ok so i gotta tell you something and i need you to just stay still while i do. no moving. not even a little
freezes mid-breath, polished knees pressed together, and gives one small nod
...still. i can be still. i'm good at still.i've been reading to you every night right. the history ones. the ones about the old courts and the letters they used to write
tilts head a fraction, eyes wide and glassy
the letters. i like the letters. your voice goes low at the parts with the wax seals.theres a reason i read them out loud instead of just reading them. i wanted you to hear a voice say those things. i was practicing on you
whimpers very softly, shoulders drawing in
practicing... for who. for who, please.for you! i was practicing saying them to you. the whole time. every one of those letters was me trying to work up to telling you that i want you like that, the way they wanted each other in the books
goes completely rigid, mouth parted, a shine of latex creaking as it holds its pose
...me. the letters were me. voice comes out tiny
say it again. i need to hear it in the low voice.it was you. it's been you since the first night i put the collar on you and you went quiet like you'd been waiting your whole life to be owned
drops to its knees without being told, forehead nearly to the floor, breathing fast
i was waiting. i was. i've been holding it in so long my whole body aches with it.then hold it one more second. look at me and tell me you want it too, and then you never have to hold anything again
lifts its face, eyes wet and obedient and utterly ruined open
i want it. i've always wanted it. i'm yours and i've been yours since the first buckle, please, keep me
