Scissored 2

She knew exactly what and how she wanted things done and she wasn’t the sort to leave me guessing for hours. She used me like an obedient minion, exploited and took advantage of me to satisfy only her own needs. My own desires didn’t seem to be of much importance to her but I had to admit that I loved every living second of her being in charge. It was strangely intense and intoxicating, much like I imagined an alcoholic’s delirium tremens - I needed her more than she needed me.