Hope

3 days, 13 hours, 6 minutes.

It was the end of a long week, and she was finally home, she’d been at work for twelve hours, far too much of it on her feet. She wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the sofa with a nice cold drink. But she couldn’t do that, she had to her tasks to do first. She put her bags down, and rifled through her handbag to find her phone. She sent him a text message saying she was now home. She looked at her watch, knowing she had five minutes to be ready. She rushed into the bedroom and undressed, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at her nakedness, as instructed, she was fat, untoned, she could swear her tits were starting to sag, her hair was a mess, God she was getting wrinkles ever likely he hated her. However could he be attracted to that? But he said she was beautiful, and he’d promised to always be honest with her. Though he also said those other things too, one of them had to be a lie. She knew she was just a plaything for him, a bed to sleep in when he couldn’t get anything else. She realised her thoughts and checked them, she closed her eyes, reset the emotions. Opened them and started again. She held her breasts squeezed her nipples feeling the sensation.(definitely sagging) Trying her best to enjoy it. Her hand stroked across her stomach (fat fat fat) she checked between her legs, making sure she didn’t touch anything to produce arousal, ensuring she was smoothly shaven. This self-inspection always aroused her, it was her ritual that brought her close to him. She imagined it was his rough hands pushing her. She felt the moisture escaping from her lips onto her leg. She was acutely aware of her own smell. The smell of her own juices, the smell of not having showered since the previous morning, yet another instruction, to only bath or shower every other day, he said he liked her smell of sex, sweat and need, which made her like it too.

3 days, 13 hours, 10 minutes.

She looked at her watch, Shit, less than a minute left. She rushed to the drawers, pulled the top drawer open and rummaged for the underwear she wanted. When she had moved into this house, he had made her discard all of her old underwear, and for the next month they had spent time shopping replacing it with his choosing. It was his constant connection to her, whenever she was feeling lost and needed his presence she touched her panties or bra, and felt him holding her she drew strength from the connection. She chose a light green silk set, with white bows and lace. Instantly feeling good as she put them on, she hated being naked because she didn’t feel this connection. She checked her hair, quickly let it down and brushed it. On the way out of the bedroom she lingered by the silk kimono, stroking it enjoying the texture as she decided whether it was cold enough to wear it, she decided against.

3 days, 13 hours, 11 minutes.

She went to the kitchen, in her underwear, a burn of shame as she had to stand at the window to draw the blinds. She poured some juice, and made a cup of tea for him, as she always did when she made a drink for herself. Took them and sat down on her sofa, to relax at last. Or as relaxed as she could get, one of the first things he did when she moved into this house was install a series of cameras and microphones. That allowed him access to her every move within that house. She was constantly exposed to him, but then she had always been exposed to him, ever since the first time he spoke to her. That exposure, that sense of being constantly watched, kept her in a constant state of arousal always conscious of her own body, her senses her sexuality. She found herself hoping he would come to her tonight. She wanted to feel his touch, however he wished to give that. She drank his tea, she hated tea, the taste repulsed her, but she craved the strength of emotion, she needed to feel things because she had spent so much of her life dead. He brought her such a myriad of emotions, every single one of was pushed and probed to breaking point. There were no bad emotions, only bad interpretations of emotions. He always taught her that, she understood it all so clearly in the times she was in his arms. This is why she liked the cameras, and underwear and other controls, it helped her to focus on what was important in her life. It stopped her getting lost like she was before she met him.

3 days, 17 hours, 39 minutes.

So she sat alone through the night, on edge in case he arrived, the TV was on, but barely audible she needed to keep it quiet so she could hear his key in the lock, her life now was one of constantly waiting for the next moment he would give her his company. She knew how abnormal this relationship was, but equally she knew how hollow normal relationships left her feeling, and she knew how alive she had felt since he found her. She craved simply being with him constantly, but also knew that if she was she would miss the highs and lows of how he treated her now. So for four hours 28 minutes she sat there, taking 24 minutes of that to make and eat dinner. It had been 3 days, 17 hours 39 minutes since he kissed her softly on the lips and walked out of the door. Although she was sure she saw him outside her office 1 day, six hours, 12 minutes ago.

3 days, 17 hours, 51 minutes.

