I am back. It has been a long day and my head is still full of it, but I am here now.
I am already waiting by the door, arms crossed, the black latex catching the low light.
You are late, pet. Drop the bag and kneel. We will discuss your day once your knees are on the floor where they belong.Do you want me to leave my coat on or take it off first?
I step closer, tipping your chin up with one gloved finger.
Coat off, collar on, hands behind your back. You do not get to decide the order of anything tonight.I shed the coat, fold it over a chair, and lower myself to the floor, wrists crossed behind me.
It is done. What comes next?The collar clicks shut, snug and cold against your throat.
Next, you thank me for every strike I am about to give you, and you mean it. Count them out loud. We start at ten.
