Shapes

What happens when you give shapes enough thought?

solids

“Um…”

“Not funny Sophie, we went over this earlier this week. You’re a good student; you should have this down already.”

“I know professor. You’re such a good teacher; I really don’t mean to disappoint you. I thought geometric shapes would be easy, but their still giving me trouble.”

“Well, maybe we should relate them to something, to give them significance, so they won’t keep evading you.”

“Wow, that’s a good idea, professor. I’d love to hear some examples.”

“Ok. First, let’s start with the cone. When you look at it, you might see an ice cream cone.”

“Is that what you see, Prof?”

“Me? Well, when I look at it, I see it like an influence shining down on me, like from an overhead light.”

“Hmm, I never thought of it like that. That’s way more interesting than an ice cream cone. What else do you see in the shapes?”

“Ok, if you look at the pyramid, you can think of those huge pyramids over in Egypt.”

“Or..?”

“Or…you can look that the place where my tongue worships.”

“That’s better too; thinking outside of the box seems more memorable to me than the simple stuff. Can you do that for the rest?”

“Sure. Let’s look at the torus. Thinking outside of the box, as you put it, I imagine the shape like suggestions straining against my cock.”

“Nice. That sounds…very memorable.”

“Cube and parallelepiped you can look at like a before and after. Cube is when my mind is normal but a part of you is always there. But parallelepiped is when you take control and my mind is bent toward you.”

“I never would’ve thought of connecting those two like that; I love the way your mind works. What about that bowl and marble?”

“Well, you could look at those like a ‘bowl’ and ‘marble,’ but I look at the hemisphere as a half; me, rounded but incomplete, open and exposed. The sphere is me and you, and your control; I am not whole without you.”

“Mm-hmm. What about that cup?”

“Oh, the cylinder, with that, just like the sci-fi movies, you can see that as a healing chamber of sorts. After all the physical exertions of pleasing and worshiping you, that’s where my mind and body goes to recharge.”

“Yeah, a place like that is very useful I imagine.”

“The last two, even though they’re the most intricately-shaped, they’re actually on your person.”

“They are? Do tell.”

“The regular octahedron is almost exactly like the pendant in the middle of your…”

“Are you ok, Prof? Don’t tell me the confusion of the shapes is getting to you too.”

“Uh..no, sorry. Something got in my eye. The bright overhead light is always flashing something at me.”

“Huh, I think I found the last shape. It’s my spiral ring, isn’t it? The helix?”

“Very good Sophie. It is the helix, and it has great significance.”

“What is that significance professor?”

“That I’m wrapped around your finger, malleable, and happy to remain there.”

“Does that make you want to do something?”

“It makes me want to kiss your hand.”

“What’s stopping you professor?”

“Your command.”

“Well, I command you kiss my hand. You enjoy speaking candidly like this and thinking out of the box for me, without even realize you’re doing it, don’t you?”

“Always.”

“So whether you’re awake or asleep, when I want you to be, you’re completely mine.”

“Of course.”

“Name a shape that you can’t relate to symbolize being mine.”

“There is none.”

“And what’s swinging in-front of your eyes now?”

“The re..reg…”

“The regular octahedron?”

“Exactly right Mistress Sophie. I knew you’d get this; you are a wonderful student after all.”

“It helps to have a good professor like you; someone one who can make the most boring shapes fun.”

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