Chapter 2: Slave to the Body
After the scene with the builder and the way Ted tore up her hard earned money Cathy found it impossible to work, she couldn't concentrate and kept feeling like she was about to throw up.
"Are you feeling ok?" Ted asked from the doorway.
Cathy jumped, she had her head on her arms and was trying to keep calm, "No, Mr Heron, I feel ill." she said and then accusingly she added "In fact I feel bloody awful."
"Well, maybe you should go home." Ted said calmly, "Take a couple of days off and I will see you first thing Thursday ok?"
Cathy was shocked, she was expecting to be severely punished for her attitude, not this generosity, "Yes Mr Heron." She said slowly "Thank you."
Ted closed the adjoining door and watched as Cathy got herself together, he watched as she walked out of the office and he watched as she entered the lift. 'Maybe I went too far' he thought 'but at least I know she will do whatever I say, I know she's mine to command.'
Ted had watched her all the way to the lift not just because he felt a bit guilty about her pain, but also because he couldn't fully understand why she would go that far, ok she could lose her husband even her job, but what she had lost instead was a hell of a lot more, or so it seemed to him, maybe there was more to Cathy's accepting her role than even he realised. There had certainly been a lot of changes in her, she looked great compared with the way she was when he first joined the firm and they made a formidable working team, from the time he had made her walk like a women, a real woman, she had kept those hips swinging, she seemed more sensual when she moved around the office even teasing some of the male staff, knowingly or unknowingly, she had become a real horny woman, and maybe it wasn't all pain for her, just maybe she enjoyed some of it, he would have to find out.
Cathy slammed the door behind her, went to the bar and poured herself a large vodka, she drank the whole glass and filled it again taking it and the bottle to the bedroom where she stripped off and ran herself a bath, she could still smell that fat slob on her body, she could still feel him inside her, she had to get clean she had to be rid on his filth. She slid into the scalding hot bath almost crying out with the burning heat, slowly her body acclimatised to the temperature and she allowed herself to soak, her mind wondering over the way her life had changed.
Cathy loved her husband with all her heart, but she had to admit that life with him wasn't anything exciting. She didn't want or need excitement, that's why she married him, he was quiet and loving and totally devoted to her but he never disagreed with her, never argued a point with her, he was just there when she needed him, or to be honest he wasn't even there really and maybe that's why she had married him, he was always on a job to some foreign land delivering something or other to god know' as who, being married to Rob had given her a child that she had always wanted but had not really changed her life in any other way.
She had been leading a hectic business life before she met Rob and still had that life after they were married, everything had been the same until, Ted, until Mr Heron sir had arrived on the scene. She filled her glass for the third time and drank it down as she thought of the humiliation of that first time, the video had been a real shock but she remembered that night in some detail, her body had ruled her head and she just couldn't get enough, she had tipped over the edge of reason and let her body take control.
She had always enjoyed sex and she had always been willing to experiment, in fact she tried just about everything and everyone that came along, she just loved the feel of flesh on flesh the feeling's of passion as they rose in her and the explosion of orgasm, the sense of power as she took a man and drove him wild, the hunt when she set her sight's on someone and then the conquest, or when she knew someone wanted her how she would make them run around for her teasing them until they were almost insane and then giving them nothing, or everything depending on her mood, god she missed those.....
"Oh fuck!" she said, to nobody, "What the fuck am I doing, I'm getting wet, I'm turning myself on thinking about....then....that....oh shit!"
She put the bottle down and jumped out of the bath, wrapping a towel around her self and grabbing the bottle she went and sat in front of the mirror. This was what she called her sort it out place, she would sit in front of the mirror and argue a point with her reflection, her good versus her evil.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she said out loud.
"Me?" the voice in her head replied "I'm not doing anything, just watching you squirm."
