Prettyintelligentprincess

'I had an apartment in ____It had pillars within. Old whiskey warehouse maybe. You are tied to one of the pillars.
Almost naked.
Heels on.
Breasts exposed.
Pussy and arse exposed.
I look into your eyes as I feel your clitoris and then move inside your pussy with my fingers...
But that's not what I really intend to do.
You have been a bad girl and I will be punishing you.

I massage your bottom and then begin to spank it with my hand and my belt...
I can see your flesh becoming red under my palm...

I lower your arms, just low enough so you are leaning towards me....
Just the right angle for my cock to fill your mouth...I begin to fuck you...your mouth and you choke...you choke. Breathless...

I will cum in...'

Then the voicemail woman cut in and told me what I had to do to save/delete/replay the message!!!

AAAaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Advised to be silent, yet told I have been too quiet.
Told I'm not doing my job..by her.
Listening silently and compassionatly...by him.
She rants about my illness and about my lack of communication.
I remain silent.
He listens.
Squares and squares of doodles cover his paper.
I freeze.
Can't talk.
Tears well.
She lies.
And lies.
Lies some more.
I feel helpless.
Yet the silence is calm, theraputic almost.
There is something here that is invisible to me.
It will all come out in the wash...