(Work of fiction)
“Do you ever miss flirting and dating?” Alley asked casually as I placed her latte on the table. “Of course not!” I adamantly stated. Why would I want to go back to dating in hopes of finding the perfect goddess, when I was barely lucky enough to find you?”
Alley smirked and rolled her eyes. “Well, obviously… oh look at you all flustered… this wasn’t a trick question. Come.” **snap-snap** Her fingers went at me, and then she pointed them to the floor. I rushed to my knees approaching but not touching her lap. “Yes, mam” I pattered. She combed her fingers through my hair with one hand while resting the other on my shoulder. “I wasn’t asking if you wanted to divorce. I’m just curious, if you look back on single life fondly. Did you find flirting and dating fun?” “Well, I…” **slap** I felt across my face, clearly not to hurt me but to get my attention. “Do Not qualify your answer. I get it, you love me. You worship me. When you close your eyes and think of pussy, you can only picture mine… just give me a simple “yes/no” answer.”
“Yes,” I admitted. “I did enjoy it.”
“What was so fun about it? I know it’s been years, and you’re a completely different person but tell me what you remember.”
I thought nervously about how to respond, “Well when I was in high school constantly being worried about what other thought, I hated it. But when I moved away for school and got to start new, I just enjoyed the challenge. Approaching woman I didn’t know, seeing if I could make her laugh… well, laugh With me, not At me. I always used to say that my impression of a woman was “I’m Laughing, I’m Laughing I’m Laughing, I’m Naked.” Then seeing how much I could get to know her, both by what she’d say and what she didn’t say.”
“Things she didn’t say?” Alley questioned.
“Yeah, you know… cold reading. Making educated guesses based on subtle observations… like I did with you.” I stated matter of factly.
“You did that to me?” She said both confused and stunned.
“Of course!” Remember that the first morning of that conference retreat when we met? You and I were the only ones up. 5:30 am and your wavy blonde hair already looked perfect framing your milk and honey toned face with your ocean blue begging any want who sees them to come for a swim. And I pointed out the chess board and asked you to play while we waited for everyone else. We got to chatting as we played, we talked about our families and you said that although you love your family they can be frustrating. And I said, “They underestimate you a bit don’t they.””
Alley interrupted confused, “Wait, hold on. How did you know my family underestimates me?”
“Cold reading” I said amusingly. “You’ve got Barbie good looks, and are able to look stunning first thing in the morning. Unfortunately, pretty privilege for blondes comes with bimbo assumption. And yet, when I asked you to play chess you casually said, yes. Not that chess is the hardest game but most actual bimbos just assume it’s hard and never learn. You both knew how to play but also didn’t care about the outcome of the game. You are gorgeous, intelligent and secure in both qualities. Forget your family, most people would underestimate you.”
“Wow…” she said astounded. “See, this is why I asked. The other ladies at book club were talking about how goofy their husbands were when they started dating. I said that I just remembered you being incredibly charming yet sincere. It made me wonder what it would be like to watch you tried to flirt and bring a woman to bed today…”
Sweat began to form over my brow, “I don’t know… it’s been over a decade since we became exclusive. I’m out of practice. Plus why would I want to?”
Alley rested both hands on my shoulders smiled at me, and dug her nails into my skin, “because I said so, sweetie… that’s why.”
“Ahhh owww ok! Yes, mam. So, what? You want me to go up to woman one night at a bar as you watch?”
“yeah, I’m curious to see if you still got it. To see if you can still act like the suave man I met a decade ago, rather than the pathetic beta simp that you’ve become in recent years.”
“Uhhhhhh….” I moaned as I was suddenly reminded of my situation and pre-cum leaked through my cage. It’s when I don’t expect her piercing insults that my body turns on me most. “If that’s w-what you w-want.” I meekly muttered.
“Hehe… Oh it is my little dear.” she grinned. “I want you to put on the charm as I watch. I can’t wait to see what happens… If you get a girl all the way back to the hotel, you better tell me all about it.”
“Wait what?” I questioned, “you want me to go to a hotel with another woman?”
“Yes.” Alley said, “before we go out tonight, I’ll unlock you. It’ll help you get into your old mindset.”
Unlock me??? I don’t think I’ve been outside the house unlocked in two years. What is going on? What game is she playing? She doesn’t really want me to cheat on her does she? Or maybe she assumes I’ll fail? That has to be it.
Alley slapped me again and said, “oh and just so you don’t intentionally get shut down, if you aren’t successfully able to pick someone up and take them to a hotel, then it’s one full month locked. You will not get to touch me at all. You will not get to watch me touch me at all. Understood?”
“Y-yes, mam.” I said, Ok, so intentional failure isn’t the plan.” I thought. “What the fuck is she up to?” I was left pondering the situation as I could feel an erection hopelessly trying to burst through. I don’t know what she is trying to get out of this… but I think it’s working.
To be continued…