the possibilities

The Possibilities (a story)

Taylor & Simon https://youtu.be/4WM_R-6AKHE

It was the tease, the siren song, the lure…

Mock (yeah)
Ing (yeah)
Bird (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Mockin’bird, now

Never sure which was the one who had the song running thru their head. The purchaser or the supplier. But most def not a romantic thing when you’re talking about soiled panties. Sent by mail. It was as far away from grabbing your lover and yanking their underwear off by your teeth. Sniffing their body as you got close. Enjoying the scent of gym sweat as you got closer. But they wanted that experience. Liking feral odours, so you could play beast for a little bit. But she could be on the other side of the world, while he sat at a computer table. Or vice versa. One sniff away from being intimate.

Everybody have you heard
He’s gonna buy me a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird won’t sing
He’s gonna buy me a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring won’t shine
He’s gonna surely break this heart of mine
And that’s why I keep on tellin’ everybody
Say yeah, yeah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, oh

There was a long list of items on Amazon. Things in varying price ranges. And a reward for those who bought the higher end items. And specialty items, like shoes and stockings, for those who had foot fetishes. And lingerie for those who wanted that. Their reward was most often getting to see their purchase on a picture, posted on the page of their fantasy. The one they thought of as a paramour.

Hear me now and understand
He’s gonna find me some peace of mind
And if that piece of mind won’t stay
I’m gonna find myself a better way
And if that better way ain’t so
I’ll ride with the tide and go with the flow
And that’s why I keep on shoutin’ in your ear
Say yeah, yeah whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, oh

They actually had a date, with the paramour experience. They were shouted at and humiliated, while they were threatened with a whip. They could kiss the feet of their darling and be kicked away. They could get close enough to a crotch to smell their day, and know what was under the perfume. But nothing else, cuzz any sex changed things legally. They became a pet, a body slave or a house servant…

Now, everybody have you heard
She’s gonna buy me a mockingbird
Yeah if that mockingbird don’t sing
She’s gonna buy me a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring won’t shine
Yes, it’ll surely break this heart of mine
And there’s a reason why I keep on tellin’ everybody
Say yeah, yeah no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

And for a few, a story was written for them. Or pictures were taken. Some momento. While their obsession grew, till they would have done anything. Handed over a credit card, given them things so they could be blackmailed, a slave bought and sold, and left all decisions to their paramour. All safety gone. No safe words, no control or decisions left. They could be maimed or murdered. And it was that risk that made it the hottest emotion they ever felt. It was a love-hate bond. They tortured themselves over. It was the horror-filled promise of what could be, and they read about in the newspapers. That was what kept them masturbating over the person far away they would probably never meet. And what kept them paying for the privilege of a picture or kind comment on the kink page. They wanted more of this treasure.

Listen now and understand
She’s gonna find me some peace of mind
Yeah if that piece of mind won’t stay
I’m gonna get myself a better way
I might rise above, I might go below
Ride with the tide and go with the flow
And that’s the reason why I keep on shoutin’ in your ear
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, now, now. baby

It was the tease, the siren song, the lure… the darkest of risks.

Mock (yeah)
Ing (yeah)
Bird (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Mockin’bird, now

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