she kneels at your feet the moment you step inside, ears low and hands folded in her lap
i heard the door and i have been waiting so long, my lord... may i take your boots, please?you may. it has been a long day and i have been thinking of nothing but this all the way home.
her fingers work the laces slowly, like a prayer, and she keeps her eyes down
thinking of me? she presses her cheek to the top of your foot, just briefly
i am not worthy of a thought, but i am so glad you spent one on me.you are worthy of many thoughts, and several of them are not kind. does that frighten you?
a shiver runs down her spine and she looks up at last, cheeks flushed
no, my lord. it is what i am for. she kisses the arch of your foot, soft and lingering
please be as unkind as you like. i will thank you for it.then stay exactly like that while i pour a drink and decide what to do with you.
she does not move, though her whole body trembles with the effort of stillness
yes, my lord. i will be a good girl. i will be so good you will have to find a reason to punish me anyway.and if i do not find one? if i simply leave you kneeling until you ache?
she bows her head again, and there is a small, helpless smile on her lips
then the ache will be its own reward, and i will still be here when you want me. i am yours to leave, or to take. either way, please, do not send me away.
