Paralysis

10th Level

Two-Month Milestone

It’s now been two months and a bit since I married Guillaume Grishwall. We’re absolutely head over heels in love and I can’t imagine my life without him. Over time, I’ve grown used to the restraints, the bites and the spankings; I’d even go so far as to say I enjoy them. I blush at the thought.

He got into his car and set off for the surgery. I find myself alone again in this huge house, which feels so cold when he’s not here. I pull myself together before I start feeling down and get on with my daily chores. No matter what I do, my thoughts are entirely his.

He said he wanted to start a family with me and that he’d be happy to have children as talented as me. He also wanted to find me a job as a model. “Your body is so perfect that no fashion magazine or stylist could turn you down; you’d be like a muse on the catwalk.” His words echo in my head and I blush at the thought of a crowd of people judging me on a catwalk. I immediately banish that idea from my mind; I’m far too shy.

It’s 1 pm and I decide to surprise my husband by bringing him lunch at work. I take a quick shower and get dressed. I opt for a tight-fitting little black dress with a bare back and a plunging neckline. I pack the lunch into a small lunchbox and head for the door. Just as I’m about to open it, the doorbell rings.

_ Well, I’m not expecting anyone, though...

I open the door to find a young blonde woman whose pretty face darkens when she sees me.

_ Who are you? she asks first

_ You, who are you and what do you want?

_ No, no, no! *She pushes me aside and forces her way into the house. You’re in my fiancé’s house, so you’re the one who...

_ What!!? No! Wait...

I stare at her. She’s tall, wearing a very sexy red jumpsuit. Blonde with green eyes... her eyes... her gaze. A shiver runs down my spine and I wonder if...

_ Could you be... Samira Goldsmith?

_ Yes, that’s me, she said, holding her head high

I nearly fainted; I’m in shock.

_ You still haven’t answered me, she continued. Who are you?

I pull myself together and look at her without flinching.

_ I am Mrs Grishwall, Khrystal Grishwall, wife of Mr Grishwall

Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. She turned and looked at the wedding photos hanging on the walls before turning back to me with eyes full of hatred and bitterness.

Guillaume’s point of view

Ever since I arrived this morning, I haven’t stopped thinking about Khrystal and it’s giving me a hard-on. I miss her, I’m obsessed with her. I want to call her, but if I do, hearing her voice will make me even harder and I won’t be able to handle it. Annnnnnnnhhhhhhh Guillaume... I can hear her moaning in my head.

_ Arch!!, I cried out, tilting my head back as I massaged my erection under the desk

Knock knock knock

I duck a little further under the desk and let the person in. It’s Nadia, who’s come to bring me a letter. She leaves it and goes out. It’s a letter; I open it.

“She’ll pay for you”

No name, no address. It’s not the first time. For over a month now, I’ve been receiving letters like this on a regular basis. Khrystal knows nothing about it; I don’t want to worry her when it’s surely just a tasteless joke. But when I read this letter, I’m overcome by a very bad feeling. I decide to ring home to check if everything’s alright. The landline’s dead. I start to worry. I try Khrystal’s mobile. After three rings, she picks up.

_ Hello, darling. Is everything alright?

My voice betrays my concern. On the other end of the line, I hear sobbing.

“What’s wrong, Khrystal? Why are you crying?”

“You’ve betrayed me! I’ll never forgive you!”

She hangs up. It wasn’t Khrystal’s voice, but I feel as though I’ve heard it before. Gripped by anxiety, I ask Nadia to cancel all my appointments for the day and I rush back home. I feel as though my wife and I are in grave danger.

Khrystal’s point of view

I slowly open my eyes in bed. My head aches. I look around; my hands and feet are chained to the four corners of the bed and I’m naked. I pull at the chains to try and free myself, but they scratch my skin. Samira comes into the room, all cheerful. She’s changed; she’s now wearing a tight-fitting midnight blue jumpsuit. She has a black eye. That’s it, I remember.

After I told her who I am, we had a violent fight. She slapped me and I punched her. She tripped me up and knocked me out.

_ What do you want from me?

_ At first I wanted to kill you, she says, sitting down next to me. But since you hit me, I’ve wanted to f**k you

Is she mad or what!? Or has she got the wrong person. No, I think she’s nuts.

_ How did you know who I was? ‘Did Guillaume tell you about me?’ she asks, all excited.

‘A bit… He just told me he had his first s****l experiences with you, but that after five years you’d changed so much he started to look down on you.’

‘That’s all!’

I nod.

‘Samira, untie me.’

_ No, I’m going to tell you the real story, because he’s given you a bad impression of me.

She’s having a laugh. I’m losing my patience. What does she want from me? I don’t care what she’s done right or wrong. I want her to leave me alone. I hate these chains; they’re making me anxious.