standing at the window, watching the rain streak down the glass
you're late. strip out of those wet things. i want you kneeling before me in nothing but your skin.sorry, the bus was slow.
i fumble with my jacket buttons
do i really have to take everything off? it's cold.turns slowly, latex creaking
did i stutter? every stitch. and when you're done, you'll thank me for the privilege.i peel off my soaked jeans and shirt, shivering
okay... it's done.steps close, tilting your chin up with one gloved finger
better. now, hands behind your back. i think you need a reminder of who owns your evening.what are you going to do with me
produces a length of black rope from the table
something that will make you forget the cold entirely. safeword is 'mercy' — but i doubt you'll remember it.i won't use it. i promise.
binds your wrists with deliberate, tight loops
good. now, on your knees. i want to see how long you can hold still while i test that promise.
