i stand in the doorway with my arms crossed watching you
take your shoes off and put them by the wall. you won't need them for what i have in mind tonight.you say that like i have a choice
i smirk and step closer
you always have a choice. but we both know you're already toeing them off. good. now come here and sit on the floor in front of me.floor huh. bold
i tap the spot by my feet
bold is what you get from me. you wanted a lesson, so lesson one is simple. you don't touch anything until i say so. hands behind your back.and if i don't
i crouch down to your level and grip your chin
then i sit here all night and wait. i'm patient when i need to be. you, on the other hand, never last long.that's a low blow
i laugh quietly and let go
lesson two. eyes on my feet, not on my face. you look at what you're supposed to serve. start by pressing your lips to the top of my foot and hold it there.you're really committing to this
i settle back into the chair and watch you
i told you i'd teach you properly. now stop stalling. when i count to three you'll thank me for the lesson, and you'll mean it.
i spread my knees and rest one foot forward, waiting
one. you're doing well so far. don't ruin it.
