The Mannequin
Having her disassembled being laid out before him, Victor began putting her together with tools from the toolbox. Twenty minutes later, he not only had her together and standing, he also had her posture adjusted to his desires. Looking at her naked frame, he smiled and went over to the fetish attire, bending down and reaching first for the boots. After carrying the footwear over to the mannequin, Victor knelt before the exquisite duplication of womanhood, and slowly raised her right foot, bending it at the knee, for the figure had built in hinges at the joints. With her sole two feet off the floor, Victor cautiously slid on the right boot. With no problem, the stiletto attraction went on and up until its top reached her thigh. The boot in place, Victor did the same with the other.
While still on his knees, our man moved back at least six feet. Eyeing her form afar, he was taken in by her image, truly, the footwear added an extra dimension, bringing out the gothic mystique he so admired in certain woman!
Getting up now, the fetish individual went back to the rest of the Internet order and took the corset. Going back to the mannequin, he put the thing over her frame. After tying the leather attire at the back, he had the corset all snug and tight. Again, he moved back some and admired the slender, but firm and stern figure before him. The black leather gave her more stamina, radiating control in a darker, fiendish, yet seductive way! Pleased with his work thus far, Victor went and got the gloves. Obviously, he put these on the mannequin mistress. With that, Victor slowly pushed the base of the stand to one corner of the livingroom, opposite the front entrance. Finally, the fetish loner took up the whip and placed it into her hand, letting the rest of it hang loose down to the floor.
Smiling, Victor again admired her from the otherside of the room. Turning his attention next to the mess, Victor gathered up all the garbage paper from the order and pushed it all into one of the boxes. Finishing up with his cleaning, Victor took all three boxes out to the trash, returning empty handed to the livingroom. Staring away at her ladyship, Victor had the urge for some music. Sifting through his CD collection lying about the entertainment center, he finally decided upon Mozart’s Requiem. The piece would be perfect, for her image radiated death in a luring and lucid way. Consequently, the music began and Victor turned down the lights, producing a more tranquil and lonely atmosphere.
Absorbing the measures, Victor lost contact with reality. Slowly, he sank to his knees and crawled to the mannequin. With his face at level with her feet, he began kissing the leather just above the stiletto heel. Excited, Victor began to erect as he continued on with the job. Kissing away, fifteen minutes past when he looked up and stared at her towering form. Just kneeling there, Victor continued to look up to her as if she were some queen from days of old. Eyeing her physique, Victor’s mind began to fantasize. He saw himself walking through a wooded area sometime on a gray Autumn day. Eventually, his wanderings brought him before a dark and forboding looking castle. Afterward, he approached the front entrance and walked right in. There, seated upon her thrown was the mistress, legs crossed, wearing her dominatrix outfit, covered with a black cape. Standing helplessly in the main hall, Victor imagined himself being slowly hypnotized and seduced by her diabolical eyes, absorbing the very life out of him.
As Mozart’s masterpiece continued, Victor raised himself slightly and began kissing the gloved hands. With fetish precision, he adored every spot, leaving nothing untouched. Finally, as he worshipped away, the CD came to an end. Surrounded with complete silence, Victor glanced at his watch, it was ten fifteen. As a result, the man made every effort to pull himself away and shower off, for tomorrow he had to work. All done and cleaned up, Victor went to bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.
While sleeping, Victor was instantly awakened by the sound of thunder. Pounding away from the sky, he heard another. Looking at his bedroom ceiling, he was momentarily stunned by its illumination via a lightening stroke. However, tired as he was, he drifted back to sleep when another thunder clap raised him back to semiconsciousness. Drifting back and forth between sleep and cognition, the man tossed and turned in bed. Nevertheless, as he was roused again by the noise of thunder and the blinding sting of lightening, he was sure the silhouette of a human form presented itself before the window. Sitting up quickly, Victor inspected the area before the transparent curtain, while it slowly waved in the wind. Seeing nothing, he merely shrugged it off as part of a dream, for he wasn’t even sure when he was awake or asleep. As a result, Victor laid himself back and drifted off, this time sleeping peacefully as the storm left the area.
Awakened by the alarm, Victor got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. There, he got himself ready. Finally, with all done, he returned to the bedroom, got dressed, and went out to the kitchen. Still yawning, he made a cup of coffee and noticed the time, six twenty. This gave him another thirty minutes before it’s time time to leave. After taking his first sip of coffee, Victor began to fix himself a bowl of cereal. Completed, he sat down to eat.
