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Story for 'Sunday Afternoon'
🕑 Added 2021-06-28 05:39:07 +0000 UTCHello everyone! Here is the story to go along with this artwork.
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Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months, and Lucas was slowly starting to resign himself to his new existence as Yuyu's slave/plaything. He was slowly losing hope that she would ever leave, or that he would ever grow the balls to stand up to her. Whenever he would hint at the possibility of her maybe leaving at some point in the near future, she would either ignore him or lose her temper, accusing him of being an uncaring friend.
Another development was that Yuyu had taken to using Lucas' money to buy everything and anything she wanted, from giant stuffed animals to expensive makeup to excessive amounts of bubble tea. Week after week, Lucas watched as his wealth that he had been building up over decades was slowly depleted for the sake of giant teddy bears because he was too much of a coward to do anything about it. This, more than anything else, slowly began to drive Lucas over the edge. What would his future hold if he lost all of his wealth and had to become a slave to a 9-5 job, something he had always hoped he could avoid? Ultimately, it was this that drove Lucas to the end of his rope, and he knew he had to do something about the situation.
One Saturday, after several days of working up the courage, Lucas decided it was time to confront Yuyu and put an end to her reign of terror once and for all. But of course, when he was actually sitting across the table from her, staring into her huge, terrifying eyes, and it was officially time for him to open his mouth and take his stand, the course of events began to alter a bit from how he imagined them.
"You know, Yuyu...you've been living here for over three months," he uttered with a trembling voice. His words weren't quite as forceful as he had hoped.
"And?" Yuyu retorted with a hint of annoyance, already fully aware of where this conversation was going.
"And...well...you've been spending all of my money, which I've been saving up for decades. So I was wondering if maybe you could cut down a little on the spending," Lucas replied meekly.
"So what's the problem exactly? That I've been living here for a couple of months or that I've bought a few things?"
Lucas could see that Yuyu was already losing patience with him. He was tempted to give in and spare himself the oncoming onslaught. But he knew he had to put his foot down - and it was now or never.
"Well..." Lucas gulped, "it's both. I'm really sorry and you're a great friend and I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but...you need to leave soon. I just really need to have my own space and freedom."
Lucas could hardly believe the words that had just left his mouth. It was the bravest thing he had ever said. And after seeing the look on Yuyu's face, he knew he was done for. She stood up, walked over to him, and before Lucas had time to react, what felt like a ballistic missile suddenly collided with the right side of his face. He nearly fell out of his seat. He had never been slapped so hard in his life. By the time he was able to reorient himself and decipher what the hell had just happened, another ballistic missile slammed into his chest, this time in the form of a foot. His chair flipped over and crashed onto the hard wood floor. He tried to flee for his life, but he suddenly found his neck pinned below a set of five undeniably beautiful toes. He grasped for breath, but Yuyu only drove her foot farther into his neck. He stared up at the lovely, terrifying figure towering above him and could do nothing but pray for mercy.
Needless to say, Lucas' plan failed, and backfired horribly. Yuyu had no tolerance for Lucas' insubordination and decided it was time to break him, once and for all. After all, what good was a friend who didn't worship her as a goddess and willingly heed her every command? Like her stuffed animals and bubble tea, Lucas was not a person with his own agency and free will, but a thing that belonged to her. And he needed to be put in his place.
Lucas would come to greatly regret that fateful day. Yuyu had decided that his hands would now be permanently tied behind his back and his feet would be permanently tied together, making every daily task difficult. Some things would be impossible without Yuyu's help, and he would find himself constantly asking for "permission" for basic things like a cup of water. Yuyu often wouldn't feel like it and make him wait an unreasonable amount of time, or just downright tell him no. She enjoyed playing with him like this, and saw it as a necessary punishment for his unacceptable behavior. He needed to learn he belonged to her and his life was now subject to her every whim.
She enjoyed humiliating him in a variety of ways. She would usually have a rope leash tied around his neck and connecting to her ankle, forcing him to hobble around after her wherever she went. If she was sitting on the couch, Lucas was forced on the floor in front of her. If she was laying in bed, Lucas was forced to lie on the floor at the foot of the bed. She would often get up suddenly and walk somewhere else, forcing Lucas to jump to his feet and chase along behind her. If he slowed her down or inconvenienced her movements in any way, he would be severely punished, so he always had to be prepared for any sudden movements so that he could react as swiftly as possible. He slowly became better and better at this, and eventually it got to a point where it was almost second nature to both of them. Yuyu would sometimes even forget that Lucas was tied to her ankle, as he would constantly been over backward to make himself seem invisible to her. As a result, he would often find himself suffering through extremely uncomfortable positions for long periods of time just to make sure that Yuyu could be as comfortable as possible.
He also was forced to perform demeaning tasks such as helping her get dressed. He was always responsible for putting on her socks, which was decidedly difficult to do using only his mouth. But like everything else, he eventually adapted and became quite proficient at it. Fear of punishment was always a great motivator for him.
Although Lucas appeared to be completely subservient and accepting of his situation, on the inside he struggled to accept his miserable fate. He would think back to how perfect his life had been before Yuyu moved in, and marvel at how he managed to find himself in such a pathetic and laughable state. But he knew he had lost and Yuyu had won, and all he could do was try his best to accept it.