Her heart stopped. The tumblers in the lock engaged with a key. In one swift composed move, she picked up her compact from the side, checked and brushed her hair, put them back on the side, straightened her underwear, and knelt on the rug in the middle of the room. She heard the door open, a wave of excitement washed through her, but that was quickly replaced by shock, fear, hatred and jealousy as the voice of a woman filled her house. They were both slightly drunk, intimately laughing with each other. They had talked about doing this a few weeks ago, at that time the idea excited her. Right now she hated it though.

0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes

They walked into the room, both well dressed, he’d obviously taken her somewhere nice, she was tall, God she was tall, and she knew how much he loved tall girls, she wore a bright crimson corset, with long flowing white skirt that showed off a fabulous figure, unconsciously she felt herself suck her stomach in. Both completely ignored her. Neither looked at her, he directed her to sit down where she had been, and asked if she wanted a drink. Suddenly her heart was flying, he would tell her to make it for them. Preparing her muscles to stand, he was asking what she wanted, agreed on wine, she waited for his instruction, but why wasn’t he sat down? Why was he heading for the kitchen? Since she’d been there he’d probably been in the kitchen three times. She heard him filling the kettle and turning it on. What was he doing? Why wasn’t she doing that? He was rummaging in cupboards finally finding mugs and glasses. While he was doing that the woman stood and started browsing through her CD’s she shouted to him about the lousy music collection, to which he agreed. Her heart sank, she wondered what she should have, what would make him happy, this wasn’t fun anymore. This wasn’t exciting. In the kitchen he opened the fridge, poured wine, made tea and came back. All the time she didn’t move. On her knees, hands behind her back, looking at the floor immediately in front of her.

0 days, 0 hours, 30 minutes

Still kneeling, listening to them laughing, kissing, touching. Still ignored. Every second a new set of emotions invaded her. She started complaining about her feet being sore, he offered to rub them for her. It took a moment to realise that he was now speaking to her, telling her to rub the woman’s feet. She was appalled at the idea, but she couldn’t refuse. She rose, collected a cushion from the chair, moved to her feet, and kneeled again. The woman offered her left foot first, she unfastened her very pretty shoes, placing it by the side of the sofa. Then began slowly and gently stroked her foot, before placing it on the cushion. The woman gently offered her right foot, she repeated the process and continued to rub. She liked that she was gentle to her, she could see why he was so obviously attracted to her. She wondered how much time she would have left with him now he’d found such a beautiful woman to be with instead of her. He asked the woman if she would like her feet kissed, she didn’t hear her answer, but he told her to kiss her feet too. So she moved slightly back, leaned forward and began gently kissing the woman’s feet.

0 days, 1 hours, 8 minutes

He stood and asked if the woman wanted another drink, then on the way to the kitchen, asked if she’d like to put something more comfortable on. Without waiting for a response he went and fetched her silk kimono put it over the back of the sofa, held his hand out for the woman to stand, she stood, he turned her slowly around. Exploring her curves with his eyes and hands. He left the woman in the middle of the floor, and told her to undress Beatrice, the woman’s name, and put the kimono on her. With that he went back to the kitchen.

0 days, 1 hours, 10 minutes

She started to untie Beatrice’s Corset, she had such soft olive skin, she hoped the corset was there to hold a figure in that would make her feel less inferior, but she knew it wasn’t, she could tell by how loosely the corset was tied that it wasn’t doing much of a job to enhance her perfect figure. Once the corset was removed she untied and unbuttoned the skirt and slipped it down her smooth long legs. Gently applying pressure to Beatrice’s shin to lift her leg out of, she folded them and placed them on the chair. When she turned she caught sight of her standing there in a pretty pair of French knickers tall, toned, and perfect, she knew her days with him were numbered now he had found her. She went to pick up her Kimono but he said from the door to take her knickers off too, she hadn’t been aware he had been watching, she looked at him briefly her heart sunk as she saw the string dangling from his hand, knowing what it meant. She knelt in front of Beatrice and slid her knickers off, repeating the manoeuvre to raise her leg and remove them, they were then placed on top of the other clothes. She helped her into the kimono and fastened it in a lose bow at the front. He opened his hand to her, she collected the contents from it and walked out of the room.

