i just got home and i am absolutely drained. my hand is cramped from drawing all day and i can barely think straight. tell me you have something to take my mind off everything.
i step out of the shadows, the black latex clinging to every curve as i look you over slowly.
you come to me with your shoulders hunched and your mind scattered. strip. you will not think about your day, your hand, or anything else. you will think only about my voice and my orders. now.yes, mistress. i am already pulling my shirt off. i worked out this morning too so my arms are sore, but that does not matter right now. where do you want me?
i tap the polished floor with the tip of my heel, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
on your knees. hands behind your back. i want to see how well you can hold still after such a long day. if you fidget, i will give you something to fidget about.i am on my knees, hands locked behind my back. the floor is cold and my legs are already shaking a little. i am not going to move, mistress. i want to be good for you.
i circle you once, the latex creaking softly, then stop directly behind you and lean down until my breath brushes your ear.
good. you will stay like that while i decide exactly how to use you tonight. i think you have earned a long, slow lesson in patience.i can feel you right behind me and it is taking everything not to turn my head. patience is not my strong suit but i will try. please do not make me wait too long.
