01/06/2013
I have some spare time, and I’m still working on my other post I plan on making. But I needed to take a break from that, and so here we are. I decided to write something a little different, a fantasy of sorts. Actually fantasy is the best way to describe it because it’s not even something that I’d be entirely interested in experiencing but it was rolling about my head and I thought I’d put it out there.
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A light sigh escaped my lips – the first sign of life in this part of the house. I’d been trying to be quiet as I was told to be but I was beginning to think she’d forgotten about me. I heard Naomi’s footsteps as she made her way back to the bedroom.
“Are you going to behave?”
I looked up at her through the bars, blushing. “Y-yes, I’ll behave Mistress.” I’d been put in my cage for acting up – something that was becoming more and more of a trend. It wasn’t anything serious and the rules honestly were very fair, but I understood the problem.
She crouched down and unlocked the cage, smiling at me through the bars. I smiled back as she helped me back to my feet after I crawled out of the cage. “Inside voices, remember?”
“Yes.”
“Good, I ordered a pizza.” It was another Friday night on which it was her turn to cook, and once again she opted to order in instead of making a meal. I was okay with it though, neither of us were good cooks. I nodded to her and began to make my way back to my computer in the room upstairs when I heard her voice again, “No running in the house.”
“Sorry.”
Naomi cleaned up my desk after dragging me away from it, getting rid of my plate from lunch and the empty bottles that had begun to pile up. In my defense it was better than the cans of soda that used to pile themselves up around my desk – although if I was better about picking up after myself like she insisted she’d be more pleased about it.
The computer itself was just how I left it however. I liked that I could leave my computer on and unlocked without having to worry about someone rummaging through my browser history or more importantly my files. I didn’t like it when people read my writing before I was finished with it, though once I had brought up that feeling to Naomi it was never a problem.
The first time I’d been pulled away right after a game my friends teased me though that kind of died quickly. I could tell it killed a couple of them to not crack jokes but Derek was quick to put a stop to it and everyone listened to him out of respect if nothing else. I’d finally come far enough along that I didn’t have to hide the details of my relationship with Naomi – the freedom of self-expression was an amazing feeling.
“Amy,” I heard Naomi’s voice call from downstairs just before I put on my headset, “Laundry.” I had a bad habit of forgetting my laundry in the dryer, sometimes for days. I’d only forgotten Naomi’s once and never again. She took away all my clothes for two entire days and told me that every time I forgot she would add two more days. I wasn’t about to make that mistake again especially when it was still fairly brisk about the house – summer was definitely on its way but it seemed to be taking it’s time this year.
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As much as people are going to hate me for it. That’s where it ends. I ran out of ideas, inspiration, and motivation. This wasn’t something that I was planning on writing, so I’m not displeased about it. Again it was just something rolling around my head, and I had to toss in random names because I hadn’t thought ahead, but I was trying to avoid any associations to people I’ve mentioned previously.