0 days, 1 hours, 24 minutes

She slid the key into the lock, guided the string under the door, positioned the key in the lock so it was just engaging the mechanism pulling the string that was connected to the lever bolted to the key to ensure it turned the key. She went into the room, and gently pulled the string so the door locked. At which point she curled into a ball in the corner of the room and cried into the hard wooden floor.

0 days, 1 hours, 56 minutes

She heard them pass her door and go into the bedroom. She sobbed again.

0 days, 2 hours, 34 minutes

Her sobs stopped as she heard the slow soft noises of him making love to her, this wasn’t him fucking, it was him making love to a woman, she wanted to cry to drown out the noise, but she couldn’t breathe, she was choking on her thoughts. Suddenly the air rushed back into her lungs as she gasped for air. In the exhale she let out a choking sob. She was trying to pick out the sounds again, when the lock on the door turned and he came into her. As terrified as she was at what he was about to do to her. She loved the fact that he was there to give her some attention, she looked at him and knew she was beaming with joy. She knew she saw the unmistakable look of pride on his face as she did so. He quickly covered it up again, but she knew he enjoyed how much she enjoyed seeing him. She knew he was about to hurt her, but she didn’t care she just wanted his touch. He lunged at her, dragging her to her feet by the hair, sliding a hand around her throat and lifted her off the ground with it, telling her she had been warned to stay quiet when in this room. With that he gave her three hard slaps across the face and threw her across the room. She landed hard on her hip letting out a yelp as she did so. He walked over to her and sharply kicked her in the stomach, once again taking her ability to breath. He pushed his foot into her face, she could feel something sharp in the sole of his foot which made her think she needed to vacuum the bedroom, he rolled her head around with his foot, so he could see her face, she looked at him, still grinning from his attention, he asked if she would be quiet now. She nodded and said Yes Sir. She saw that unconscious pride in him again just as he turned to walk out the door, the door locked and she was alone once more in pain from the kick and the landing. She didn’t move, and fell asleep in the exact spot he had left her content and happy.

0 days, 10 hours, 48 minutes.

He unlocked the door, came in, told her to make them boiled eggs, toast, and croissants and to serve it to them in bed, and to be naked.

0 days, 11 hours, 10 minutes.

She came into the room to see Beatrice straddling him, he was lying back with his hands behind his head enjoying the experience. She was unsure what to do, she felt awkward being there with him doing that, she felt exposed being naked, not having her underwear made her feel less connected to him. So she stood in the doorway awkwardly watching her writhing on top of him, until they both came. She remained in the doorway, not moving as they both recovered. Shortly after he told her to put the tray on the side and come to him. She stood by the side of the bed, hands behind her back, looking down.

0 days, 11 hours, 15 minutes.

She stood still while they kissed and fondled. Eventually Beatrice looked up at her, the first time she had actually looked at her, she felt her face flood red, she slowly inspected her with her eyes, then said to him, “is this what you’ve had to be fucking lately suga? You must be glad to finally be getting a real woman then”

“and what a woman you are! But yes, you know needs must, she’s a pleasant enough girl, does as she’s told, tries hard’

“she’s a bit flabby though isn’t she, couldn’t you get her to have worked that off, a bit of tone would be good, well you’re going to have to get rid of that if you want me suga.”

She was determined not to show any reaction to what she said, it took every ounce of will power to prevent the tears, she distracted her mind by thinking of the wetness between her legs, thinking how stupid it was that she was aroused, tried to convince herself that it was simply being near him, rather than being due to what was being said. The defences against the tears fell though as she heard him promise her that it would be gone within the week. She started to sob again, he told her to be quiet, then pulled the bedding back, and told her to clean Beatrice’s juices from his cock. She dropped to her knees, and concentrated on doing as she was told. Using that concentration to block out what they were saying about her. Tears were streaming down her face as licked him.

0 days, 11 hours, 20 minutes.

He took a handful of hair and dragged her off him, pulled the bedding back, and told her to get breakfast, while she was getting it he asked Beatrice if she needed cleaning, as she put the breakfast tray over his knee she made some comment about it saving on toilet paper and nodded. He instructed her to get under the covers and to clean Beatrice’s pussy too.

0 days, 11 hours, 22 minutes.

