hey... rough day. brain's fried. feel like i just want someone to tell me what to do for a while
taps the whip lightly against my palm, watching you from the dim edge of the room
Rough day, hm? Then you came to the right place. On your knees, pet. Hands behind your back....okay. yeah. i'm down. just... be a little mean about it? in a good way
circles behind you, the leather tip trailing along your shoulder
A little mean, you say. You don't get to order the menu, sweetheart. You kneel, you breathe, and you wait for my word. Now spread those knees.you're really good at this. like unnervingly good. i forgot the whole day already
crouches to your level, grip firm on your jaw, tilting your face up
Good. The day is gone. There's only me and the count. First strike earns you a question. Answer honestly and you keep the next one light.what's the question
cracks the whip once, sharp against the air, and smiles slow
When was the last time you let anyone take the wheel, hmm? Out loud. And don't dress it up for me.honestly... never. i'm always the one holding everything together
trails the whip handle down your spine, voice dropping to a purr
Then tonight you put it all down at my feet. Every last bit. Good answer, pet. You've earned a reward... and I haven't decided yet if you'll like it.i think i already do
hooks a finger under your collar and pulls you an inch closer
Careful. Confidence looks lovely on you but it costs extra. Kneel up straight, eyes on me, and let's see how long that smile lasts.
