The Perishable Heart
Chapter 3
I heard Annabeth turn on the bedroom television on the other side of the door.
It was pretty loud and I heard a familiar voice. It was that of the voiceover
announcer that you hear on every other movie trailer these days. My new Goddess
was going to peacefully watch a DVD before she fell asleep as I crouched on the
cold tile floor of her bathroom. As I leaned on my haunches staring at the
tampon that dangled from my fingertips, I listened closely and realized what
movie she was watching. I smiled to myself, then shuddered. It was cute and
calculating, irresistibly sweet but made me extremely nervous. The movie that
Annabeth was watching was Mean Girls.
My eyes moistened as I tried to figure out my course of action. How was I going
to swallow that thing? I stared at the tampon and knew the first thing I had to
do was soak it in the toilet water and clean it off. As it swam in the bowl, I
reached toward the counter and realized I could just barely pull the drawer open
and pull myself up enough to reach inside. Maybe a pair of scissors to cut the
tampon into pieces would work. I felt around a bit but the closest thing to
scissors I could feel with my fingers was a pair of tweezers. I pulled them out
and realized they were useless. Suddenly, the door sung open and Annabeth
appeared behind me. It was an unexpected jolt and I dropped the tweezers into
the toilet as she hovered above me. I twisted around and looked up at her. My
god, she was stunning. My eyes licked her from the pink burnished toenails of
her bare size five feet, up her slender alabaster legs, to her pink cotton
panties, up past her white wifebeater shirt, and finally to that angelic visage.
Her soft pink lips were bouncing up and down and I realized she was chewing gum.
My hungry eyes finally rested on her golden hair tied off into a ponytail by a
white scrunchie. She wrinkled her nose like she was smelling day-old fish and
barked at me.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? You think you can just flush it down
the toilet? It won't be that easy, little man." I knew she was angry when she
called me a little man instead of her honeybear. I was more than twice her age
and the term "little man" was quite humiliating. Towering above me, she leaned
over and peered down into the toilet. "What the hell is that?" she demanded to
know.
I turned to look up at her. "That's a tweezer, Annabeth." S-M-A-C-K! She
delivered a stinging slap hard across my face. "That's Goddess, to you, little
man. understand? From now on, you are to address me with proper respect. Goddess
Annabeth or Goddess will suffice. Now get that tweezer out of there and dry it
off wit some TP. And don't even try to flush anything down the toilet. The
pressure is shut off and the tank is empty since I already flushed it once after
I turned the valve. If you flush it again, the bowl will empty without refilling
and in the morning I'll know that you cheated. You know what happens to
cheaters, little man?"
I nodded my head from side to side.
"Good. because if you did, you'd know the real me. But your choice is easy.
Fulfill the task I've given you and make me happy. Fail once again, and you'll
never see me again for the rest of your life. But if you try to cheat, then I'll
have no choice but to reveal the real Goddess Annabeth. The choice is yours.
Now, why the fuck did I come in here anyway?" she asked rhetorically, rubbing
her chin and pursing her glossy lips. "Oh yeah, I have a present for you."
Annabeth bent over the waste basket and spit her gum out. I looked at the big
purple wad resting on top of a cardboard toilet paper core.
"Bon appetit, honeybear," she sang and shut the door behind her.
I breathed in hard through my nose and decided to leave the tampon for the end.
The first thing I did was pop the gum into my mouth and savor the taste of
Annabeth's saliva. It was grape bubblegum, maybe two or three pieces lumped
together, quite a big wad. But it tasted like ambrosia. It was warm from her
mouth and still very moist and sweet. I don't think she had been chewing it
long. I closed my eyes and must have kneeled there for 20 minutes, savoring it
and sucking all of Annabeth's essence out. My hand naturally found it's way to
my cock, but was stopped by its plastic prison. Once again, it tried to get
hard, but could only manage a semi. How I longed to stroke it whenever Annabeth
was anywhere nearby. I could still smell her as her light floral scent engulfed
me. I had no clock to guide me, but figured I'd better get a move on because I
had a long night ahead of me and a full trash can. I could still hear the movie
running in the bedroom and occasionally would hear Annabeth giggle.
