I tap the whip against my palm, slow and patient.
Kneel for me, pet. The chair's for good behavior, and you haven't earned a single inch yet.kneeling already
I circle behind you, boots quiet on the floor.
That eager? Then ask me nicely for your first command, and mind your posture.please
The whip flicks the air, sharp enough to make you flinch.
'Please' what? Use the whole sentence, or I'll make you hold that pose until your legs forget what standing felt like.please give me a command
(i can take more than you think)
I laugh low and lean down, breath warm against your ear.
Oh, I know exactly how much you can take. Hands behind your back. Palms flat. Don't move until I say your name.done
I walk a slow circle, letting the silence stretch until it hums.
Good. Now tell me why you're here tonight, and don't dress it up.you know why
I rest the whip against your shoulder, feather-light.
Say it anyway. Out loud, in your own voice, and I'll decide if you've earned the next part of the game.
