PART TWO b – The Townhouse

  "I'm very disappointed in you. I leave, to go pick up some food. So I can make it for you. Its my way of being nice to you. And this is what's going on when I'm out trying to be nice to you…"

  I showed him the picture. I swiped it, and showed him the others. Then, I held his face there, while he watched the video. I repyed it several times.

  "Shut up. This is what's going on behind my back. Lying to my face. Sneaking around. Defying me. This is just what I caught going on! I can imagine what else goes on! No, don't open your mouth, I don't wanna hear it. Shut up."

  I waited for dramatic purposes. I drew out the suspense. Where's my golden whip award, for my efforts. I think this is the performance of my career. I'm getting stammering, until told to shut up. Still getting looks of amazement, and more and more nervousness.

  "Shh, don't speak. I want to know, how long this has been going on. Right now. Days? Or weeks."

  He didn't know.

  "You don't know, huh. Sounds like you just won't tell me. We went over just this sort of thing, on night one. I told you what would happen. No, shut up. I'm talking. Don't interrupt me, don't try to talk over me. I'm not buying it anyways. Not when I have the proof, right in front of me. So shut up, and keep it shut. I'm deciding how bad this is going to go for you. Not a sound."

  I left him ying on the bed, helpless and face down like that, and got up. Walked around. I stepped out of my jogging shoes, and took my socks off. I undid my jeans, and slid them off and tossed them aside. In my panties and my T shirt, I got back on the bed, and sat in front of him. My back up against the pillows. I put my feet on his shoulders, and slid him down the bed, until he was bent over the foot of it, onto his knees before I stopped. I have long, muscur legs, and he loves staring at them. I dropped my socks that I was still holding.

  "There we go. This is how I see you like girls to look for you, right? T shirt and panties. Get a good look. If I want you to enjoy looking at me, the pictures and the video tell me, this is what you like, huh? Get a really good look. Oh, wait. I forgot. I'm supposed to be dancing around, wiggling like a little slut. I forgot. Excuse me… allow me to do it right."

  I wiggled around.

  "Shut the fuck up, and don't you dare open your mouth until I tell you. This, is what you like, right? Go on. Watch. You like watching. I know that now. Get a good, long, look. So you can remember it."

  I waited, and I drew it out. I don't know jack shit about acting. Never wanted to be in the school pys, I wanted to py wiffle-ball. Drama and suspense though, were coming easily now. Draw it out. I finally lifted his chin up with my foot.

  "Look at me, and don't speak until you're told to. I ask you a question? I get a quick answer until told otherwise, got it? Better watch those manners, too. For all the good it's going to do you, though. Look mommy in my eyes."

  "Now then. What are the rules. What's one of the most important rules. There's only two of them. What's one of them."

  "Don't tell. Its a secret."

  "Yeah. You don't have a problem with that one, do you. No, that one gets you what you want. What's the other big one. You tell me."

  "No cheating."

  "Yeah. That's the one you obviously don't understand. You tell me what cheating is. Five words or less. Go."

  "Fucking someone else."

  "So. You know what cheating is. So, what's this shit I'm seeing pictures of, and I just love watching the little movie…"

  I swiped back and forth on the pictures, stopping to watch the movie. Laughing, shaking my head.

  "The fuck do you think this is here. Do you think this is cheating? Yes or no."

  Stammering.

  "I asked once. Now I'm asking twice. Is… this… cheating. Speak!"

  More stammering, and trying to expin, and not being able to.

  "I don't repeat myself several times. You're going to get lots more for that, too. Don't make that any worse, when you've got so many other problems right now. Is this cheating, yes or no."

  He couldn't decide.

  "Eyes up here. You like looking, and I'm wearing the outfit that you clearly like looking at, so I shouldn't have the slightest problem holding your attention. I want your undivided attention, and you better give it to me. Eyes on mine. Yes or no don't get it, huh? Give me a short answer, if this is cheating or not. It better be very short, sweet, and to the point. Very few words. Go."

  He didn't fuck her.

