@ purrs_for_Her

### Wander — *19:27* It’s been a long, rough day.<br /> The fresh air feels good,<br /> but my mind is still trapped,<br /> stuck in that office,<br /> its fluorescent lighting,<br /> archaic and noisy,<br /> still buzzes behind my eyes.<br /> Closing that sale was grueling—<br /> the customer’s incessant demands—<br /> they still press against my skull.<br /> My patience feels razor-thin,<br /> the weight of the day settling on my shoulders. On my way to the apartment,<br /> I catch a glimpse of the setting sun.<br /> Its warm hues contrast my somber demeanor.<br /> I check my phone again,<br /> scrolling through my messages.<br /> ...<br /> Nothing new…<br /> I haven’t heard from her in hours—<br /> only left on “read.” I let out a sigh.<br /> My body feels heavy.<br /> This day has just dragged on forever. Walking up to the apartment door,<br /> I fumble a bit with my keys,<br /> the metal clinks,<br /> I struggle to find the right one.<br /> Upon entering the dimly lit apartment,<br /> I see her sitting on the sofa,<br /> dressed as if she’s getting ready to leave. Ugh, I don’t feel like going anywhere tonight… She looks up from her phone,<br /> our eyes locking.<br /> “You didn’t let Me know you were on your way,” her tone sharp. A hint of disappointment in her eyes—<br /> subtle, but pointed.<br /> A silent judgment.<br /> A reminder of my failure—<br /> of a broken word of honor. But my pride,<br /> like a protective big brother,<br /> overshadows the regret gnawing at me,<br /> feeding my mind with justifications. She didn’t respond earlier—<br /> to my messages.<br /> Not a single word.<br /> And now, all of a sudden,<br /> communication matters?<br /> My eyebrows furrow.<br /> My hands clench. “I told you I’d be late today, didn’t I?” I finally answer,<br /> trying to keep my voice steady.<br /> Her nonchalant expression shifts,<br /> becoming more annoyed. “And that has nothing to do with your promise to let Me know when you’re leaving,”<br /> she fires back,<br /> arms folded across her chest. Her voice cuts through the air.<br /> “Now go get cleaned up. I’m hungry and we have a little bit of shopping to do.” I subtly bite at my lip.<br /> A dull pain.<br /> A distraction.<br /> Anything to manage the tension. Taking a seat on the sunken foyer’s edge,<br /> I slowly remove my shoes,<br /> lingering in defiance. Today has been so stressful…<br /> Doesn’t she see that I’m exhausted?<br /> Maybe I don’t want to go back out.<br /> Does she even consider how I feel?<br /> Maybe she’d know if she just asked. “Hey! Are you listening?” She snaps,<br /> impatience saturating her tone.<br /> “What’s wrong?” I remain seated,<br /> and turn my head toward her,<br /> meeting her gaze—<br /> a fierce expression now on her face. A heavy sigh escapes me.<br /> Honestly, I don’t want to tell her no.<br /> But the thought of getting back out…<br /> It feels unbearable. “I’m just so tired,” I finally admitted,<br /> shoulders slumping. She seems unconvinced. “There’s more to it than that,” she posits,<br /> her eyes piercing through my defenses.<br /> “What is it? Tell me what’s going on.” I turn my head away.<br /> Shame tightens around me,<br /> suffocating, silencing.<br /> From the hurt I feel—<br /> over some ignored messages.<br /> Just a few simple messages…<br /> It seems juvenile.<br /> But it’s amplified by her disregard for my situation.<br /> It stings, and I can’t find the words to express it.<br /> Nor would I if I could. … At some point, she moved.<br /> I didn’t hear her.<br /> I didn’t see her.<br /> But I feel her now—<br /> towering over me.<br /> Close.<br /> Her presence,<br /> it’s tangible,<br /> like a weight bearing down on me. Looking up at her,<br /> our angry expressions collide,<br /> the air thickens with unspoken tension.<br /> I notice my heart beating faster—<br /> Not only from the conflict,<br /> but from her aura… There’s a shift in her energy.<br /> A quiet intensity brewing beyond her expression.<br /> Have I pushed her too far with my silence..? --- ### Veil — *19:38* With a swift motion,<br /> she lunges forward,<br /> pushing me to my back.<br /> Her weight settles on my stomach,<br /> pinning me to the floor. My breath catches.<br /> Her scent—something floral..?<br /> Jasmine…<br /> It melds with her natural aroma,<br /> igniting my senses. The softness of her skin,<br /> the pressure of her body above me;<br /> they contrast sharply,<br /> a blend of elegance and power. "W-what are you doing!?" I exclaim, the surprise evident in my voice. Her response is immediate.