"Do you feel trapped?" he asked her.
"Uh huh"
"Do you feel caught?"
"Uh huh"
"What image does this evoke for you?"
"I'm the fly and you are the spider."
So, she knew, he thought. She knew all along. And, yet she came into the parlor, all the time. Sometimes, she didn't even wait for him to invite her. She just waltzed straight in, as he preferred. He wanted a willing captive in her own demise.
"You struggled at first, my dear. You pretended that you didn't want to get caught."
She opened her mouth to speak.
"Don't deny it now. Just listen."
She closed her mouth.
"And, the more that you struggled, the more tangled you got...
She blushed to her toes. My God!
...the tighter your constriction...
She was loving this (but could he read her mind?)
...And, you really began to enjoy it, didn't you, my darling?...
Oh gosh, he could.
...The web cocoons the object you have become...
Oh yes, it does!
...a silky cocoon...
Deliciously so.
...and now you are completely covered. Metamorphed."
How lovely!
"'Will you walk into my parlor?' said the Spider to the Fly."
"Lead the way. I'm right behind you," she replied.
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Brilliant! Love it :)
ReplyDeleteshape shifter: You are a darling! I so very much appreciate it. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteNow I will probably get a dreamy look on my face when I read the real version of this story to my kids. :)
ReplyDeleteSerenity: Allowing your kinky life to enter/overtake your real life is, I think, an admirable goal. LOL
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