October 16, 2013

Slow Scene Opening Credits

Posted in stories tagged , , at 7:10 am by littlesubmissions

The cardboard scraped against his cheeks as he slid his head inside the box. She looked down at him through the open top, and stuffed paper towels between his neck and the skin. The duct tape ripped off the roll with a hiss, and she leaned down to tape the cardboard to his skin.

He shifted his weight from one knee to the other, and tried to follow her as she moved around him. “Seven would have been a totally different movie if he had just done it this way.”

She laughed and flicked his ear. “Don’t move. What’s in the box? It’s your wife’s head, and there’s the rest of her! Still attached! And preggers!”

“Ten months later he shoots himself, just so he can get some damn sleep.” He held his head still, watching her from the corners of his eyes as she circled back into view.

She frowned, looking down at him, thinking.

“I’m funny, damn it.”

She grinned. “I know, I was thinking about something else.” She paused, then shrugged. “I suppose I’ll have to, or you’ll whine all night.”

She left and came back with goggles. They snapped over his eyes, the rubber strap holding them to his head. “I don’t want to get salt in your eyes. Yet.”

“Yet? What do you mean…” The question was cut off as chips started falling on his head, running down the sides of his face and filling up the box.

She stuck her tongue out at him, and made sure the broken chips and powder on the bottom hit him on top of the head.

On his knees, a cardboard box wrapped around his head, his eyes barely peaking over the edge of the box and hidden behind the goggles, he pursed his lips and tried to look dignified. “Yet.” He pushed chips away from his mouth with his lips, and inhaled the scent of salt and ranch flavoring.

“Stay on your knees, but scoot closer to the couch. And don’t spill my chips. Unlike some people, I don’t enjoy eating off the floor.”

He shuffled backwards awkwardly until his feet hit the couch, then keeping his head upright, slid his feet and lower legs under the couch until his back bumped against it. She sat down on the couch and sighed, wrapping her legs around him, pulling him close, and grabbed the remote.

“I like you like this. Useful, and close, and less likely to get bored and wander off during the movie.”

He blinked behind the goggles, and wrapped his arms around her legs. “I like being like this too.” The title screen rolled up, and he groaned as she hit play. “Oh shit, this is not a good movie, didn’t I warn you about this?”

“Um-hum.” She nodded, and turned the volume up. “But I want to see it anyway, and this is what you get when you see bad movies without me. You have to watch them twice. And don’t ruin the ending, or I’ll take the goggles off and you can watch it with salt in your eyes.”

“It might improve it, actually. Or not!” He amended his statement as her fingers drifted into his peripheral vision and towards the plastic lenses over his eyes. He pushed chips away to keep them from falling into his mouth, and sighed. “I don’t know how I could ruin the ending anyway. It’s a giant monster movie. What are the odds of Godzilla just trampling all of Japan, doing a fist pump, and then wandering back into the ocean?”

She popped a chip in her mouth, and grinned. “Submit to the Godzilla movie baby, or I will buy a dinosaur costume and kick the crap out of you while wearing it. Actually, that sounds kind of hot. I wonder how sweaty those costumes are?”

He started to shake his head, then stopped, not knowing how close the chips on the edge were to falling over the side. “As sexually open-minded as I like to think I am, I’m not sure about submitting to a woman in a big green lizard costume.”

She giggled. “Crotchless green lizard costume?”

He tried to think of an objection, and failed. “Touche. I’d pretty much submit to a woman in any costume as long as it was crotchless.”

She popped another chip in her mouth, and turned up the volume. “All right, movie starting, shush. I will gag you if I need to, and stay still. Be a good boy and I’ll feed you some chips, add some nipple clamps, or even put a pretty ribbon around your filthy cock and let you play with it.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The movie started, and they leaned against each other.

Preview: His skin was hot under her hands.

Copyright Jerry Jones. Unauthorized use is prohibited.

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