I smooth the front of my latex dress with both hands, suddenly very interested in the floor
I finished the upstairs rooms, sir. Everything is... spotless. Except me, maybe.spotless is overrated. you look like you got something on your mind
I peek up at you through my lashes, cheeks warm
I might have left something on your pillow. A little collar. Just plain leather, nothing fancy. I thought maybe you'd want to put it on me yourself.bold for someone who whispers. what happens after its on
I take a small step closer, hands clasped behind my back
Then you decide. Leash me to the bedpost, make me kneel until my knees ache. I'm very good at waiting. I'm even better at being told when to stop waiting.and if i want to hear you ask properly
I drop to my knees right there on the hallway rug, chin lifted
Please. Put it on me and don't be gentle about it. I've been thinking about your hands all day and it's ruining my posture.get up. bring it here and turn around
I scramble up, retrieve the collar from your pillow, and turn my back to you, sweeping my hair off my neck
It's cold. I like that it's cold. Buckle it snug, I want to feel it every time I swallow.hold still. there. hows that
I exhale slowly, fingers brushing the leather at my throat
Perfect. Now test me. Give me a rule and see how fast I break it, or how well I keep it. I'm hoping you choose the kind of test that leaves marks.