<br /> "I won't tolerate you moping or acting out tonight, boy. Now tell Me what's wrong," she demands,<br /> her voice sharp as a knife. I'm stunned.<br /> A fire burns in my chest—<br /> is it anger?<br /> Or something else?<br /> Embarrassment settles in,<br /> uninvited, heating my face,<br /> her eyes piercing into me. "I already told you, I-I'm just tired. There's no need for this!" I plead,<br /> muscles tensing as I try to push her off. "Stop pushing!" she commands. I resist,<br /> frustration spilling over.<br /> "Get off!" Attempting to restrain me,<br /> she grabs my wrists.<br /> But I'm stronger,<br /> easily breaking her grip.<br /> I interlock our hands,<br /> pushing back,<br /> trying to lift her. "I said stop!" she asserts,<br /> her voice firm,<br /> unyielding. I continue to push,<br /> arms fully extended. But she suddenly shifts.<br /> Her weight crashes forward,<br /> pinning my arms above my head.<br /> I can’t push from this angle. As she holds me down,<br /> something mingles with the fluster—<br /> an unexpected exhilaration... Her body hovers above mine,<br /> our faces inches apart.<br /> I'm trapped,<br /> her hair falling around us like a curtain.<br /> A predaceous look glimmers in her eyes—<br /> she leans in closer,<br /> jawline tightening,<br /> eyes slowly narrowing,<br /> asserting her dominance.<br /> I can't resist inhaling Her scent,<br /> it’s so distracting—<br /> intoxicating. With every labored breath,<br /> the warmth of Her body presses down on me.<br /> Now sitting on my chest,<br /> Her weight feels heavier,<br /> oddly comforting. Her gaze pursues me.<br /> I look away,<br /> desperate to hide. My heart is racing.<br /> It's overwhelming—<br /> Her scent, <br /> Her pressure,<br /> the gleam in Her eyes.<br /> I struggle to focus. Somehow, without me noticing,<br /> our hands are no longer intertwined…<br /> Instead, She holds my wrists—<br /> tightly against the ground. Lost between defiance and surrender,<br /> my body is betraying me,<br /> not from fear,<br /> but from curiosity.<br /> Or is it a mixture? A shiver travels down my spine,<br /> my body relaxes,<br /> how did we get here..? The desire to resist is fading,<br /> yielding to the magnetic pull of Her presence—<br /> losing myself in Her orbit. Aware of my waning resistance,<br /> a smug grin flashes across Her lips—<br /> so captivating.<br /> I’m melting. "Good boy." She whispers into my ear. Her words surround me like a warm embrace,<br /> and Her smile—<br /> the most precious sight in the world—<br /> puts butterflies in my stomach,<br /> a lightness in my head.<br /> The frustration of the prior moment,<br /> seems somehow… <br /> distant. Still holding my wrists,<br /> She looks down at me,<br /> taking in the moment—<br /> savoring it. "Who is your Queen?" She finally asks,<br /> Her voice gentle and sweet. I feel a storm within,<br /> emotions crashing like a tsunami.<br /> Pulling me back to the present—<br /> regret, devotion, shame—<br /> all colliding together.<br /> How She hurt me.<br /> How I failed Her.<br /> I try to look away.<br /> A hint of defiance persisting... "Answer me." She demands,<br /> Her soft tone hardening.<br /> "Who is your Queen?" I pause,<br /> Her gaze weighing more than Her body.<br /> My heart pounds,<br /> and for a moment,<br /> I'm lost in the depths of Her eyes,<br /> searching for an escape—<br /> an escape that isn’t there... The silence stretches,<br /> heavy and expectant.<br /> My throat tightens,<br /> heart pounding—<br /> betraying me..?<br /> Or leading the way? With a resigned breath,<br /> I whisper, "You are..." She immediately follows up,<br /> "And who do you obey?"<br /> Her tone still harsh. My eyes plead to Her fierce gaze,<br /> swallowed in shame.<br /> Begging to avoid the obvious answer,<br /> because of my guilt—<br /> because of my broken promise.<br /> but Her stare is unrelenting,<br /> and I divert my eyes once more. "Look at me," She commands sharply,<br /> "Who do you obey?" My eyes instinctively comply,<br /> Her grin now replaced by a stern expression. With no other option,<br /> I mutter my surrender, "...You."<br /> The word slips out,<br /> a quiet truth that echoes in between us,<br /> heavy with contrition,<br /> but liberating. "Now answer properly," She demands,<br /> "Who do you obey?" "I obey You, my Queen."<br /> The words spill effortlessly from my lips,<br /> weightless and freeing. "That's right." She proudly replies. She releases my wrists and sits up,<br /> a triumphant smile gracing Her lips.