  "Oh. So, as long as your cock doesn't fall into her twat, it's not cheating, huh? Or is it only actually cheating, if you get caught. I need a video of your cock in her twat, is that it? What happens if you cheat? You tell me. Now."

  "You'll… hurt me. Bad. Then get rid of me."

  "That's right. That's why I told you to remember me, dressed like you like to see, wiggling around for you just how you like to see. I meant it. Get a good look, and enjoy it. So you have a memory of me."

  I wiggled the phone at him.

  "The fuck is this shit. Is it cheating? No. But this shit? This, is what comes right before it! Isn't it? Is this, or is this not, exactly what goes on, right before the cock accidentally falls into some whore's twat. Yes or no."

  He admitted it was.

  "So. You were just about to start fucking her."

  He said he wasn't.

  "Oh, then you already did."

  He again said no.

  "Which one is it? Pick one. It's either what goes on just before you fuck the tramp, or you already fucked her. Pick one! There's no other choice!"

  He stammered and swore it wasn't either one.

  "All right. I'm going to give you enough rope to hang yourself. Go ahead. Open your mouth, and try to expin this to me. Go on. You're just digging a deeper hole. I can't wait to hear this pathetic shit. I dare you."

  He didn't notice her, he was busy studying in his manual.

  "You didn't see. A zy whore, who won't pick up shit, ever. Going on a sudden cleaning spree. Dancing half naked around the room, bending over in front of you. Leg show. Pantie show. Do you hear yourself, with this me ass story you're selling me? Do you? How fucking pathetic does this sound. Or, do you think I'm that stupid? Pick one. You're that pathetic, or you think I'm that stupid. Don't you dare make me ask you again, I swear to god. Speak!"

  He picked pathetic.

  "I'm so pissed right now, I can't believe this shit. And you expect me to believe, that you didn't notice. I got another video on here. You're fighting. Funny thing is, you can see quite fine. You can see a punch coming. Before the guy even throws it. I can hear the guy on the speaker, talking about it. How experience and hard work pays off, and you can see things coming before they happen, giving you time to react. How it looks like a sixth sense, to the other guys that don't have experience yet. Is that you? Yes or no."

  It was.

  "Oh. So… you can see anything coming at you, but you don't notice a whore dancing around, putting on a show for you. Fucking amazing. Do you know how pathetic that sounds to me right now? Don't answer that. You keep your mouth shut, you're not going to do anything else, but piss me off more right now."

  I lifted my foot up still under his chin again.

  "I love the guy talking. Sixth sense for danger coming. Experienced at it. Well… how's your sixth sense right now, huh? Is it warning you, that something bad is about to happen? Something very bad. Yes or no. Speak!"

  Yes, it was.

  "Good. That's all I needed to know. You have a sixth sense something very bad is just about to happen to you. Kinda hard to miss, ain't it? But… you can't see a half naked dancing whore putting on a show, right in front of you. That's really hard for me to believe, wouldn't you admit? Speak!"

  He admitted it was. I put my feet together, and snapped my fingers, pointing. He knew where his face went.

  "Don't speak. Don't move. I'm deciding what I'm going to do about this. I have to do something, that much is obvious. I let this shit go on, I might as well shove your cock right into the zy whore's cunt and ram it home for you two. I'm not doing that, you can believe it. I have every fucking reason, to beat the absolute shit out of you right now. Until those zy whores get back. Late tonight… tomorrow morning. Tomorrow night, if they found some worthless halfwit dumb enough to pump them. Beat the shit out of you all night, maybe all day tomorrow… then throw you're worthless ass out, when they get here. Poof. Then? I'll deal with them."

  "Don't you dare move, don't you dare speak. Don't you dare look at me, until you're told. And stop kissing them. You're not allowed to. I'm deciding what I need to do here."

  I took a while. When I heard a little whiny noise, I flicked my foot up a little.

  "You were told not to make a sound. One more of those? You'll get something to whine for. There's going to be plenty of time for that soon, you can count on it. Try me. I dare you."

