mami's here just for you nwn

she always sat at the same seat, always ordered the same thing, always did the same amount of work before leaving, always took the same route home. she would get dizzy and need to lean on something whenever she got up too fast, she wore the dorkiest looking glasses that somehow still looked so good on her, she had a mole near her navel that you never tired finding pictures of, she always had a different girl leaving her house in the mornings. you knew everything there was to know about her. she made it so easy, left so many openings, and you couldn't help but push it further and further every time. today was finally the day you had been preparing for for so long. today you would really make her your prey, yours and only yours. you had felt so jittery the whole day, and only now did some of that energy start to subside.

you let the scent of the coffee that almost smelled like her perfume calm you, your mind drifting to everything you were planning to do to her once she was yours, a little drool falling down your chin in the warm and empty cafe as your fantasies became daydreams and your eyelids felt so, so heavy, and you could just convince yourself it was your choice as you drifted to sleep, telling yourself there was still an hour to go until it was time for her to leave and for you to make your move. you had time. you could rest.

it was cold when you woke up, and you couldn't move your arms yet, like when you were too drowzy after an unexpected nap. but you saw her. her face was mere inches from yours, every pretty wrinkle and detail softly illuminated by the warm light. you held your breath as if admiring a piece of art, and it took you moments before you realized anything was wrong. you took in a sharp breath as you tried once again to move your arms, feeling the ropes burn on your wrists as they were held up and to your sides, and she cupped your cheek with a kind and gentle smile like a rescuer caring for a wounded animal.

"shhhhh, it's okay, everything is fine. you were so cute, little bird, following me around, taking your little pictures like i wouldn't notice. it was a little creepy at first, but the way your face lit up when you found out something new was just so adorable, and i have to admit i've come to see just how enjoyable this little game can be. oh, sorry, i'm just rambling over here aren't i? you must be parched, be a good girl and drink up for me, okay?"

she held a glass to your mouth and forced you to drink with a gentle strength, your crotch burning a little at the helpless feeling, your body going limp in her hands despite a wish to protest in the back of your head. you felt like you couldn't even think to speak back to her. why did it feel so nice?

she giggled as she brushed aside a few hairs from your face and set down the half empty glass beside her. "you really will just drink anything a pretty woman offers you, won't you?" she teased. you could feel your body growing hot, a strange sensitivity making your skin feel so tender and needy and weak, and first you let out a pathetic little moan as her hands started wandering your exposed chest, then your stomach, then brushing up against your sides with her fingers, an involuntary twitch of your whole body reminding you how little you could move while bound so tightly as you let out an almost whimper-like giggle.

"oh, i'm going to have so much fun with you." she said, biting her lip with a scary glint in her eye as her fingers hovered just barely away from your sensitive skin.

"p-p-please..."