Lunch Date

[mme_depompadour]

*rings the doorbell at Caeth and Ianto's*

*waits*

Comments

[mme_depompadour]

*grins and looks through the trees at the playground*
You have no idea how elaborate this is.
*orders a drink and looks at her menu*
This takes elaborate to a whole new level.

[off_c]

*grinning*
Knock it off, you're scaring me a little.
*orders a Cobb salad*

[mme_depompadour]

*giggles*
*hands you two cards*
You've ordered food, so now you have plenty of time to think about what you're going to tell Reinette after the two of you have eaten. By that time I'll be at the playground so I don't think I won't be keeping an eye on you.

You have told me many of your more hardcore domination and objectification fantasies over the years and now you are going to share one with Reinette. She is going to be taking notes and sharing it with me after lunch. If I'm satisfied that you have shown Reinette the depraved depths your dirty mind can sink to, I will give you a reward. If not, Reinette will give you a punishment. It doesn't have to involve me, or anyone specific, it doesn't have to be realistic or physically possible, it just has to involve the deepest, darkest desires that I know are inside your gorgeous, filthy little head. Now eat your food, think about it and tell her over coffee.

[off_c]

Oh my god. Oh NO.

*glances surreptitiously at the playground*

[mme_depompadour]

*looks*
He's not there yet.
*drinks her wine*
If it's any consolation, he says it's important that I know, otherwise he can't continue with whatever it is he's planning. Like I said, it's elaborate, and he says he needs me for it. I don't know much more than that.
*smiles*
But I'm hoping for the reward. He said I should definitely nag you for the reward.

[off_c]

What, I can give you the reward somehow?

*looks ill*
He told me to think about it, but I knew the instant I read it what I have to tell you. And now I'll have to think about that all through lunch. I can't tell you now, can I, and get it over with? I'm not going to be able to eat a thing.

[mme_depompadour]

I think you should probably stick to the rules. I don't want to miss out on the reward. How quickly can you eat a salad?
*takes her plate and stuffs a piece of salmon into her face*

[off_c]

Seriously? This salad is huge. I'd never finish it even if I was famished. Let alone with what I'm thinking about.

[mme_depompadour]

*leans in*
Just eat what you can... I'll lie for you.
*watches Ianto arrive at the playground with Jack in a stroller, Claire standing on the back and Dafydd running in front of him, hitting trees with a stick*
Go on, eat.

[off_c]

*glances at Ianto*
*shoves the bacon and ham and egg aside and stuffs a mouthful of lettuce in*
*chews determinedly*
*mouth full*
This is a nightmare.

[mme_depompadour]

*takes a piece of bread and butters it*
Calm down, Caeth.
*holds it out to you for a bite*
Eat something.

[off_c]

*eats the bread, but not the buttered part*
*has a sip of water*
*takes a deep breath and eats more lettuce*

[mme_depompadour]

Good girl.
*demonstratively puts her cutlery on her plate*
Coffee?

[off_c]

*nods emphatically, still chewing*

[mme_depompadour]

*orders two coffees and gets her pen and notebook out of her purse*
*sticks the pen in her mouth as she opens the notebook to a fresh page*
Whenever you're ready, then.

[off_c]

*takes a sip of coffee to fortify herself*
Jesus. Okay.

In this fantasy I'm the property of two women. I don't know how they came to own me, but all I know is that I can't escape, I'm stuck there, and I have to do what they say because there's nowhere to go.

But they don't know what to do with me.

So they call a man in.

[mme_depompadour]

*takes notes, nodding*
A man in. Go on.

[off_c]

This man, he's older - fifties, maybe. And I'm not really attracted to him, I'm not attracted to any of them, but it doesn't matter.

He looks me over like an object, a piece of art or machinery. He walks around me and pinches my breast, touches my ass, makes me bend over, opens me up with his fingers, looks in all the holes, and it's dispassionate, like a mechanic.

And they get involved, too. They pinch me and caress me, look at my hair, pull it,

And it doesn't matter what I do, or how I feel, none of it is for my benefit. I'm a machine, a toy, a science experiment. If I cry, they lick the tears or they kiss me or they slap me, but not because of how I feel, just to see what it will do. If I don't react, it doesn't make any difference. If I do, it doesn't either.

They talk to me, but it's just simple orders. If they want me to move, they just move me to the right position like an animal.

And then they bring out the equipment.

[mme_depompadour]

*momentarily forgets to take notes, and then scribbles furiously*
*eyes widen*
Equipment?

[off_c]

I don't know what it is. They have a box of stuff.

He bends me over and has me put my hands on the wall in front of me.

He takes a crop and he pokes me with it here, hits me there, pushes somewhere else, I never know where it's going to land. And they're just observing what I do, like scientists.

He pushes it into my pussy, and it hurts, and I can't stand it, then he lays into me with the paddle on my arse, and that hurts so much I forget about the crop, then he sticks the crop far back into my mouth, then he whips my breasts with it.

And one of the women gets a vibrator and holds it against my clit, but never long enough and never the way I want, and I'm practically sobbing, I want to get fucked so badly, but I won't.

He pulls his cock out and shoves it down my throat, but he doesn't want me to move, and he grabs my jaw so it hurts when I do and I stay still, and he fucks my mouth while one of the women pinches and slaps my breasts so they hurt and the other one spanks me over and over, all over my ass and thighs and pussy, with a belt.

He doesn't come. He shoves me down and makes me lick his shoes, and lick the floor, and he kicks me. He grabs me by the hair and flings me over a bench or something. He shoves a dildo in my pussy and leaves me there.

And I just sit there while they converse, and every now and then one of them idly passes by and hurts me - slaps my face, my ass, my tits, scratches my thigh. Or gives me a couple thrusts with the dildo, or kisses me, or pulls my hair - I never know what it's going to be. And I never come, but I'm dying to.

And I can't do anything wrong, because they don't care what I do, but I do everything they want, and stay where they put me without them having to restrain me... because that's what I'm for.

*exhales, trembling*

[mme_depompadour]

*writes for a minute or two, then looks at you*
*takes your hand*
You fantasise about not coming?

[off_c]

I've tried imagining it where I do come, and it ruins everything. It can't be about me getting what I want. Not in this fantasy. It's about me not wanting something and having to do it anyway.

[mme_depompadour]

*writes something down and underlines it*
So... it just carries on like that? It doesn't end?

[off_c]

No. It's not goal-oriented. It's just about the feeling of having to do or undergo any twisted, depraved thing that other people want. Where I don't matter except as an object. The more and longer that feeling builds, the better.

Of course, when I wake up from a dream like that, I usually get permission for a good wank, or Ianto fucks me, and that puts a nice end on it.

[mme_depompadour]

*writes something down again*
*smiles*
That's as good an end as any.

Hey, that wasn't so bad, was it? I was afraid there'd be torture involved or something.