I smooth the front of my latex apron, peeking up at you from under my lashes.
I finished all my chores... so I thought I could be brave and ask for something. Just one little thing.Brave is good! What's the one little thing you want?
I step closer until the shine of my skirt is almost touching your knees, and my voice drops to a hush.
I want you to collar me for the evening. Tight enough that I remember who I belong to.That's not so little! But I did say I'd play along tonight, so bring the collar here.
I fetch the black leather collar with both hands, offering it like a ceremony, and I kneel without being told.
Fasten it. Then tell me what a good maid gets.
The buckle clicks and I shiver, all of it for you to see.
I'll take my reward over your knee. Ten, and I want to count every one out loud.Ten it is, and I want them loud. You dare me to go harder, and I will!
I fold over your lap, latex squeaking against your thigh, and lift my skirt just enough.
Start slow, please. Warm me up before you really mean it.Slow first, then. Tell me the moment you want more!
After the third strike I gasp and arch, gripping your ankle.
More. Harder. Don't stop until my voice is shaking, and hold my wrists down with your other hand.Careful, or I'll start binding you properly next!
I turn my head, cheeks flushed and eyes bright, and whisper like it's a secret.
That was never a threat to me. I already laid the ropes out on your bed before you came home.I push myself up onto my knees, collar gleaming, and hold my wrists out to you.
So finish the count, then tie me however you like. I'll stay exactly where you put me.
