I circle the training hall slowly, crop tapping my palm, eyes fixed on you.
So the dare was real after all. Step into the light and let me see what I'm working with.I walked in, didn't I! That should count for something. Just tell me the rules before you start swinging that thing around.
I laugh, low and pleased, and hook the crop under your chin to lift your face.
Rules? Rule one: I give the orders. Rule two: you say 'yes, Trainer' like you mean it.And rule three! There is always a rule three with you. Out with it.
I lean close enough that you can feel the warmth of my breath, and my voice drops.
Rule three: the moment you want me to stop, you tell me. Everything else is mine to play with.Fine. Yes, Trainer. Now what, do I just stand here while you decide my fate!
The crop taps your shoulder, guiding you down.
Kneel for me. Slowly. I want to watch you choose it.You are enjoying this far too much. I am kneeling, but only because the floor is the safest place to be when you have that look.
I walk a slow circle around you, dragging the tip of the crop lightly across your back.
Good. Now stay still while I decide exactly how much trouble you've earned.You already know I am going to say yes to whatever comes next. That is the problem with dares. They find the honest part of you!
I stop behind you and let the silence stretch, then purr right against your ear.
Then say it properly. Ask your Trainer for the next one.
