, to be honest, a little bit of daydreaming.
"Blindfolded or do I want to watch those pretty brown eyes?"
Ellie's brown eyes flew open at this. The bus's brakes hissed, signalling her stop. She buttoned up her sweater and stepped off the bus. She paused and waited for traffic to clear and began to walk the few blocks to her office. She paused at the door and buzzed in. There was the usual crowd of people at the bank of elevators but she was early so she let the others catch the first ones.
"No gag, I think. I need to hear those little whimpers."
Ellie sputtered and almost choked on her drink. Something was definitely wrong with her. Maybe she could find a drop-in clinic during her lunch hour. Too much caffeine? Stress? She tried to clear her mind and practice the breathing techniques she learned in her yoga class. The ride up to her office was uneventful and she tried to put the voice out of her head.
Her inbox was filled with things that needed to be done ASAP which kept her mind occupied with the tedium of other people's paperwork. The morning passed by and she had almost forgotten about the voice in her head. Almost. She tried not to think about it but she couldn't help wondering.
The sun was warm and bright so Ellie decided to do some window shopping before she caught the late bus back to her apartment. She could never afford the jewelry - or the lingerie - displayed in the exclusive shops, but looking was free.
"Sparkly nipple clips for your nipples."
Ellie gasped and looked closer at the window. Necklaces, bracelets and watches. Nothing that even vaguely looked like nipple clips. Not that she'd ever seen such things. That voice in her head seemed to be more experienced than she was.
"I'm going to make you moan for me."
