Unfaithful worm

“You! Come here now!” Damn she sounded mad.

“I don’t have time to put your collar on. Kowtow!”

That was maybe the third time she used that word. I wished she’d never read it. I dropped to my knees and bowed extending my hands in front of me crossing them at the wrist, not allowing them to touch the floor. I could hold the posture for thirty seconds if I was lucky.

It was probably less than fifteen before I fell on my hands. She stomped on them.

“You incompetent slave! Can’t obey a simple instruction. Bend up and look at me.”

Kneeling upright I did. What I saw through me. I saw a funny reflection of myself. She was wearing mirrored glasses. For the first time ever I couldn’t get feedback from her eyes. I froze without seeing her eyes I didn’t know what to do. All I saw was myself on my knees looking pathetic.

“Tell me you worthless piece of shit is there something wrong with the way I look?” She kicked my knees.

“I - ” More kicks.

“Aren’t you satisfied with me? Don’t I do enough for you?”

I didn’t try to say anything. Lost and confused I started to tremble.

“Don’t try that trick with me you unfaithful little worm!”

I was actually getting dizzy. She was the only star in my galaxy, I wouldn’t know how to be unfaithful. I just looked up at her hurt and silent.

“Look what I found on your computer.”

Oh. It was a photo of a Playboy centerfold I once fancied. In an idle moment of recollection I’d found it. Maybe I’d spent five seconds looking at it. An expensive five seconds it seemed.

“But I just “¦ ”

“Shut up!” her voice was so loud and harsh it cut into me like a whip. I had no idea she’d care. She knew other women had become invisible to me after I found her.

“You’re just a worm aren’t you? Get on your belly and look like one.”

She lashed my arms and legs together tightly. From where she stood I probably did like a worm.

“Since you are just a worm I’m going to teach you the worm game.”

“I have my cat o nine tails in my hand. Being a worm you’ll try to squirm away when it hits you. By the time my arm gets tired you won’t think about naked women anymore will you.”

I wished I really was a worm and could burrow out of site. With her cat and angry I had no idea what she might do to me.

“You just lie there and wonder fish bait when the first lash will come.”

Just barely I heard her snicker softly to herself. She wasn’t mad. But she had played me like a worm on a hook.

I might’ve relaxed but given what she had in her hand I knew that I’d deeply hate the ‘worm game.’

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