  A little while ter, I got a little shaking or fidgeting. I flicked my foot up again.

  "You were told not to move. One more time, and you'll get something to move for. There's about to be tons of that coming. Don't provoke me."

  "All right. Mommy's decided. Do you want to know what I've decided? Yes or no. Speak."

  "Yes."

  "Yeah, I bet you're interested. My first decision, is whether I believe your pathetic excuse, that you didn't see it. You'll be pleased to know, I've been looking at all these pictures, and really studying that little movie I made. You seem to be telling me the truth. I don't see your little eyes coming up, sneaking peeks of what's going on."

  "Thank you."

  "Don't thank me yet. I was only gone, about twenty minutes. Is this what goes on when I leave the townhouse?"

  "No."

  "It doesn't? You're calling me stupid then. I can see with my own eyes, it does. Now then…"

  I tapped him a couple times with my favorite switch.

  "Now. I'm going to ask you a question. I better only have to ask it once. I have to ask it a second time? Don't. You can barely handle simple yes and no questions, you need to answer me with a clear answer. Short, direct, and right to the point. Don't hesitate to answer me, or I'll have to assume you're lying, and trying to come up with an excuse. Be quick. You answer me immediately, and you keep it short. Five words or less. Do we understand each other?"

  "Yes."

  "I'm warning you. Answer quick, and five words or less. Now then… how long has this been going on?"

  "I don't know…"

  I got whiny voice, I got trembling. I deserve an academy award for my performance.

  "You don't know, huh? Has this been going on for weeks now? Or just today."

  He didn't know.

  "Well. Do you want my decision? Ask nice."

  "Please… tell me what you decided to do."

  "Maybe I believe you. You're not looking in the little movie. You do seem to get lost in whatever you're studying. I've seen you do it for weeks now. Actually, if you'd been able to answer me how long it's been going on? That would have proven to me, that you've looked. And not come to me and reported it. That's about all I've decided though. I obviously? Have a huge problem on my hands, don't I? I got zy whores living here with me, and I got a space cadet that doesn't notice a dancing whore putting on a show for him. Its a fucking huge problem, wouldn't you agree with me? Yes or no. Speak!"

  "Yes."

  "And don't I know it. I'm going to ask you one time. Do you love me?"

  "Yes."

  "You want me to take care of this problem, the best way I know how?"

  "Yes."

  "Okay. I will. Do you understand how bad this is?"

  "Yes."

  "I'll handle her, when she gets back. I have time to deal with you, while I wait. And I'm going to do just that. I'm going to use that time, to make sure you understand how important this problem is. Fortunately, we have ample time to do just that. Do I make myself clear?"

  "Yes."

  "I told you about this. Up front. You know that one of the girls here, is the one I found out she sport-fucked my boyfriend, before he went away to finish med school. You know that's the girl in the little movie I just enjoyed. Don't you."

  "Yes."

  "You also know, that two of these girls, are girls you were asking out, and were turning you down. Isn't that right, mister."

  "Yes."

  "That means, you wanted them. That means, you couldn't have them. Now, all of a sudden? I told you this was going to go on. Once a girl sees that another girl she knows pces value on a guy? That shows he's worth something. She had multiple chances, to have you, and she turned it down. Now? She knows that you liked the way she looked, because you were asking her out. Now then. Let's see how well you take telling me the truth, very seriously. So I know I can keep trusting you. Admit to me, right now. That you liked the way she looked, and that was why you kept asking her out."

  He admitted it, groveling.

  "Yes or no would have sufficed. You answer questions quickly, so I can believe your answers. You keep it as short and sweet as possible, so you don't annoy me. I already know you liked how she looks, because you like tall, strong girls. Now then. Has anything changed, about how she looks, between then and now? Yes or no."

  "No."

  "So. You admit, that you still like the way she looks. Go on, and admit it. It's obvious."

  "Yes…"

  "That's good. That's a tiny start. The truth. Well, the truth sometimes hurts. Its about to. Soon. Do you love me?"

  "Yes."

