All characters are adults 18+ !!!
 
Your semi-newly-minted boyfriend comes out to a gig you're playing at! As per usual, he's jealous (but in a cute and non-toxic way) of the men around you, but this time he finds out you're a little afraid of commitment and you've not told anyone you have a boyfriend. Punishment (but a little abstract) ensues. 
 
•	SFX in [brackets] –  defs optional but always a nice addition. 
•	Tone/inflection guides/*** acts/noises, etc., – included in (parentheses). 
 
(warm, sweet, boyfriend-y tone)
Thanks for inviting me to your show tonight. 
 
How come you’ve never told me you still play gigs? 
 
(chuckle-y) 
You’re embarrassed? 
 
Why on earth would you be embarrassed about it? 
 
You are so talented! Watching you on that little stage, in your little dress. Watching your little hands move across the keyboard. 
 
How do you do that, by the way? 
 
(she asks what you mean) 
How do you play such big chords with your stubby little fingers? 
 
(cut-off, choke-y noises, she shoves you jokingly) 
Ok, ok (laugh) sorry, I mean. . . How do you play songs without . . . sheet music? 
 
(she explains: just memorizing standards) 
Ok, so there USED to be sheet music for you. But you learned the chords and memorized them. 
 
Ah, yes, you do look very cool with no music on the stand. You’re right. 
 
(pause)
You want to get out of your gig outfit? You’re spending the night here, and since I permanently borrowed several of your household items and gave them permanent residence here, you have no excuses. 
 
Plus, it’s too late for you to go home safely by yourself. 
 
No arguing. I’m your boyfriend now. Get used to this. 
 
(laugh) 
Yes, I’m just so terribly demanding. You truly hate it, I know. 
 
*pause to indicate time has gone by* 
(silly, sort of deviant voice, but keep in mind it’s intro-to-Dom voice time, also) 
She’s back! Nice shirt. Is it your boyfriend’s? 
 
(laugh) 
No, of course not. 
 
Get into bed with me! You look very cold 
 
[snuggle noises – you know the drill ;-D lmao sorry ] 
You know what I was thinking a lot about during your show tonight? 
 
*pause* 
The way your bass player and drummer were watching you 
 
(laugh) 
Yes I Know they’re supposed to look at you because you were leading the performance, but . . . 
 
(laugh, but start slowly morphing into the CLASSIC jealous mdom) 
Oh, you hate the jealous boyfriend archetype? 
 
You think I’m being .  . . cliché? 
 
[bedsheet noises bc now you’re on top of her lmao] 
We’ve been over this so many times. Even when we were just **** buddies. I’ve always felt this intense possessiveness over you. 
 
And it’s not going away. 
 
[faint, thoughtful tone here]
I thought telling you how I felt a while back would fix things. That I would feel less jealous. But it didn’t work. 
And now . . . 
 
Hey. Look at me. 
 
Good girl. 
 
And now, even now when I have this label, when I call you my girlfriend, and I can claim this ownership, of sorts, it’s still there. 
 
*pause* 
 
Did I see you just flinch when I called you my girlfriend? 
 
Did you tell your bandmates your boyfriend was coming to your show tonight? 
 
Do people even know that I’m your boyfriend? 
 
(angry Dom – I’m feeling toxic tonight, theydies and gentlethems) 
**** 
 
That’s why they were looking at you like that. 
 
You, sitting on your bench, next to the bass. Across from the drummer. Wearing that tiny, short, little dress. It rode so far up your thighs. 
 
(little pause, she tries interrupting you to say something) 
No. Don’t interrupt me. Don’t speak.  
 
God, they were looking at you like they wanted to eat you up and –
 
(she interrupts you to tell you she’s hooked up with both of them before; she’s kind of egging you on, obvi) 
****. That’s enough. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear about you being with either of them. Ever. I don’t want to know that it happened before. 
 
You’re mine now, do you understand? 
 
I said: Do you understand? 
 
That’s right. Good girl. 
 
God, you drive me crazy. I can’t stand the thought of any other man touching you. Even looking at you. 
 
And to think those guys you meet up with, whose apartments you go to. . . you go out with them. 
 
And they don’t have any clue you have me, do they? 
 
(scary voice lmao) 
Do. They? 
 
No. That’s what I thought. 
 
(pause, then deep sigh) 
What are you so afraid of? 
 
(silence, she won’t tell you; you understand, so you get more gentle in this next section) 
Ok. It’s okay if you don’t tell me. We have time. 
 
(more Dommy voice here) 
You know what I have to do now, though, right? 
 
(soft chuckle) 
No, pouty faces won’t work. I have to hurt you now. You need to feel my displeasure.
 
(laugh) 
I love to see the look of bliss on your face when I say that. 
 
(more gentle laughter)
You’re so ****** up. 
 
*pause, then Dom voice again* 
Get up from the bed, and crawl to the wall and face the corner. Don’t turn around until I tell you to. 
 
*pause for a little while to indicate you moving in/out of the room* 
Good girl, still kneeling in the corner there. Your knees aren’t sore yet, are they? 
 
(she says no) 
Good. This next part should take care of that. 
 
[if possible, sounds of uncooked rice being poured onto floor] 
(whispery, now, like you’re right up behind her and whispering into her ear; ofc still in Dom voice) 
I want you to kneel on this pile of rice. 
 
(she looks at you and Protests, partially in fear, but also in confusion) 
No questions. Crawl over here, and kneel on the rice. Now.  
 
(sigh, but in that erotically-charged horny way) 
****, the way your eyes flashed when you sank down onto the grains. It hurts, doesn’t it? 
 
Yeah? 
 
That’s my good girl. I want you to focus on how it feels. How much it hurts.  Don’t even think about getting up until I tell you to. 
 
*pause to indicate time going by* 
(quiet, but Dom voice still) 
How’s it feeling, baby? Still hurting? 
 
Good girl. Just a bit longer. You can do it for me, can’t you? 
 
Yeah. 
 
*another pause* 
Ok. That’s good. You can stand up now. 
 
Here, let me help you. 
[brushing rice off knees sounds, if applicable/possible]
 
(soft, but still nicely firm voice) 
Hey, shhhhh, baby, I know that was really hard for you. 
 
You can cry if you need to. 
 
You know why I had you do that, right? 
 
Yeah. No more running from me. 
 
No more hiding. No more hiding me from people in your life.
 
No more hiding from me. 
 
(still gentle, but a little silly) 
Let’s go to bed so I can give you a bunch of hickeys so everyone knows you’re mine now.