Sugar Plum Fairies

 

Sugar Plum Fairies" (a short one)

by c.w. cobblestone

 

The television's grey glow casts a soft, flickering light, and the shadows

dance playfully on your motionless face. I sit here in my chair alone,

hopelessly watching, lost in your catlike, contented smile, that fucking little

superior smile of yours...I feel the rhythm of your breathing as I reach out

across the room with my mind and try to touch you.

 

Sleep peacefully, my beautiful angel...bask in the deep, soothing slumber of a

satisfied woman.

 

The only thing ruining this beautiful picture is Bill, lying next to you and

snoring like a pig.  His arm is draped over your soft body, and his hairy balls

are peeking out from under the crumpled covers. His head is covered by a

pillow, but I'm sure if I could see his face, I'd see a smile similar to yours

- the self-assured smile of a real man.

 

I'm trying to fall asleep myself, but it's nearly impossible. Being tied up in

this chair makes it difficult to get comfortable. But you really don't care, do

you, Angie? I can tell by the little smile on your sleeping lips - all you care

about is that satisfied glow you're feeling. Bill provided the fuel for that

sensation earlier tonight, didn't he?

 

I saw the whole thing, Angie. Bill tried to blindfold me, but he didn't do a

very good job - I could see everything by peeking out from under the bottom of

the bandanna.

 

I saw how he ravished you. I swear, Angie, sometimes it worries me to see how

rough Bill treats you when you're making love. He thrashes you around like a

rag doll, and it looks like it hurts. But I guess you must like it - you always

ask him to come back, don't you?

 

He's been spending a lot of time here lately, and that's starting to worry me.

I don't understand it - why are you so attracted to him? Okay, he is a

good-looking guy, but he's a complete jerk. Can't you see it? Why are women

like you always attracted to assholes? And, why are guys like me always

attractive to evil bitches like you?

 

I'm sorry, Angie, I didn't mean to call you a bitch. But you really do treat me

horribly sometimes. Take tonight, for instance. I thought I did a good job

serving you and Bill. I did everything you guys said. I even washed Bill's car

- it took me over an hour, and I had other chores to finish up. But did I

complain? No.

 

Yet, you still had Bill give me 100 lashes with the cane. You didn't even say

why I was being punished. Not that you need a reason to whip me. I know that.

But at least you could've told me what I did wrong, so I would know not to do

it in the future.

 

Then, on top of all that, you had Bill tie me up to this chair. Then you made

me sit here like this while you guys fucked, right in our marriage bed. That

really bothers me, Angie. Although I guess I should be used to cleaning up cum

stains on my bedsheets by now.

 

You look so pretty, Angie, so innocent as you snore away, a cute little

feminine snort every time you breathe. It's nothing at all like Bill's elephant

snore. My God, I don't know how you sleep through it!

 

I wish the morning would get here. Bill has to work in the morning, so we'll

finally have some time alone.

 

Oh, shit, I forgot - you're going shopping tomorrow. Well, maybe I can serve

you after you get back.

 

Please?