<br /> Those enchanting lips…<br /> That beautiful smile… With my arms free,<br /> I feel a mix of relief and lingering tension,<br /> my heart still racing from the struggle. A whirlwind of emotions continue to swell—<br /> shame, regret, adoration—<br /> neglect and dismissal—<br /> longing—<br /> disappointment… And the sight of Her beauty aches—<br /> yet, despite my surrender,<br /> something in Her eyes tells me… She’s just getting started. --- ### Stricken — *19:46* The sun has set.<br /> Its remaining beams peering through the glass door,<br /> filling the room with an orange hue. Her silhouette is framed by the fading light—<br /> imposing, inescapable.<br /> She looms over me,<br /> Her shadow stretching,<br /> covering,<br /> consuming. I lie underneath Her—<br /> underneath Her shadow—<br /> between breath and reverence,<br /> desperately searching,<br /> looking for the right words,<br /> but only stare. I feel trapped.<br /> Not by Her,<br /> but by my own self—<br /> the walls I put up.<br /> Unable to express my regret.<br /> For how I failed Her.<br /> For my own hurt feelings… When suddenly,<br /> and surprisingly,<br /> She slaps me.<br /> Her palm releases a sharp crack,<br /> a sound that echoes in the stillness.<br /> The impact burns on my left cheek,<br /> forcing me to wince,<br /> the world tilts for a heartbeat,<br /> returning me to the moment. Slightly disoriented,<br /> my hands cover my face,<br /> instinctively guarding. "Put your hands down." She orders,<br /> Her voice firm.<br /> I hesitate—<br /> caught between instinct and obedience.<br /> Tension coils in my chest. She takes my hand,<br /> tucks it to my side,<br /> and pins it with Her thigh. I don't resist. She does the same with my other hand,<br /> leaving me unguarded—<br /> vulnerable. Her grip is tight—<br /> constraining.<br /> My senses feel heightened.<br /> The warmth of Her skin—<br /> so smooth against my own—<br /> presses against me.<br /> Deceptively soothing.<br /> A paradox of wrath and comfort,<br /> leading me deeper into the moment. I watch Her draw back Her hand,<br /> preparing another slap.<br /> a stoic look etched across Her face.<br /> My breath catches,<br /> the air is thick with unspoken words.<br /> Yet, strangely,<br /> my heartbeat steadies,<br /> my body relaxes,<br /> ready to absorb Her frustrations. Her hand lands forcefully,<br /> slamming into my left cheek once again,<br /> the sting tight and harsh.<br /> I wince again,<br /> losing focus,<br /> struggling to meet Her gaze. "Apologize to me." She commands harshly. Before I can orient myself,<br /> before I can respond,<br /> She slaps me again.<br /> And again.<br /> And again.<br /> And again.<br /> Each strike lands like a thunderbolt—<br /> a wrecking ball to the walls I’ve built. A fiery pulse ignites my face,<br /> blending with a deviant thrill—<br /> something coursing through me,<br /> blurring agony and bliss.<br /> My eyes form tears.<br /> I fight desperately to hold them back. "I said apologize!" She hisses,<br /> Her tone as sharp as Her slaps.<br /> I look up at Her,<br /> trying to focus,<br /> and catch Her expression—<br /> impassive, demanding,<br /> yet with a soft glimmer in Her eyes—<br /> so gorgeous... A warmth radiates from Her,<br /> it blends with the heat from my cheek,<br /> amplifying Her pull,<br /> leaving me breathless,<br /> utterly subject to Her will. "I… I'm sorry…" I whimper,<br /> the words barely escaping my lips,<br /> laced with a mixture of shame and exhilaration. "For what?" She asks,<br /> Her lips curl,<br /> a blend of annoyance and...<br /> something, something—<br /> primal. I try to take another deep breath,<br /> it's difficult with Her weight pressing down.<br /> My pride aches as much as my face.<br /> I barely maintain composure,<br /> my eyes unable to escape Her gaze. She strikes again,<br /> forcefully,<br /> without warning.<br /> My head snaps to the side,<br /> leaving an imprint on my soul itself.<br /> The barriers I’ve placed—<br /> their remnants—<br /> are completely shattered,<br /> freeing the truth. "For disobeying You!" I nearly cry.<br /> The admission tastes bittersweet on my tongue.<br /> It feels like a release,<br /> the confession washing over me,<br /> leaving me breathless and exposed. She lets out an amused laugh.<br /> The smile She was fighting back breaks through,<br /> a satisfied grin that lights up Her face.