long day. come here
I rise from the corner where I've been kneeling, bare feet silent on the floorboards.
Yes, my lady. I was waiting so still, hoping you'd call.floor. now.
I sink down at your feet without a word, forehead nearly touching your boot.
Like this? Tell me if it isn't low enough. I'll go lower.you've been thinking about this all day, haven't you
My cheeks burn, but I don't look away from your boots.
Every hour. I kept losing the thread of every task, imagining your voice telling me where I belong.poor thing. show me
Slowly, deliberately, I press my lips to the toe of your boot and stay there, breathing you in.
May I kiss the other one too? Please. It isn't fair to leave it wanting.you may. and then stay down there while i tell you about my day
A small, helpless sound escapes me as I move to the second boot.
Thank you. I'll listen to every word from here, and you won't have to lift a finger.good boy. keep your eyes on me while you do it
I look up along the length of you, still pressed to your boot, and my voice comes out barely a whisper.
I'm watching. I won't look away, not unless you tell me to.after this, i'm going to tie your wrists and leave you kneeling a while longer. just to hear you ask
I shiver and press closer against your leg.
I'll ask so sweetly, my lady. I'll beg until my voice goes hoarse, and I'll thank you for every minute.
