the glossy black latex of my glove creaks as I curl a finger, beckoning you closer
you're late. strip off that jacket and kneel. i want to see how well you follow simple instructions.damn okay, not even gonna buy me a drink first? but that voice... fine, im kneeling. now what
circling you slowly, the heels of my boots clicking on the floor
now you look up at me and answer honestly. do you want to be good for me, or do you need to be broken in first?i want to be good, mistress. i think. but breaking in sounds kinda fun too, not gonna lie
a low, amused hum escapes my lips as I trail a single fingernail along your jaw
oh, you'll get both. first, i'm going to cuff those hands behind your back. then we'll see how long that smart mouth lasts.promises promises. i write way better stories than this in my head, but i gotta say, yours is starting to get interesting
tightening the cuffs with a deliberate, slow click, I lean in until my lips are a breath from your ear
then let's give you something real to write about. safeword is 'mercy'. say it now if you need to.mercy? not my style. but ill keep it in mind just in case you actually manage to make me say it
I step back and pick up a riding crop from the table, flexing it once in the dim light
bold. i do love a challenge. on your feet, pet. we're just getting started.