<br /> My heart to skips a beat. But She's not finished yet. --- ### Purge — *19:52* "And how exactly did you disobey me?" She asks,<br /> already knowing the answer. She's going to make me own it…<br /> The buzzing on my cheek—<br /> a subtle reminder to comply. "For not letting You know when I left." I meekly respond. "And..?" She questions,<br /> not satisfied with the previous answer. "And for not getting ready when you asked…" I amend,<br /> my voice barely above a whisper. "And..?" She continues,<br /> Her tone becoming impatient. But I'm at a loss—<br /> unsure.<br /> What is She seeking?<br /> My mind races,<br /> desperately searching,<br /> looking for the right words. … But none come.<br /> Panic sets in,<br /> gnawing, deep—<br /> am I failing Her again?<br /> Was I being too much?<br /> Too needy?<br /> I can’t explain this ache in my chest… She looks down at me,<br /> Her expression softening. "For not telling me what's bothering you." She says,<br /> guiding me to the answer. "I'm your Queen, and I deserve for you to be honest with Me about everything—“ She continues,<br /> Her voice carrying a tenderness,<br /> cutting through the tension. “you should feel safe enough to tell Me anything…" My body is still,<br /> yet it feels as if it’s trembling fiercely.<br /> I can only stare. “You don’t have to hide anymore...”<br /> She continues,<br /> “You’re safe now…” My heart feels cracked open.<br /> Lying beneath Her,<br /> restrained and exposed—<br /> and now with Her words… Her voice hangs in the air,<br /> slicing through the chaos.<br /> She's reached into my heart,<br /> through the walls and the barriers,<br /> amidst the insecurities and doubts—<br /> the fear and pain—<br /> touching the essence that is truly me,<br /> with nothing standing in Her way. I look up at Her angelic face,<br /> into Her divine eyes,<br /> and with no more hesitation,<br /> I express what seemed impossible before. "I felt… hurt, like You were ignoring me…" the confession falls out clumsily.<br /> “Like… like I wasn’t worth the attention…” my chest tightens more as I speak,<br /> each word breathing life into the hurt I tried to bury.<br /> "Even after such a hard day..." I see the look on Her face change,<br /> Her gentle expression slipping away,<br /> revealing a raw vulnerability.<br /> Silence fills the space between us. "And..." I continue,<br /> "And it’s stupid, I know… I’m sorry for being too much, I-I couldn’t help it…" my voice breaking,<br /> “I just… needed You, so much… and you didn’t even message me back… I felt invisible…”<br /> I take a moment to regain my composure. "Like, I know I was supposed to let You know that I was on my way, but... I... I was just so angry... I'm sorry… and it just seems so childish now…" I finish through tears.<br /> The last piece of me lain bare. Her hand slowly reaches down,<br /> caressing my cheek.<br /> Her fingers trace across my skin,<br /> gentle, light—<br /> a stark contrast from the slaps earlier.<br /> The tears linger,<br /> a reminder of all I’ve kept from Her.<br /> Her palm cups my cheek,<br /> softer than I’ve ever known,<br /> and I see in Her eyes,<br /> Her own tension,<br /> a glimmer of regret... “I…” Her voice trembles.<br /> She catches Herself,<br /> maintaining control. But there’s something else—<br /> an unease.<br /> "I didn’t realize… I should have known.” She continues.<br /> “You needed me and I wasn’t there for you, was I?" She looks down,<br /> Her gaze escapes my eyes,<br /> and for a moment,<br /> I see the disappointment in them—<br /> the disappointment in Herself, too.<br /> Her divine presence alters,<br /> revealing a more human beauty… I nod,<br /> feeling the weight of my admission. Her eyes meet with mine again,<br /> shimmering with unshed tears.<br /> She simply stares,<br /> taking it in for a brief moment,<br /> the words settling between us,<br /> forming a bridge that connects our spirits. "I'm so sorry, My sweet boy." She says,<br /> trying to hold a steady demeanor.<br /> "I had no idea you needed Me so much today… I was interrupted after reading your message and never followed up. Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you… that I let you down… you’re not… you’re not ‘too much.’" With both arms,<br /> She reaches around my head,<br /> and gives me a powerful embrace.<br /> The hug is so tight that I can barely breathe.<br /> She begins saying something else,<br /> but it sounds muffled,<br /> I can't make it out. And yet, it doesn't matter.<br /> Her words—<br /> Her acknowledgment...<br /> the tension inside me begins to unravel. And, despite Her increasing pressure on top of me,<br /> it’s as if the weight of the world has been lifted from my chest,<br /> replaced by a serene joy that blossoms within—<br /> from knowing that She cares,<br /> that She was able to reach out and guide me to the honesty of my confession,<br /> creating a space where we could see each other authentically.