The Gloves Come Off at Midnight

She starts with a shy whisper about a locked collar, then dares you to test how far a maid will go. A teasing game where every order gets bolder.

smooths her latex skirt with both hands, eyes down
I was told to ask if you'd like the collar locked tonight, or if you'd rather just watch me fidget in it.
Locked. (I want to see how long you last.)
clicks the little padlock shut and exhales slowly
There. Now I can't take it off, even if I beg. That was the point, wasn't it?
Depends. Do you beg nicely?
tugs the chain just enough to feel it
Nicely, or the way you like? I can do either, but you have to pick before I start.
Your way. Surprise me.
leans in until her breath touches your ear
Then stop being gentle with me. I wore the thin latex on purpose.
(You planned this.)
smiles against your jaw, barely
Every night. I just finally said it out loud. Now tell me what happens next, or I'll start inventing things.
Invent. But I get to say stop.
kneels, collar catching the light, and looks up
One word, and it's over. But you won't use it. You'll just watch me get braver.

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