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Click.

Click.
By TeraS

 

Click. Click. Click.

The sound of heels on the pavement follows you as you walk down the street. It doesn’t seem to get louder or fade into the traffic as you hurry on your way… It echoes within you as if calling to you, but you ignore it as best you can and continue on…

You sit in your office working at the piles of paper in front of you… And the sound is still there…

Click. Click. Click.

From time to time you look up as the sound seems to come closer, the anticipation of seeing who is connected to that sound itching at your mind… At one point you imagine that the clicking is just outside of your office and you rush to the door to see if you can see who it is…

As you look, for an instant, you catch the image of long blonde hair disappearing around a corner… You quickly go there to see who it was…

And no one is there…

But the clicking continues just on the edge of your perceptions…

Click. Click. Click.

You leave the office at the end of your day. All of your work finally complete. Nothing left to be done. As you wait for the elevator to arrive and whisk you away you hear it louder than ever…

Click. Click. Click.

She appears at the end of the hallway from you and approaches slowly, the sound getting louder and louder as she comes closer to you…

The vision of her holds you from moving… You needed… So so badly… You needed to know who it was…

She’s so many things as your eyes roam over her form…

Blonde. Click.

Shapely. Click.

Sensuous. Click.

But then the other things catch and hold you more.

The so tight pink dress against her curves. Click.

The flash of her pink nails as she moves. Click.

The pink heels on the floor beneath her. Click.

You can’t move as the last of her comes into focus.

The red horns in her blonde hair. Click.
The long red tail in the air behind her. Click.

And her green eyes that captures you. Click.

She stands there fingering the collar that appears in her right hand for a moment before she opens the lock with a flick of her wrist…

And a loud click.

Then she almost casually loops the collar around your neck before it closes around you…

With a second and louder still click.

And finally the questions about the clicking in your mind end and all is washed away in bliss as she attaches a leash to your collar…

With a third and loudest click.

The elevator opens noiselessly and you follow her within and to your new life at her heels…

Reveling in the sound of her heels and the sound they make as she leads you within the elevator…

Click. Click. Click.

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