polly

it was brought to my attention that while i've referred to "Polly" a great deal, and she's quite a character who's come to represent a whole thing about jealousy and polyamory all mixed together in one warped package, i've never actually posted the story i wrote about Polly.

Polly didn't exist when i wrote this, sometime last summer, way before even the start of my contract. i don't really feel like defending the difficult parts of my psyche that produced this, so if you're thinking i'm way too sick and twisted because of this, then, well, don't worry too much.

i already know that.

Enjoy.

**edit** i posted this the other day in my other blog, forgetting to put it here as well. the response there was hugely dramatic. apparently the polly story touches quite a nerve, almost like my anger post a while ago.

i never said it was pretty, living inside my head.

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_rules_

"That's the door. Go get it." I quickly glance at you, I have no idea what this is about. I go to the door, and let her in. You're smiling - you're happy. That makes me nervous, when we play.
"This is Polly," you say, looking at her, smiling. I think, who the fuck is Polly? I'm quiet, I'm down. I'm not sure what this is about, but I know that it's a surprise meant for me, and you like surprises. I don't.

"Polly's here to teach you a lesson," you say. My mouth drops open. We've talked about this - while we've agreed that there's no real limits, I'm surprised at the girl. You laugh. "No, no. Not like that," you say. But you're practically giggling, and I'm still a little in shock, because I don't know what the hell is going on.

Polly does, though. Polly's cute. Polly's clearly in the know about the situation, and she's looking at me with a mixture of naivete, lust, and curiousity. She's happy, though. I look down at the floor. You grab my chin, pull my head up to look at you. You say clearly, "I want you to get a good look at Polly. Polly's here tonight because of you. Polly's going to teach you a valuable lesson." You let go of my chin, but grab my hair, twist it around so I'm looking at Polly - her mouth is open, wet, and she's watching me, and her breath catches. "Get a good goddamned look at Polly." you say again.

You bring me to my knees by my hair, and push my head down to the floor, and then get down next to me to whisper in my ear. "You thought I'd forget about our conversation, didn't you. You thought I'd forget you said you'd lied." My heart pounds, my mouth goes dry. You continue to speak in my ear. "You thought I'd think it was no big deal, with your big speech about no punishment and no rules." Your hand pushes on my neck down so I'm mashed into the carpet. You speak into my ear, quietly and carefully. "You thought wrong, you little bitch."

It's much later, and I'm bound tightly to the chair. My legs are splayed out, my arms snug, and you've shoved a gag in my mouth. I'm crying. Polly's been watching me, but now she's more interested in you. You've gotten her to strip, you've put her in her place, and now she's facing me on all fours, on the bed. Her face is a perfect picture of lust as you play behind her, smacking her lightly while she groans. You're watching me as I weep. I can hear you speaking to her lightly, and she twists and bucks against your fingers. You push her closer to me, so we're almost face to face, and then you're speaking to me.

"This is your punishment." you say, as you ram into her while she groans and yells. "Watch this," you say. "Watch what's happening, what's yours, what you wanted." The words are spinning in my mind I'm sorry I'm sorry stop stop and I'm watching you fuck her harder and harder. "Don't you turn your face away, bitch," you say and I don't. I'm dripping onto the floor while I watch you take her and I know what I've done, who I am. I'm crying through the gag, and your eyes grab mine and don't let go.