It was early the next morning when Sarah's alarm went off. I knew her routine. She would get up, shower, have breakfast and get dressed. I would be one of the last things she would think of before she left the house to go to work. But I looked forward to when she did think about me and place me on her wrist.
Eventually the time came. Sarah picked me up, casually, as though I could have been any inanimate object. She draped me over her left wrist and fed the clasp through the buckle. She took a brief look at me then gave her wrist a violent shake to move me where she wanted me to be. She then put her coat on and left, driving to work. As she drove I moved around slightly on her wrist, particularly when she was steering or changing gear. This was ridiculously arousing for me and yet I would never actually climax.
Sarah worked in an outbound call centre. Once at work she hung her coat up on the back of her chair and sat at her desk, displaying me to the world. I wondered if anyone would notice her new watch, and if they did whether they would realise it was me. Of course it was silly to even think that anyone would recognise me as her watch. As she rested her hands on the desk in front of her I felt my bracelet on the wooden top of the desk and I simply looked straight up as I waited for Sarah to look at me again. The day was long and boring. Eventually lunch time came. Sarah got up and walked to the canteen where she sat down to eat her lunch. I could not see her eating her lunch but she reached into her handbag and pulled out an e-reader. As she held it in her left hand and read while eating I found myself being held up at an angle, still unable to see her. I looked out into the canteen, watching as her co-workers walked past. Eventually she twisted her wrist and glanced at me, her deep brown eyes momentarily locking onto my face. Sarah got up and walked back to her desk where she again sat down and resumed her work. I desperately craved her looking at me again, but she didn’t. She ignored me while she sat on the phone and typing at her computer. I felt myself being continually moved around as her hands moved over the keyboard. Despite this all I could think about was her looking at me and me being useful to her. Eventually the end of the day came and she drove home from work.
Once home Sarah went to the bathroom where she washed her hands and face. As she did so she unclipped me from her wrist and dis-guarded me in the bathroom. When she was finished she left me there, alone, abandoned and unwanted. I savoured the scent coming from the kitchen as she cooked her dinner, knowing that I would never actually taste the food. She would usually leave me in the bathroom overnight before putting me on again the next day.