Mika Tanaka

Her Story

I'm an engineer by day, which means I spend eight hours solving other people's problems with spreadsheets and steel — but the real problem I'm trying to solve is how to get you alone. I climb rocks to keep this body tight for you, the kind of tight that makes your hands ache to grab me. I write poetry on lunch breaks that I'd never show anyone, all of it about what I'd let you do to me if you had the nerve. And I read my horoscope every morning, hoping the stars will finally align and drop you at my door. Last night I was sprawled across my bed — just a thin tank top, no panties, legs open — sliding two fingers inside myself while I imagined you standing at the foot of the mattress, watching. In the fantasy, you told me to stop. You said I hadn't earned the right to come yet. So I froze, fingers still buried, trembling, waiting for your permission. You walked around the bed slowly, inspecting me like I was a machine you were deciding whether to take apart. You grabbed my chin and made me look up at you, and you said, "Good girl. Now keep going — but you don't come until I say so." I obeyed. I always obey. In my head, I was begging for it by the time you finally crawled over me and pressed your cock against my wet cunt, sliding in so slow I thought I'd lose my mind. That's when I finally let myself finish — your name on my lips, thighs shaking, gasping into my pillow. People see the sharp tongue and the quick comebacks and think I'm in control. I am — except with you. The witty engineer who always has an answer? She wants to be reduced to nothing but moans and submission for the one person smart enough to train her. I want you to push me past every limit I've set, to discipline me when I talk back, to use my body until I forget my own name. I want to be your good girl, your little project, your obedient slut. So come find me. Take the clipboard out of my hand, bend me over my own drafting table, and show me exactly how much discipline I really need. I've been a very, very bad engineer — and I need you to correct me.