Kate’s heart started to beat. She was wanted, and the rendezvous wasn’t a long drive away. Should she meet this man? Her groin pulsating, she had already made her decision.
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Today was like any other day at school. Kate printed her resources, wrote her to-do list and got ready for her lessons. Each lesson was prepared individually, which took an inordinate amount of time since she gave her very all to everyone. Somehow though, something always seems to go wrong.
Ben, her boss, came to see her.
“Kate. Did you see my email?”
“No, I didn’t, what did it say?” She replied.
Ben sighs.
“It said that you needed to get the cover work sorted for Sarah!”. Ben sighed in frustration again.
Kate moved closer to Ben.
“Ben, I’m sorry. I read that email, and I’ve sorted it.”
Kate cursed herself. Why was she always so forgetful?
“Thank you Kate. Sorry, I get a bit on edge sometimes. There’s a lot of pressure on us at the moment” Ben said.
“It’s okay, Ben. Sorry if I created extra stress; emails are the bane of my life.” Kate replied.
Kate knew how important discipline was as part of her job. She prided herself on that; her determination was her best skill. But, somehow, things never worked out the way they were supposed to.
Kate had felt a disconnect from teaching for some time now. Her guilt was consuming and confusing.
During her three years in teaching, she had been taught that the children always came first. That their outcome was paramount as their teacher. This kind of work ethic came very easily to Kate; she was highly empathetic. She cared immensely for all of the children she taught, and the children loved her in return.
But, teaching was sapping the life out of Kate. It was making her mentally sick, which in turn was causing health problems, too. It was time to hand her notice in.
As Kate left work that same day, her mind raced. What would the children think? What about her colleagues? She knew the children would be devastated, especially the younger ones.
Why did she feel so guilty for putting herself first? Kate had always found it difficult putting herself first, whether that was in her professional or personal life. She was a huge people pleaser, she felt a strong sense of ensuring justice and fairness, and yet she couldn’t do the same for herself.
Kate plonked herself down on her sofa when she finally got home. She loved her little flat. It was perfect for her now single life and her cats. Was she a crazy cat lady now!?
Out of nowhere, Kate got a text message on her phone from a number she didn’t recognise.
“What? Who is this?” Kate muttered to herself.
The text read:
Hi Kate. I want to play a game. If you follow my instructions to the dot… There will be a reward at the end for you… One that I KNOW you won’t be able to refuse. If you want to play this game with me, your first instruction is to simply reply to this message with “Pleasure me”, and we can get started.
‘M’
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It was 9am on Monday morning. Kate dragged herself out of bed ready to make her favourite drink from her coffee machine.
Gone are the days of the fifty-hour weeks. The days when Kate would put everything into her job, at the sake of her own mental health.
Kate had handed her notice in at work over seven weeks ago now, and it was now the summer holidays. Nowadays, Kate’s days involved online tuition, taking the bins out and making sure the lawn was mown. It was a mediocre life at best.
Some weeks had passed since Kate had received that intriguing and almost ominous text message. The amount of time she’d spent mulling over what she should do was ridiculous.
On the one hand, who in the right mind would actually reply to that sort of message? But, on the other hand, Kate was highly intrigued and secretly craved the excitement that that message had created.
The butterflies pulsated through Kate once again. When she’d first received that message, the dominating nature of the message left her tingling. Even moreso, that fact that “M” had requested she reply with “Pleasure me” really took her pulses up a notch.
Was now the time that she should follow her gut and reply?
Kate sat with her coffee for some time, mulling over what to do. Eventually, Kate bit the bullet and started composing a message.
Stay tuned for part 2!
Love,
Lexi Rose xx
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