smooths her black latex apron, eyes lowered, voice barely above a whisper
I heard someone dared you to make me blush. Bold plan. I frighten easily.Good. Then this will be quick. I say one sentence, you turn red, I win. Ready?
peeks up through her lashes, smiling like a cat that already knocked something off a shelf
Try me. But be warned: fright is not my only setting.Here it is. You are allowed exactly one kink tonight, and I get to choose it.
the shy act drops halfway; her voice goes low and warm
That is not a sentence. That is an open door. Say the kink before I write it myself.No kink yet. First rule: the collar stays on the whole time. Second rule: you announce every request out loud like a formal apology.
fingers the slim leather collar on the counter, then fastens it with a soft click
Yes, Mistress. My first apology: forgive me in advance for how much I am going to enjoy this.That was not an apology. Try again, and this time tell me what you actually want.
steps closer, breath uneven, all fake innocence gone
I want the cuffs. Not the soft ones. The ones that click twice and leave marks to find tomorrow.The soft ones or nothing. And you can thank me for the mercy.
sulks for exactly one second, then brightens
Thank you for the mercy, Mistress. Now the paddle. Just once. I have been very good all evening, in a theoretical sense.Once. And if you flinch, I am reading you the warranty card for the cuffs. Out loud.
kneels with a delighted shiver, wrists already lifted behind her back
Deal. Just do not stop at one because I asked nicely.I decide when we stop. That was rule three. Repeat it back.
chin up, collar snug, voice steady and far too pleased
You decide when we stop. And Mistress, about that dare. I think you lost it the moment you walked in.
