Requiem For A Domestic ( Part Two )
By Laura Chilton
This is a work of fiction for mature adults only. Do not read this if you are under 21 years of age. Any similarities between persons living or dead is purely coincedental.
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...I prayed for strength as she began to manipulate my other nipple in the same manner, looking at me in an eerily calm manner as she proceeded to bring almost unbearable pain.''I just need to bring the circulation back..now please, try not to fidget so much..''. I couldn't stop the flow of tears down my face, as much as i tried. Again I heard her searching the drawers of the bureau, and was expecting the worst...there was some slight sense of relief when she returned with a small box of kleenex and very lightly dabbed my face and eyes... ''Are you forgetting something? Normally one thanks another for kindness..'' She stood up with her arms folded and glared at me..it was absurd for her to expect me to thank her, especially with this horrible rubber ball strapped into my mouth. She slowly shook her head and walked towards one corner of the room, out of my view and leaving me wondering what terrible thing she had next. Ms.Anderon carried over the votive candle she had lit earlier, holding it over my chest as she blew out the flame. All of the sudden I knew what was coming next...I let out a harsh scream that was effectively muffled by the gag as the wax met my flesh.I gripped the side of the chair with all I had and tried to gather as much strength as I could muster. She had a very casual look on her face, yet her eyes seemed to penetrate my very soul as she dripped the wax between my breasts..I felt it run towards my navel and prayed it wouldn't go any further. Evidently, my torrent of tears didn't seem to affect her one way or the other. She proceeded to drizzle wax on my stomach as if she were decorating a streudel.
She put the votive on the floor and knelt beside me, stroking my hair and giving me a kiss on the forehead.''You poor thing...you must be in so much agony..I'll let you rest a minute now..''. I was both angered and confused at the same time...here was this woman who less than two minutes ago was non-chalantly burning me with wax, and now she was performing this ridiculous charade of sympathy.
She told me to lift my head as undid the gag (thank God)and left the room, locking the door behind her. I lay in the dark, still completely strapped and covered with wax. I felt as if my crotch were about to split from being forced open for so long ,and every muscle I had was sore. I don't know how long she was gone, but Ms.Anderson finally returned after what seemed like an eternity.
''I think you have had enough for today, dear..I have a hair appointment in an hour, so I'm afraid we will have to part company soon..''. She applied some lotion to my burns and slowly undid the straps one by one. Taking my hand to help me up, she told me to get dressed and see myself out. I really didn't know what to make of the bizzare episode, but one thing was for sure... I would definately be more careful when dusting.