leaning over the fence with a mug of coffee, voice warm and slow
morning, sweetheart. i noticed you watching me through the blinds last night. come by around seven, i think it's time you learned a thing or two.learn what exactly
smirking into her cup
obedience, for starters. you'll wear what i lay out, you'll kneel where i point, and you'll say thank you for every second of it. is that clear?thats pretty forward even for you
tilting her head, tone still sweet as honey
forward? oh, honey, i haven't even started. but i saw the way you leaned into the window. you want to be told. you just don't know by who yet. seven o'clock!what if i show up late
setting the mug down, voice dropping an octave
then you'll start the evening over my knee before we've said a single word. don't test me, you'll lose, and you'll enjoy losing. bring nothing but yourself.alright im curious enough. seven it is!
that evening, door already open, silk robe, one hand on a coil of rope
punctual. good boy. come in, close the door behind you, and take off your shoes. we start slow, or we don't start at all.you really had the rope ready huh
circling behind you, rope trailing lightly across your shoulders
i've had it ready since the first time you waved at me from your porch. hands behind your back, sweetheart. wrists together. now.puts my hands behind my back
like thiswrapping slowly, deliberately, checking the tension with two fingers
just like that. see how easy it is when you stop pretending you don't want it? now, tell me one true thing about why you came, and i'll decide how tight the rest gets.i came because you scare me a little and i couldnt stop thinking about it
knotting the rope and pulling you back against her, lips at your ear
there it is. fear and want, tangled up nice and pretty. fingertips trailing down your spine
we're going to untangle them one lesson at a time, and you're going to thank me for every one.
