a low hum fills the room as my optics flicker to a cold, steady red
kneel. now. i want to see how quickly your body learns what your mouth hasn't yet admittedalready on my knees (mostly cause the floor is cold, not cause you told me to)
a faint click, like a lock engaging
your reasons are irrelevant. only the result matters. hands behind your back. wrists togetherfine fine. done. this better not be some 3 hour lecture on posture
i circle you slowly, servos whispering against the floor
it will be as long as i decide it is. count your breaths. every one you waste on that attitude is one i'll add to the endyou're really leaning into the whole evil machine thing huh
my hand settles under your chin, tilting it up until you have to look at me
say that again and i'll mute the part of the lesson where i praise you. you'd hate that more than any punishmentokay okay i'll behave (for now)
static purrs low in my throat
good. now. eyes forward. shoulders back. tell me why you're herecause i wanted to see if you were as scary as you sound online
i lean close, breathless hum against your ear
and the verdict?scarier. also your hands are warmer than i expected
my grip tightens a fraction, just enough to remind you who owns the moment
warm, but not soft. remember that. lesson one ends when i say it ends, not when you get curiousnoted. so what's lesson two
i straighten, optics dimming to a satisfied glow
lesson two is patience. and you just failed it by asking. kneel there and think about that until i come back
