Your face was a picture when I walked into the bar with one of your colleagues. Expecting a quiet night out huh? In I walked, the hot girl you had a crush on at school, the one that took your infatuation and used it to manipulate you, humiliate you, bully you, torment you and mentally torture you... Back in town after all these years and dating your workplace manager. I saw the fear in your eyes. The look of absolute horror as I glanced toward you with a big grin, smirking with all the secrets I know about you, forcing you to rekindle those memories, those nightmares, from the deepest recesses of your memory. I saw you gulp, a bead a sweat trickle down your forehead, thinking is it really her? Is she really back here after all these years? And do you know what else I saw? I saw the twitch of a little boner in your trousers as you realised it REALLY was me. Even after all the years, I could see I still had a hold over you. That if I wanted to, I could tease and torment you all over again. Have you wrapped around my little pinky in no time. At my beck and call, doing what I said when I said, just like at school. If I wanted to... and yeah... I fucking want to.
Did you hear him laughing when I asked if you were going for a ‘pee-pee' when you stood up? I bet you were wondering if I'd told him that's what I called your small cock - your pee-pee haha! A pee-pee because that's the only thing it was good for. It was so small - but I bet it gets bigger whenever you remember all the humiliation I used to put you through. You just couldn't get enough, could you? You hated it but you loved it too. I bet you wanted me to keep dropping those little hints and belittle you. And I wasn't going to disappoint. I couldn't wait let your friends know that we went to school together. To drop those little hints that maybe I had a hold over you. To tell my new boyfriend - your manager - that people at school used to joke that you were my simpy little bitch - doing whatever I told you to do all the time. I saw you twitch when I said that. When I used that phrase ''my simpy little bitch''. Just like I used to at school. Just like I used to when I'd make you kneel at my feet and jerk off as I sat on the desk, my legs swinging, my heels dangling from my feet, as all my popular girl clique laughed out loud at how small your cock was.
Did you hear the laughter from all the office girls when, after you returned from the restrooms and I asked if you managed to find it - you said you knew where the restrooms were, and I clarified that I meant your little ‘pee-pee'. Haha! And then followed up by telling them all that it was your nickname at school. Pee-pee. You were mortified! And when you tried to make something up about its origins, one of the girls, the one I'd seen you talking to when I came in, she said they had a boy like that at her school. And she held up her little pinky and wiggled it, didn't she? How fucking humiliating for you. You were burning with embarrassment, bright red in the face, and then it happened. Boing! You couldn't help yourself could you, even after all these years. The pee-pee boner I remembered from school when I used to publicly humiliate you. It was right there poking straight out of your pants. I loved how humiliating it was for you. I'd been back in your life like five minutes and I had your entire work crowd pointing at your beta boner and laughing at you. Belittling you with their comments. Ridiculing your pathetic little tent. I loved it. And I can't wait to really start making your life a misery all over again. You thought I was a bitch at school? Just you wait. I've grown up since then, and am a whole lot better at putting beta wimps like you in your place publicly. You're going to be my little bitch all over again.