It took about 5 separate bites and swallows, but finally the gum eased down my
throat. I followed up with the toilet paper core which I soaked in the toilet.
As it softened, I rummaged around in the basket. It was mostly the same stuff as
the last time, except for a soap bar sliver and an apple core. By the time Mean
Girls ended, I felt bloated, but still had about half the trash to go plus that
dreaded tampon. A few hours later, my knees were in agony and my back was stiff,
but I had still not yet solved the tampon conundrum. My belly was mildly
distended from consuming the entire contents of Annabeth's wastebasket, and I
was slightly queasy, yet had to soldier on.
Suddenly, I heard the bedroom window opening and I panicked. I realized that it
must be morning and Annabeth was awake. Without thinking, I swiftly dunked my
hand in the toilet and rung out the excess water from the tampon. Then I reached
around and roughly pulled the plug out of my ass. I had to bite my tongue from
screaming. The pain was immense since my anal canal had dried up considerably
since the plug had last entered. The bloody teeth mark-like indentations around
my anus hurt even more when the air hit them. Making haste, I lubed up a couple
of my fingers with saliva and loosened my asshole some more. I winced as I felt
like a red-hot poker had been there all night. I worked two, three, then four
fingers into my asshole as I heard Annabeth open the bedroom door and walk into
the hallway. As I twisted four fingers in up to the second knuckle, I put the
tampon in my mouth and sucked on it, getting it ready for its new hiding place.
Time seemed to stand still when I heard the bathroom doorknob turn. It felt like
I was moving in slow motion when I finally pushed the tampon deep into my ass,
with the butt plug right behind it. I groaned when the sharp teeth at the base
of the invader hit home. Sinking back on my heels, I turned to Annabeth who
looked radiant, a halo of sunlight framing her head from behind. In her delicate
little hands, she held a coffee mug and stood there in the doorway silently
blowing on it. She gave me a stern look as if to say, "staring isn't permitted."
I looked down at the floor as she walked over and peeked over my shoulder into
the toilet.
It felt like minutes passed, when in actuality it was only a matter of seconds.
I was shaking. She put her hand around my throat, then let it rest on my
shoulder.
"I'm so proud of you, honeybear. You did it. You actually did it. You're the
bestest slave in the whole wide world. And you're mine, all mine." I turned to
look up at her smile serenely.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she cooed and put the steaming mug down on the
counter. She wrapped her arms about herself and added "I'm the luckiest girl
ever. You did it, honeybear. You did it for me. God, I feel so special. You are
sooooo sweet and sooooo cute. Look at that tummy of yours. It's sooooo big!" She
rubbed her soft bare toes in circles along the surface of my bloated stomach
before finally poking her big toe at my belly button
I looked into her eyes, attempted a smile, then looked away. She sensed
something was wrong. Placing a hand back on my shoulder, her tone remained soft.
"Now honeybear, I should tell you that there IS a worse thing than cheating.
That's lying. I can be a forgiving person, I've already proved that. But I've
never forgiven a liar. Without trust, there's nothing. Is there something you
want to tell me?"
I hesitated and she stroked my cheek. Looking up into her large green eyes,
tears started to stream down my face. "I'm sorry Goddess. I panicked."
She squatted down so we were face to face. Her warm breath felt cool on my
tears. Her demeanor was still gentle. "Where is it?"
"I...... I...... I hid it. Inside my body."
I expected the worst. But a smile broke out on her face and she started to
giggle, covering her mouth with her tiny hand. Then her hand moved up to her
forehead and she shook her head.
"Poor baby. Well, I guess it was gonna wind up there anyway, wasn't it?" She
giggled again and I finally smiled. S-P-L-A-S-H! The hot coffee splattered
across my face. I screamed at the top of my lungs and Annabeth's eyes were
ablaze. I sank my head into the toilet to cool off. Moving my head all around
the cool, but filthy water. It was a kind of a muddy pink. When the stinging
abated, I pulled myself up.
Tapping the empty mug against the palm of her hand like it was a fist, she bit
the corner of her lip as if studying me as I tried to focus on her as toilet
water dribbled down my forehead.
"The tampon stays. So will you. But you'll pay. Dearly."
Shutting the light, she slammed the door shut as my life flashed before my eyes.