The cereal consumed, the man got up and took the yet unfinished coffee with him. Having a few more minutes of free time, he ventured out to the livingroom. Upon arrival, he stopped dead in his tracks and only stared forth, for he was stunned by what he saw! Standing there, Victor began to wonder about his sanity. He said to himself, “ No, it can’t be; I could’ve sworn I stood her on that side.” Perplexed, he slowly moved over to the mannequin situated at a new location in another corner of the livingroom. Looking at her, then looking over to what he knew to be her previous location, Victor simply ask the figure in a sarcastic voice, “ Now, how did you do that?” Still confused, Victor finished his coffee and returned to the kitchen. There, he took note of time. After lying down the cup, he got his briefcase and returned to the livingroom. Again, he glanced at the dominatrix, opened the door, and stepped outside, locking it thereafter.
At work, our man couldn’t shake off the strange feeling which was starting to overtake him. Not being able to explain it, he simply continued with his job until quitting time. The workday over, he grabbed his briefcase and left. Getting into his topaz, he started the engine and drove back to his apartment. Upon arrival, he parked his car and went up to his suite. Standing before the entrance with keys in hand, Victor momentarily froze. Listening carefully, he slowly placed his ear upon the door. Sure enough, Mozart’s Requiem flowed forth. Again confused, Victor unlocked the door and pushed it open. Playing away, the stereo resounded with that exquisite masterpiece of so long ago. Turning his eyes quickly to the mannequin, she still stood in the same place as in the morning, save for the fact that now her left hand seemed to be raised higher than previously.
After closing the door, Victor walked over to the stereo, inspected it, and turned it off. Feeling the haunting silence surrounding him, Victor cautiously went over to her gothic ladyship, examine her stature with the eye of a hawk. She didn’t move, she didn’t breath, she didn’t speak, so how in the world could she be responsible for anything. Wondering to himself, Victor decided that either someone is playing tricks on him, or by accident, the custodian entered his apartment and somehow caused the strange affair.
Going over to his phone, Victor dialed the custodian’s number. After two rings, he heard, “ Hello.”
Victor then replied, “ Oh hi Dan; did you or someone you know come into my apartment either last night or sometime today?”
“ No, why, is something wrong?”
Hesitating for a second, Victor eventually said, “ Ah, well, no, I think I may have moved something myself and forgot about it; thanks anyway, sorry for bothering you.”
Being the understanding type, Dan replied, “ Ok, but if you need anything, just call again.” Victor said thanks and hung up. Not wanting to embarrass himself about the mannequin, he simply decided to let it all go in the hopes that nothing will happen.
The evening came to an end and Victor showered off, put on his night clothes, and was about to go to bed when he had a sudden urge to see the “ fake lady”. Going out to the livingroom, Victor stood before her and slowly went to his knees. Again, as on the previous day, he kissed away at her boots. This time, he got more pleasure than before, for the new mystery surrounding her gave the fetish adoration an extra dimension.
Finishing up with his peculiar actions, the man got sleepy and ventured back to the bedroom, lying down and drifting off to dream world. However, as the night progressed, Victor was sleeping lighter and lighter. Finally, he awoke at two thirty in the morning and sat up. Before his view, the curtains fluttered and waved in the light warm breeze as a small amount of light entered from the moon outside and above. Musing, he was still rubbing his eyes when he thought he heard something. Holding still, Victor could make out the familiar notes of the death mass. Sure enough, Mozart’s same piece played on, coming from the livingroom. Getting out of bed, Victor timidly ventured to the room’s door. There, he peered down the short hall out toward the livingroom. Nothing, only the sound of the Requiem, all lights were out. Slowly, he moved down the passage and to the livingroom’s door post. Reaching over, Victor finally found the light switch built into the wall. Flicking it upward, a lamp upon a stand next to the solfa went on.
Immediately, Victor began to perspire. His heart raced forth as his knees buckled and he went down. Kneeling there, Victor looked strait into her eyes. Seated upon the couch, the lady, whip in hand, gave him an evil grin. He couldn’t believe it, before him sat a true living dominatrix, legs crossed, smiling, and radiating a force all to her own!
Before he could say a word, she got up and walked over to the curtain draped before the glass doors to the balcony’s entrance. With one pull, she spread the two pieces upon the rollers. Next, the lady opened the sliding doors and let the night air in. Pointing to the light switch, she said in an assertive, yet seductive voice, “ Turn off that light.” Fumbling with himself, Victor finally got up and flicked off the switch.
