She wiggled excitedly on the couch as she sat in front of the beautiful pale pink velvet box. It had come this morning with a note that read; Open at 7:00 p.m. All day she had watched it, willing it to whisper to her of what might be inside. He had seemed angry with her the night before and told her she would be sorry for her greediness, so the present was completely unexpected. She went about her day, doing everything that needed to be done, but always the pink box drew her, pulled at her. At 6:45 she sat trembling in panties that were soaked in the juices of anticipation. Pulling the box onto her lap she looked at the clock again. She could feel him watching the clock with her. Knew he would be smiling right now in his perverse joy at her barely there patience and his confidence in her restraint. Finally the last minute dragged by and she slowly lifted the lid and pushed aside the hot pink tissue paper.

A plethora of emotions ripped through her, anger, shock, fear and undeniable abject desire. Her heart pounded up into her neck and shoulders and her face surpassed the color of the pretty box by at least three shades. With shaking hands she reached in and pulled up the papier mache half mask with the pink forehead and cheeks, tiny black eyes and darker pink snout of a pig. Her eyes filled with tears and she let out an involuntary gasp at what lay under it. The coiled tail attached to a plug looked vulgar and mean. Her skin peppered with gooseflesh and again her face carried the heat of her body’s response. A black envelope lay glaring up at her from the now garish tissue. Picking it up with shaking hands she tore into and groaned at the curt note inside.

You have one hour, pig, prepare yourself accordingly.

Glancing at the clock almost made her cry, she had been sitting here almost 20 minutes. The next 30 went by as quickly as she prepared herself. Her skin was soft and smooth, glowing from the quick hot shower and warm cocoa butter. Her hair was pulled up on top of her head in two high pigtails, folded into loops and she smiled at the little “ears” and the capitulation into her own humiliation.