"But I don't want any of this"
"No?" the voice questioned accusingly "Then why have you put up with it, why not report him for rape or discrimination, why don't you scream when he fuck's you in his office when the other staff could come and help you, why is your pussy wet at the thought of it"
"No, no I don't want any of this, I don't. I love Rob, I don't want anyone else"
"Sex has nothing to do with love, you may not want sex, but your body doe's. You starved it for so long and now it's free it wants it all, your mind is still locked in a boring marriage but your body wants to be fucked"
"No that's not true, I tried to fight him off but I couldn't, I said no but he threatened me threatened my marriage my life, I would lose everything"
"Liar"
"No it's true, I hate Ted and what he's doing to me, I hate him"
"Liar liar liar"
"Nooooo" Cathy shouted and threw the bottle at the mirror, missing it by feet as she knew she would. She ran downstairs to get away from the mirror, to get away from what her body was telling her. She grabbed another bottle of vodka and opened it taking a swig from the bottle, pacing up and down she took several more swig's and then ran back upstairs determined to let the reflection know how wrong it was.
Pacing in front of the mirror she said, "No your wrong," shaking her finger at her reflection letting the towel drop to the floor "I'll prove it tomorrow when I quit, I will hand in my resignation and that will be that, Ted will be history" still pacing up and down glaring at her reflection.
"Go on then, why wait till tomorrow, do it now, go on, you know you cant"
Cathy moved over to the phone and grabbed it, but it wouldn't lift off the hook, it was too heavy, In a burst of anger she slammed the phone against the table, "Bastard bastard fucking bastard," she shouted and looked in the mirror "what the fuck have you done to me?"
"Come on, it wasn't all bad was it, chatting on the phone with Mr Arnold while he played with your tit and then fucking you with the phone while Mr Arnold was speaking turned you on, you wanted to come but he wouldn't let you, you loved it."
Quietly Cathy sank to her knee's "No no no."
But the voice wouldn't stop "You wanted to come then and you want to come now don't you?"
"No I don't please leave me alone"
"Yes you do, look at your tit's, your nipples are throbbing your pussy is wet, feel it, go on, you know you want too, just for a minute."
Slowly Cathy's hand drifted downwards over her belly, all the time she was murmuring "No, no I don't want this no." and then down to her pussy "Oh god I'm so wet, ohhh" as her finger slipped inside, her other hand played with her erect nipple.
She moved her legs out in front and kept them wide open watching as she masturbated for her reflection. All the time the conversation continued, only now in a different vain.
The reflection smile "You fucking love it don't you bitch, go on deeper push it in"
"Ohhh!" Cathy moaned "Yes I love it, I love doing it for you, no no I don't know I gotta stop."
"No you don't have to stop it's just you and me, go on make it happen you can feel it rising cant you, feel the pleasure in your cunt wanting to get out, you've always loved the orgasm haven't you, you've missed the pain you get from a real orgasm, you love the feeling it gives you, it makes you high, be ready it's coming it's coming it's coming."
Cathy was panting heavily now, eye's wide open in anticipation, her body begging for her orgasm, hand thrusting into her sopping wet pussy like a piston while her other hand clawed at her nipple, the need's of her body had taken over now and she was totally lost to the rising climax "Yeah fuck it fuck it fuck it." she cried and grabbing the bottle she used both hands to thrust it deep inside her throbbing hole, she was like an animal, "Yes that's it now now now nowww." and her orgasm rose up from her stomach into her mouth "Arggggggggggggg." and shot out of her cunt, the bottle a blur of motion as it still kept going "Ohh yes yes yes , gotcha now, gotcha, gotcha heh heh gotcha."
As though she realised what she had done she screamed, "Noooooooooo." an endless cry at her reflection, hand still pumping "Noooooooooo, nooooooooo." and then she collapsed on the floor exhausted, the bottle spinning away, thumping the floor with her fist's and crying from deep inside, heartbroken at her realisation, the realisation that the slut she used to be had woken up, not in her mind but in her body. She had cut it off many years ago and it had lay dormant till now, she knew she had to fight it off. The question was, which one would win the battle, body or mind.
Sometime later she must have dragged herself to bed, she didn't' remember, she just woke up naked on the bed the following morning, she was still exhausted and her legs were sticky with a mix of vodka and sex, she flopped her head on the pillow and burst out crying. She cried for what seemed like hour's before she got up and with tears still running down her face stepped into the shower, she washed herself down and then stood under the hot spray letting it run over her face and down her body, keeping her mind a blank, giving herself a time out, she needed to be calm before she went back into the bedroom, before she faced her reflection again, she was determined that her evil side would not have it all her own way.
