The Watcher

The Watcher

A Story by Kat Collins

A dream where I am the Watcher and the woman. Caught up in the dark excitement, sweet seduction, and submissive control.


Everywhere I go there is a man watching me, photographing me, hiding from me. I never really see him, but I always sense he is there. Flashes of a tilted head with a black, large rimmed hat.  Always watching with a sinister leering smile. I get angry about it - yet, I'm oddly thrilled by it, too. The idea of being on display, on exhibition, secretly viewed from afar is a dark pleasure. He doesn’t know that I know he watches me every night. I can’t resist the urge to stand in the window, my silhouette lit from behind. I could close the curtains, but that wouldn’t be much fun.

I'm living with my parents in a house I don't recognize. Mom is giggling with a glass of wine, Dad is solemnly watching TV. It is late, the bewitching hour...pitch black outside except for the glow of the moon. I go to my bedroom upstairs. Along one wall of my bedroom, it's nothing but windows with floor to ceiling glass looking out at a dense forest. Dark, gloomy fir trees. That's where he watches from. I’ve seen his cigarette glow, cherry red in the inky night. The waft of smoke carried on the whispered breeze. The power and control of knowing he’s waiting for me to make an appearance.  I'm going to pull this stunt to show him that I know he's watching me. Mom yells for another glass of wine, too lazy to get her own, but I tell her I'll be a few minutes. It’s my " our " time now.

 My brother, Joesph’s, room is next to mine and connected by a door like a hotel room suite. I need the digital camera for my event, but it's in his room. I go into his room and run into him. He's very when we were kids, never maturing beyond age 12. He's holding a toy train and telling me all about it. Gesturing excitedly, he has no idea I’m not listening. I’m focused on my goal. Get the camera to put on my play. His room has a huge plywood table made to run his trains on, but it's empty except for one train car sitting on the table. The wood is bare. He leaves and I grab the camera and shut off all the lights in his room, leaving him in the dark. He seems to vanish in thin air. Not a peep to be heard, nor a complaint.

Tiptoeing back to my room, I set up the camera on a tripod. thinking that I can get a picture of him this time The flash will illuminate him watching me. Maybe I’ll finally see his face, know the visage that watches me every night. I take off my t-shirt...just in my black lace bra. I handcuff my hands in front of me. Submissive, but seductively aware, I turn off all the lights and sit in a chair at the windows.

I am him. I can feel his excitement. The dark energy swirling about like a black devil cloud, tendrils caressing my cheek. I can see through his glossy black eyes. I see myself at the windows in my bedroom, the moonlight casting a glow about me. It's bluish, pulsing light. My eyes are downcast and I look lost, submissive, alone. I see that I put my hands in the window and notice the handcuffs. The chains. And I'm him, excited, salivating, wanting. Turned on. Laughing, but tender. I can feel the knowing grin breaking the planes of my " his -face.

I flip between the two...I'm her feeling her anger, yet her silent surrender. I'm him and I feel the low thrum of his excitement. His pulse. His darkness. He's turned on and wants her. But he just watches. Silently.

© 2011 Kat Collins

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I like it. It makes me want to read more. A few issues with awkward wordiness, but other than that, great story!

Posted 2 Years Ago

very interesting story. Love the way the story keeps the reader captured until the end.

Posted 9 Years Ago

Strong, taut narrative.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Wonderful paranoia that desends into obsessional subject voyerism. I liked it a lot, but it would be nice to see it expanded a little to contrast the normality of home life with the dance the pair go throuh.

Posted 9 Years Ago

I think that you ended it well. Is the strange presence real or a dream. I can't see a reason to change it; you left the reader to finish the story in their own way. Quite a captivativing write!

Posted 9 Years Ago

Did not expect this from you, I need to browse more of your work this is outstanding! A masterpiece of excitment and entertainment! Bravo!!!

Posted 9 Years Ago

You outdone yourself here.. The feelings of both so strong that you could feel it and understand it so well.. x It reminds me in a sense of the sites out there where young girls and boys "perform" for a room of watchers..interesting.. Awesome write Kat..c

Posted 9 Years Ago

Wow, very engrossing. Not sure how to end it, I would say free flow and see where the story takes you!

Posted 9 Years Ago

ah girls just want to have fun don't they... very explicit with the shared emotions ..I like how you worked that in Kat... An ending not yet let it flow a bit more I know you have a good imagination as I do ..and you know what they say "an imagination is a terrible thing to waste and I don't plan on wasting any bit of it.... O i was the one who said that heheh

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on June 29, 2011
Last Updated on July 26, 2011
Tags: control, dream, watcher, woman, seduction, handcuffs


Kat Collins
Kat Collins

Allentown, PA

I'm a writer, freelance web designer, and voracious reader. I'm a collector of words, experiences, and emotions. I've been writing since I was "knee-high to a grasshopper" and feel lost without it. Wr.. more..


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