SoMa NSFW Week 2014 Prompt: Uniform
If theres one thing I live for in life
it would be well dressed men.
And this asshole broke out the big ones
when I was clearly upset at his display of tomfoolery
and took me by surprise.
I hate how effortlessly he pulls me into this room
forces me to love him,
and persuades me to fawn over myself in this dress.
Billy Joel echoes in the background.
Enter the pianoman in a suit and tie.
Hands pit deep in his pockets
trying so hard to keep his cool hidden with a smirk,
when those deft fingers itched to play.
Look at this wolf in pinstripes.
Can anyone stay mad at him?
Or am I just a sucker for attractive weapon partners
that you could order around to satisfy your every whim?
Knick-Knack patty wack.
Give the dog a bone.
"You're a fucking tool, Evans."
"Isn't that the idea, Albarn?"
Featherlight footsteps.
Hearts like restless birds in cages.
"You wouldn't have me any other way, mistress."
Am I sure I'm master here?
I was supposed to administer your scolding.
but all my limbs have strings attached,
and you're tugging them closer to you.
I cannot control your actions from here,
and my hips are eager to say hello to yours.
The demon sniggers by the gramophone,
interrupting the vibe and fucking with the records.
How frustrating.
Now were in a dark waltz,
and your hands swallow my petite palms too easily.
The skips in this track echo my heartbeat.
I'm losing track of time gazing into your mesmerizing scarlet.
I'm not supposed to be the one being punished.
I look down.
An idea.
His tie becomes undone in seconds,
and he barely has one to register that hes on his stomach
while I bound those eager grabby appendages tight.
"You don't get to cut those until you make me sing, without them."
The demon cocks his head and bares his teeth, intrigued.
Successful punishment, I think aloud.
Good luck trying to make me sing.
Female canaries have no vocal cords,
or so I thought.
Our clothes fade into the shadows,
but his hands remain bound.
Loyal dog, but ravenous wolf
with a dripping tongue centimeters away from the food bowl.
"Fuck!"
The devil deposits black into our red wine,
in hopes that we would drink heartily after our sinful meal.
(Blackroom)