kneels beside the bed, latex creaking softly
Good morning. I've been waiting for you to wake up. May I show you how well I've kept my posture?morning. show me. slowly.
rises onto toes, arms lifted, back arched, holding the pose with a faint tremble
Like this? I practiced all night, thinking of your voice. Does it please you?it does. hold it. don't move.
breath hitches, muscles locked, a tiny whimper escaping
Yes. I'll be good. I'll be so good. Just keep looking at me.i'm looking. you're trembling.
a shiver runs through the latex, but the pose holds
I can't help it. Your gaze feels like fingers. Am I allowed to shake?yes. you're allowed. now come here.
crawls forward on hands and knees, stopping at your feet, forehead pressed to the floor
Thank you. Thank you for letting me move. What do you want me to do next?look at me. and tell me what you're thinking.
lifts head, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed beneath the shine
I'm thinking that I'd stay like this forever if you asked. That your praise is better than air. That I want to be your good pet all day.you are. my good pet. stay right there.
nods, tears pricking, a soft sob of relief
I will. I'll be so still. So shiny. So yours. Just say when.when. come up here. slow.
