(cw: stalking, cnc, unhealthy relationships. This post was made for (fucked up) sapphics)
Imagine you were in a sub/domme relationship with someone whose face you’ve never seen properly. Maybe you met online, or maybe she just started stalking you and you let it happen. Now you’re the property of someone who enjoys how little you know about her.
You know she follows you around sometimes, maybe she’s only a step behind you in a crowd, but you wouldn’t be able to recognise her even if you looked. You know she’s followed you home, because she’s broken in enough times- although she quickly stole a spare key, so is it really ‘breaking’ in? You know she takes your phone because she added herself to your contacts and occasionally renames her number as ‘mistress’ or ‘owner’ or ‘guardian angel’.
And you know she wants your body, because sometimes when you think you’re alone she pushes you face-first into a wall or a couch and fucks you from behind. Sometimes you wake up blindfolded with her fingers already pushing over and over into you wet cunt. Sometimes she texts you in the middle of the day saying she saw you in the dress she chose for you today, and you look like just as much of a slut as she hoped.
Now you’re so well conditioned that if you get a text or call telling you to close your eyes, you drop whatever you’re doing to keep them shut tight. You live for the times you hear her voice in your ear and feel her hands groping you but you won’t turn your head to look. You just love knowing your guardian angel is watching over you 💖
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