Falling back to his knees, Victor managed to ask, “ Who are you?”
Not saying anything at first, the feline slowly walked out atop the terrace, turned around, and leaned her back against the rail, all bathed in moonlight, producing an image strait from a romance novel. Standing there, she finally spoke into the apartment, “ I’m what you want; I’m your alter self, your every desire.” Speaking further, she said, “ And you know what you want, you know what you are; you can’t hide from me.” Curious and still frightened, Victor crawled to her upon his knees. Eventually, he made it outside and knelt before her magnificent stiletto footwear.
After raising his eyes up toward her glory, he humbly inquired, “ What is it that I want?”
Her dark eyes poked forth as she said, “ Everyday you yern for it; every moment you beg for it; it’s the reason why you decided to bring me home with you from that store.”
Hearing her words, Victor began to understand her meaning; he inquired, “ You mean I yern for death; the end of life, that eternal peace of the abyss?”
“ Ofcourse,” she rudely replied, “ Your pathetic being isn’t worth shit, and you know it; what have you done with your life thus far that’s worth anything, nothing, and you’ll never be anything, you’re a loser, that’s all that’s to it!”
Overcome by a horrific terror, Victor sensed, felt, and lived the truth of her words. Broken, he sank his face into her leather boots, exclaiming, “ Oh mistress, oh lady of death, please help me!”
Across his back, a sharp sting penetrated his soul. “ You’re beyond help,” she screamed after striking him with the whip, “ You’re nothing but trash!” Again, another strike of the whip. Afterward, she ordered, “ Take off your clothes, now!” Obediently, Victor removed his pajamas and knelt naked in the moonlight. Grabbing hold of his jaw with her leather clad hand, the lady brought her face closer to his and said, “ Just look at you, look at you, I’ll finish you off and that’ll be the end of that!”
His fear was also mixing itself with his fetish disposition. As she held his mouth, he began to erect. Seeing his cock swell up, she spit in his face and let go, standing herself up strait again. Laughing, she remarked, “ Ha, I see you’ll enjoy your ride to hell!” Again, Victor fell forward and kissed away at the boots. She let him worship her for a full ten minutes until he heard, “ Stop, shit head; go crawl inside and lay on your back.” Immediately, Victor obeyed the mistress, doing exactly as told. After stretching himself atop the carpet, the ghostly and haunting feline entered and walked up to his naked frame. There, she began placing her left boot atop his chest, depressing ever harder. Eventually, blood came forth as the spike dug in deeper and deeper. Screaming, Victor finally breathed a sigh of relief when she raised her boot up and removed the heel.
Lying there in pain, Victor experienced no comfort when her whip came down and ripped across his chest. Again and again, she whipped away until Victor could stand no more. Yelling out, he said, “ Please, please stop!” Not complying, the lady continued, causing Victor to get up and run away. As a frightened child, he ran back to his bedroom and slammed the door shut, hoping it’s all a dream. However, as the man rotated, he saw her silhouette against the window. Terrified, he turned, opened the door, and ran again. As Victor darted from the chamber, he felt the sting of her majestic whip come across his back.
When he returned to the livingroom, there she was, leaning against the balcony’s door post and smiling wickedly at him, saying, “ There’s no escape,; you wanted me, now I’m hear; I’m never going to let you go until you’re finished, and I mean finished!”
Rising over the town, the morning sun shone forth as officer Rick looked up at the apartment complex from where he was standing. Turning, he said to his partner, “ All right, better go inside and find out which apartment he fell from.” Nodding, the man pushed his way through the small crowd gathered about the naked corpse lying smashed upon the concrete.
Rick’s partner located Dan and ask, “ Can you identify the man outside?”
Dan inquired, “ What man?”
The officer answered, “ Sorry to tell you, but it looks as if someone jumped from one of the upper balconies sometime last night, we just found him this morning.”
Surprised, Dan ventured out and looked at the body. Immediately, he said, “ Yea, that’s Victor, he lives up in 510.” No sooner he spoke, an ambulance arrived and picked up the body. Afterward, both policeman followed Dan to Suite 510. Using his custodian key, Dan entered with the two officers. Inside, all three looked around.
Speaking to his partner, Rick said, “ Hey look, look at that mannequin; didn’t the man’s body have whip marks all over it?” Walking toward the “woman”, officer Rick looked closer at the figure A cold chill went up his spine as he stared into her eyes. Turning away, he couldn’t help but feel the presence of something different, a strange sensation creeping ever deeper into his inner being!
