Bitchboy beneath My Heels

Description: Tonight i was headed out to meet my girls in town. bitchboy? he stayed home—locked in his cage, cleaning the house like the little servant he is. as a “farewell” i gave him a taste of what he’ll never have. all dressed up, heels clicking, makeup perfect—ready to go out and have fun with people who actually matter. he knelt in front of my heeled feet, trembling, eyes wide. i let him kiss them. that’s all. just a kiss. and before i left, i whispered a few teasing words—about where i was going, who i might be flirting with, the fun i’d be having while he scrubbed floors. now he has something to think about all night: my beauty. my heels. my freedom. while he’s home, caged, doing housework for me.