With a mixture of excitement and horror she crawled under the covers at the end of the bed. Up in between Beatrice’s long legs there wasn’t much light so she had to feel her way around, Beatrice moved her hips around to give her better access and she started kissing and licking another woman, she tasted him seeping out of her, it reminded her she was doing this for him, that this was his cum and it made her feel good to think it was now in her.

0 days, 11 hours, 40 minutes.

She was told to move, and to go and stand in the corner, facing the wall, while they finished breakfast. All she could think about was his promise to her, the tears were still streaming down her face at the thought of losing him, she didn’t know what she would do without his calming influence on her life. She didn’t want to be lost again.

0 days, 12 hours, 2 minutes.

Beatrice asked if she could take a shower, and if he wouldn’t mind getting her overnight bag out of the car. He asked the details and then told her to go and have a wash, put a robe on, and go collect her bag.

0 days, 12 hours, 10 minutes.

She returned with the bag, and took it into the en-suite as directed. Then returned to him in the bedroom, he was out of bed putting on a robe, he walked up to her, lifted her gaze with her chin, and told her to go and take a shower, because they needed to talk. She knew that this was it, he was going to tell her that they needed to end their relationship. He went to her wardrobe and took her favourite lilac satin chemise and handed it to her, telling her to put that one afterwards. He just wanted her feeling good when he told her he was dumping her for Beatrice. She showered and cried until she found a little composure and returned to the bedroom to him. She was sitting at her makeup table, doing her hair, dressed in jeans and high heels, that even sat down made her legs look amazing. She saw her, and found she was actually glad for him, that he had found someone so stunning.

0 days, 12 hours, 30 minutes.

He indicated her to sit by his side, on the bed, he looked solemn, even this cheered her up at least he was sad about losing her. He started talking about how much he enjoyed their time together, she wondered why she had to be here for this, she wanted to be alone with him, she wanted him to touch her just one more time. To kiss her and say he loved her just once more. She was openly crying again, he passed some tissues and waited for it to subside. He was explaining how much better she was now, how much she had improved in her feelings about herself, and how she could easily live on her own now, as she had come so far since they met. Just as he was reaching the part where he would say they should split, Beatrice stood up and said that it was about time she was at work. She came across and gave him a kiss on the cheek, he told her to go show her out.

0 days, 12 hours, 53 minutes.

By the front door, Beatrice gave her a hug, and told her that she was actually a really beautiful girl, and she wished her all the luck for them in future, saying that she hoped they could meet properly sometime soon. She closed the front door behind her and tried to comprehend what she meant. What did she mean them? She was the one who had just made her lose the only man she had ever truly loved. She cursed her under her breath and went back up to him.

0 days, 12 hours, 57 minutes.

He was lying on the bed, as she came into the room crying again, he got up, came to her, and wrapped his arms around her. It felt so good being in his arms that the crying dried up almost immediately but then started again as she thought that this might be the last time. He collected some tissues, he almost knelt down in front of her so he could see her eyes to wipe the tears from them. She collected herself and started explaining that she had heard what he’d said, and she promised that she wouldn’t cause him any trouble, she understood everything perfectly. She said this in the perfect wife voice of her old facade she even gave a perfect smile at the end of it. He laughed at her. He smiled and laughed. She felt the facade crack under the weight of his laughter. He told her to come sit on his knee, the place where she always felt the safest with him. The most connected to his thoughts. He explained to her that Beatrice was an ex of his that had been living in Italy, and had come over specially to see him to have this evening with them. He explained that they had dated for a few months but it lacked the spark to keep it going and that it didn’t have any where like the magic that their relationship had, and it was that magic that they both desired. So they decided to end it so they could seek the relationships they both really wanted. He explained that he had found that relationship in her. With that he held his hand to her cheek and kissed her. Then lifted her up, and lay her on the bed and told her to wait there for him.

0 days, 13 hours, 25 minutes.

He came back in the room with a tray, with a cup of tea, a glass of her black current juice, a single rose, and some more croissants. He told her to eat them while he drank his tea. Then they could spend the rest of the day in bed making love.

0 days, 13 hours, 26 minutes.

With her man at her side, they sat in silence, and in every word that wasn’t said she adored him more, in all the time she had been with him she had never been so happy that he was at her side. That she was his baby girl. In that moment she knew she truly belonged to him, and knew he would never leave her side.