cat/mouse

here's where my mind went, all on it's own:

- you play with me, like a cat toying with a mouse. i squeal, writhe around, and desperately try to fight back. i love and i hate the smile on your face when you do it.
- what i did, the Thing I Don't Like, unexpectedly pops into my mind. intellectually i understand that it's only expected that i've already eroticized it. but the thought of it, and the corresponding punch of heat to my cunt shocks me.

i've said it before, and i'll say it again: i am aware you have made no promises. that the risk of continuing, or not, is something i will have to live with. this fact only emphasizes that i am turned into a thing, something for you to use, and then throw away.

yes, i am aroused by that.

but i don't know how much more of that i can take.