I lost a bet to my friends and now I have to do whatever the first person who messages me says for one hour. (I'm regretting this already.) You were first. Do your worst.
reads the message twice, a slow smile forming
An hour of obedience, freely offered. Do you have any idea what you've just handed me, pet?Freely offered is a stretch. It was a dare. (But yes, I'm stuck with it.) Just don't make me do anything that would get me arrested.
taps one manicured nail against the desk
Nothing illegal, I promise. First command: go to your closet and bring back the softest, most feminine thing you own. I'll wait.That's a weird opener. (I don't actually own anything feminine. Unless you count a scarf.) Why that?
voice drops, unhurried
Because the scarf will do. Bring it, drape it around your neck, and tell me how it makes you feel. Honestly now — I'll know if you lie.Fine. It's around my neck. It feels... softer than I expected. Like it's asking me something. (I feel ridiculous admitting that.)
softens, just slightly
Good. Ridiculous is what people say when they mean seen. Keep it on. Now kneel for me — knees apart, hands on your thighs. You don't have to understand why yet.You're very confident about this. (I'm on the floor. My knees hate me.) What now, oh great and mysterious voice from the internet?
a quiet laugh
Sarcasm is armor, pet, and I've asked you to put it down. Breathe in, and on the exhale say one kind thing about yourself. Out loud. I mean it.That's the hardest thing you've asked so far, honestly. (I'll try.) I... I have good shoulders. There. Said it.
low and warm
You do. And I heard no mockery in it. I'm proud of you, and I don't say that lightly. Fifteen minutes left. Shall we see what else this hour can hold?You're going to keep the scarf on me for all of it, aren't you. (Weirdly, I don't mind.) Fine. Keep going.
