Burning Itch
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Kevin sat in his office on a Thursday morning, fiddling his thumbs, and enduring the worst punishment his Goddess had ever given him – an uncontrollable itch. Try as he may, he wasn’t allowed to scratch himself, for her powerful hypnotic triggers were deeply embedded in his mind. All he could do was beg for forgiveness, but she wasn’t inclined to acquiesce.
The clock on the wall ticked menacingly, each second stretching into eternity as Kevin’s mind continued to spiral down the treacherous path of frustration and despair. Sunlight streamed through the tall window behind him, casting warm golden rays that cut through the coolness of the air-conditioned room. Yet, instead of comfort, it felt like a mocking spotlight illuminating his plight. He could feel beaded perspiration forming along his brow, pooling at his temples and trickling down his rosy cheeks. It was as if the universe conspired to amplify his suffering, every tick and tock serving as a reminder of his utter helplessness.
Just then, a soft knock echoed through the stillness, jolting him from his reverie. The sound was followed by a creak as the door swung open, revealing Mark standing on the threshold. His silhouette framed by the light behind him made him look almost ethereal for a fleeting moment – an apparition sent to rescue Kevin from his torment. But he knew better. Only Goddess had the power to free him and she wasn’t answering any of his texts.
Kevin had been serving Goddess Amelia for two years, ten months, and twenty-six days – not that he was counting. He had started as a mere fetishist looking for a cheap thrill. The first time she entranced him online, he licked his shoes believing they were her thigh-high PVC boots. Addiction wasn’t immediate, but always inevitable. The more she put him under the less he wanted to be free. He was now an obedient plaything and a test subject for all her inventive cruelness. The burning itch was but one of her ever-growing repertoire of mesmerizing control.
“Why do you look so gloomy, Kev? What’s up?” Mark asked as he waltzed in.
“I fucked up, Mark. I fucked up big time and now I’m paying the price,” Kevin replied, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
Kevin and Mark had been co-workers for a decade and friends for longer than that, having attended the same college together. They kept no secrets from one another, including all kinky ones. Mark stayed clear from any hypnosis-related activity, though. What he loved most about BDSM was being smothered by leather-covered butts and that was never going to change.
“Tell me what happened,” Mark urged, closing the door behind him.
“Goddess Amelia gave me a task last week and I forgot about it. When she reminded me of that, she wasn’t pleased as you might imagine.”
“Oh boy, what’s your punishment?”
“An itch. An unbearable itch I’m unable to get rid of it. Scratching isn’t allowed. The programming is simply too strong…” Kevin winced as another wave of discomfort prickled his skin. The sensation crawled over him like a thousand tiny insects, making him squirm in his chair.”
“Jesus… How long has that been going on?”
“Since last night. Almost fourteen hours, Mark! Fourteen hours of his relentless agony!”
“Damn! You need to get rid of it, a.s.a.p.! Apologize again! Tell her you’ll do anything… Grovel if you must! You can’t go on like that!”
“I know…” he reached for his phone and showed him the flashing screen. “but she’s gone silent. I think she’s enjoying my misery a little too much.”
Mark sighed. “I don’t envy you, my friend. I hope you clear things out soon.”
“I hope so too. Why have you come if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Mr. Roberts told me to remind you about the McCaskill presentation. We’ll be meeting in the Conference Room in half an hour.”
“That’s today? Fuck!” Kevin wiped the sweat off his forehead.
“Can you handle it? If not, I can cover for you.”
“No… I… I know everything by heart. I’ll do it, but thanks.”
“Okay, pal. See you soon.” Mark turned around and returned to his office.
As the door clicked shut behind Mark, Kevin felt the weight of solitude on his shoulders again, heavier than before. The relentless tingling itch had become a tormenting symphony composed of rising crescendos and piercing notes that danced across his skin like phantom fingers. With each second, the sensation intensified, clawing at the edges of his sanity.
Phone still in hand, he typed another message for Goddess Amelia with trembling fingers:
Goddess, I understand my mistake. I’m begging you for release. I have an important meeting in half an hour; I promise to call afterward, and will never fail you again. Please!
He pressed send and stared at the screen, willing it to light up with her response. But the only sound was the haunting silence and the absence of her voice echoed louder than a scream in his mind.
Kevin stood up, pushing his chair back so hard it squeaked against the floor. The itch flared anew, a swirl of heat that welled up from beneath his skin, making him feel like a marionette tangled in its strings. There was no escaping it; every nerve ending was under her control, and he was but a puppet performing her whims. Gathering his papers, he headed to the Conference Room.
Against all odds, the presentation started smoothly. He kept his anxiety in check, occasionally biting his tongue to avoid thinking about the itch. Everything seemed to be playing out in his favor until…
the unmistakable buzz of his phone pierced through the conference room’s veneer of professionalism. A chorus of startled looks from his colleagues and boss turned to silent judgment as he fished it out of his pocket, heart racing.
The message glowed defiantly against the sterile white backdrop: “Scratch for me now.”
Kevin hesitated, feeling a wave of heat rush to his cheeks. He could almost hear her voice whispering sweetly in his ear, urging him on. The faces around him were intrigued but oblivious to the tempest raging within, except for Mark. Gritting his teeth, Kevin clenched his phone tightly, and the itch gnawed at him like a starving animal. Every fiber of his being screamed to give in – and he did.
His fingers betrayed him, darting toward his neck where the itch had settled most tormentingly. He scratched without control, the sensation flaring into a wild frenzy of relief and humiliation. The sound of his nails scraping against his skin echoed in the otherwise hushed room, keeping all eyes on him.
Gasps floated in the air as he continued to scratch. The world around him blurred; The world around him blurred; the only thing that mattered now was the itch.
“Kevin!” Mr. Roberts’s authoritative voice broke through the haze, “What on earth are you doing?”
His anger only fueled Kevin’s embarrassment. The more he tried to stop, the worse it became. His fingers moved in frantic circles, a relentless dance across his arms, chest, and legs. Scratch… scratch… scratch… obey… obey… obey…
He fell to his knees, still scratching, knowing he would have a lot of explaining to do afterward. As he surrendered to her undeniable power, one last glance at his phone revealed another message, one he would commit to memory for the rest of his subservient life.
“Never disobey me again,” Goddess Amelia said.
“Never!” he muttered and dug deeper into his scalp. The itch was temporary but her control was eternal.
THE END
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