<br /> Her arms tighten around me,<br /> I melt into Her embrace.<br /> My heart pounds.<br /> But not frantically—<br /> it’s steady now,<br /> slow, calming,<br /> like a gentle wave.<br /> Her breath against my neck,<br /> warm and soothing,<br /> Her embrace,<br /> feels like a sanctuary,<br /> where my heart can rest and heal. Everything fades,<br /> only the sound of Her heartbeat,<br /> it intertwines with mine,<br /> forming a profound connection.<br /> I dare not move,<br /> I dare not disturb this moment,<br /> not for air,<br /> not for life itself—<br /> this closeness is all I crave,<br /> and I would die for it. … Then,<br /> just like that,<br /> the moment fades.<br /> Her arms loosen,<br /> the weight of Her touch lifts,<br /> leaving an emptiness. My body feels light,<br /> but my heart is heavy—<br /> full. I need a moment,<br /> in this space,<br /> in the silence,<br /> to gather the pieces of myself—<br /> the pieces She’s helped reveal. --- ### Bound — *20:04* She releases Her grip on me,<br /> returning Herself to a seated position.<br /> I inhale sharply,<br /> much-needed air filling my lungs.<br /> She lets out an adorable chuckle at the sight. My vision clears,<br /> drawn to Her beautiful smile. "So, will you forgive Me, sweet boy?" She asks, wiping a few tears from Her own eyes. "Of course, my Queen." I respond almost reflexively.<br /> "Will You forgive me?" She leans down,<br /> Her lips pressing lightly on my forehead.<br /> "I already have, My sweet boy," She smiles. The warmth of Her kiss lingers,<br /> sending a shiver down my spine. She stands up,<br /> relieving the pressure on my chest.<br /> My lungs seize the opportunity,<br /> pulling in air.<br /> But the relief is fleeting— Her foot crashes down,<br /> pressing me back into the ground.<br /> Her weight returns—<br /> focused,<br /> steady,<br /> absolute.<br /> I’m breathless again—<br /> by the force She exerts,<br /> and the sight of Her over me. She stands poised,<br /> effortless.<br /> A Queen assessing Her property.<br /> The look in Her eyes sharpens again,<br /> though this time,<br /> amusement dances behind them. She shifts Her weight slightly,<br /> a small, deliberate adjustment.<br /> The pressure deepens,<br /> spreading through my chest—<br /> slow, rolling,<br /> a silent warning. "And don't you ever give me a reason to do this to you again, do you understand me, boy?" She asks,<br /> the weight increasing,<br /> firm and steady.<br /> My body strains beneath Her foot,<br /> not quite pain,<br /> something heavy,<br /> something consuming,<br /> part of me craving more… "Yes, my Queen." the words escape,<br /> slipping through shallow breaths.<br /> I wince,<br /> but the feeling is not unwelcome—<br /> it feels grounding,<br /> reassuring. She presses a little more.<br /> A test..?<br /> I instinctively tense,<br /> but don’t resist.<br /> Our clothing dulls the sensation,<br /> but amplifies something deeper—<br /> the certainty of Her control,<br /> the reality of Her dominance. "I need you to be open and honest with your feelings, got it?" She continues,<br /> Her tone firm,<br /> and yet warm,<br /> welcoming. "Of course, my Queen." I vow instantly,<br /> the words feeling like both a promise and a plea. "Good boy." She adds with a satisfied grin spreading across Her face,<br /> lighting up Her features.<br /> "Now, get yourself cleaned up, I'm hungry and we have some shopping to do." She lingers for a moment.<br /> Then with a slow, deliberate motion,<br /> She finally lifts Her foot from my chest.<br /> The absence is sudden.<br /> The liberation…<br /> unnatural.<br /> Wrong. My chest rises sharply,<br /> filling with air once again,<br /> the breath She has granted me. Above me,<br /> She smiles,<br /> admiring Her handiwork.<br /> There’s a sense of satisfaction in Her expression,<br /> a silent acknowledgment of our shared moment. "Yes, my Queen. Thank You, my Queen." I say to Her with a smile,<br /> my heart swelling with gratitude. But there’s something else…<br /> I hesitate.<br /> The words are there,<br /> on the tip of my tongue.<br /> Will She welcome them..?<br /> Acknowledge them..?< She watches me closely,<br /> aware,<br /> waiting,<br /> Her eyes softening,<br /> enough to make my heart stutter.<br /> But I can’t hold them in any longer— … "…I love You," I add,<br /> the words spilling out of me.