So last night, velvet was having difficulty saying the embarrassing things I wanted her to say out loud. This irked me.
I told her to get on the bed, on her knees, and start touching herself. I then placed a belt around her neck, looping it into a makeshift noose.
I laid down on the bed in front of her, the end of the belt in my hand. Then I placed my dirty foot square in the middle of her immaculately made up face. She tried to pull away, but doing so made the belt tighten. I smiled and stroked myself as I told her:
“You can have either pride, or oxygen. Take your pick.”