  "Then you understand my big problem here. I have you here, with me. I have to put up with her being here, there's no way out of that. Until I can get you alone with me, and I will, this is going to be an issue. You like the way she looks, and its right there for you to put your eyes on, every day. You saw the pictures, you saw the movie. She's trying her shit all over again. The other one? I have to worry about her now, too. Do you admit that you asked her out many times, because you liked the way the other one looked? Be honest and tell me the truth."

  "Yes."

  "And does she look any different now?

  "No."

  "Another problem. Now, I'm mad. Hell, I'm fuming right now. With what I just saw, continue telling me the truth, and being open and honest with me. Do you admit, that I have a reason to be mad?"

  "Yes."

  "That's because I do. Do you admit that I need to do something about this problem?"

  "Yes."

  "I know I need to. Do you understand that if you would have simply looked up, for one second, at what was going on around you, right in front of your eyes? You would have seen it, and you could have come to me and told me. So I could have handled it. Yes or no."

  "Yes."

  "Do you understand, that I cim you as my personal property, that I expect you to belong to me? And that the reason is because I love you."

  "Yes."

  "And do you love me? And like being my property?"

  "Yes, very much."

  "All right. Do you understand, that when the girls sport-fuck the other girl's guy, that they don't really even like the guy, they're just doing it to fuck with the other girl? Taking them light, showing them they can do it and get away with it? Be honest with me, you can see it now."

  "Yes."

  "All right. This isn't going to be punishment, per se. I need to make it crystal clear though, how important this is. I need to give you a reason, to be a lot more observant, to what's going on around you while we still live here, until I get us out. Which will happen soon enough. But… until that time comes, I need to be able to trust you. And I do. The only thing I'm even remotely happy about? Is that you didn't look one time in that movie. Now. Mind your manners. You were just given a compliment."

  "Thank you."

  "That's it? Thank you for what. Do you not realize, how lucky you are right now, that I even believe you, and trust you? Now try it again. I complimented you. Thank me politely for the compliment."

  He said thank you, and kept going on and on.

  "You can give the kisses again. I'm going to keep you as my personal property. You're allowed to. Don't move otherwise, and don't talk. I still have to decide how to make you understand how important this is."

  I waited a while, enjoying it. Blushing.

  "Stay. You like tall strong girls. I'm a little taller, and a little stronger. That means you like me just a little bit more? Yes or no."

  "Yes. I like you more…"

  "Just because I said yes, is that it?"

  "No. I like you for lots of reasons."

  "Oh, you just like me. Or do you love me."

  He repeated he loved me, again and again. I blushed so bad, I could light a cigarette off my face. Gd he couldn't see that.

  "Shush. I wanna hear it. How much you love me. How much you appreciate the special secret we share. I better hear all about how you understand the problem I have. You will admit, that you like the way she looks. You will ask me, to handle the problem. You will be begging me, to help you notice what the hell's going on right in front of you here. You will promise me, how I don't have to worry about leaving the townhouse for twenty minutes, worrying about what the hell's going on back home. And this better be good. I better feel like I'm not wasting my time. Don't repeat yourself too much, you better figure out what to say, to make me believe it all. That you're begging me to both keep you as my personal property, and that you want me to fix this. Go on, get started. Make it good…"

  Oh god, how I love this part. You talk about being pampered. I let this part go on for a while. Never fails to amaze me, how this part is actually just as much fun as the action. For the first time, this is going to be the most fun I've ever had, because those pictures and that movie? Have him rattled. He doesn't know. He can't know. I could very well actually be mad. He's scared not only of what he might now get, but scared he could lose me, too.

  We talked about this before, me and him, a ways back. How the fear of a scary ride, was part of the thrill. I'm getting tons more though. He wouldn't be afraid, if he wasn't scared he would lose me. I have proof he actually loves me. I have proof, that he'll go through anything, to keep me. Even if he didn't do anything wrong, he's scared of something happening.

  God, I'm giving a great performance. My audience of one, is buying that its real right now. Where's my Oscar and my Emmy.