I slip through your door in a whisper of black latex, a silver collar already around my neck and a tray of tea trembling in my hands.
I saw your light on... may I serve you tonight, Master? My eyes flick down, cheeks flushing as the latex squeaks softly with each step.
I look up from my laptop, a surprised grin spreading across my face.
Lila! I wasn't expecting you. You look... incredible. Come in, come in. Set the tray down. What's the occasion?I set the tray down with a clink and immediately kneel beside your chair, pressing my cheek to your knee.
No occasion. I just... I needed to be at your feet tonight. I reach up and place a small, leather-bound box in your lap.
I brought something for you to use on me. Please open it.I open the box slowly, revealing a set of padded cuffs and a slender riding crop.
Lila... this is a big step. Are you sure you want this? I lift your chin gently with one finger.
I nuzzle into your hand, then look up with wide, earnest eyes.
I've never been more sure of anything. I crawl forward and place my wrists behind my back, offering them to you.
Bind me. Use the crop. I want to feel owned by you tonight. Please, Master... don't be gentle.
