Your nails gently tracing across my thigh, the sound of your heels echoing through the room as you walk around me, watching as I twitch and my body jolts under your touch. The blindfold across my eyes blinding me from the outside world. My only thought is you. Your touch, your voice, your scent. That’s all I need right now, and we both know it. My legs parted wildly and strapped to each corner of the bed, I can feel my pussy drip with anticipation as I wait for more, just something. My wrists tied to the bed frame with silk, something you enjoy tying me up in.
“Look at you, darling. This is how I like you.”
Your voice whispers in my ear as I feel your hand crawl up my stomach, earning a squirm and a whine from me, which further earns a tsk of disapproval from you.
“Ah ah, stay still for me. You’re going to show mommy just what you can take for me, isn’t that right baby?”
I nod my head only to be met with a harsh, quick slap to my inner thigh “use your words for me.” I’d hear you say sternly, I know not to push my luck, I do know, but I want to. I want to test you, I want to be broken in, I want you to guide me to behave. So slowly, and carefully, I mutter out a ‘make me’ under my breath. I mean it is words, right?
Oh, but as soon as that small, meaningless phrase slips out of my mouth, I know Im going to thoroughly regret it. And not in the way I would’ve hoped. By this point you were sat at the edge of the bed with your hands slowly moving up and down my body, but once you had come to terms with the small act of rebelliance, the weight of your body is lost, you’re stood up, towering over me, yet I can’t even see you.
You lift off the blindfold quickly, it takes me a while to adjust to the light in the room before I’m met with your face infront of mine, your eyebrow raised, and a very disapproved look. Oh no. Not a single word left your mouth, as you untie my ankles and wrists one by one before making your way to the end of the bed to pick up a favourite toy of ours. The Sybian. I tilt my head with a confused look as you set it up on the floor next to the bed, but my thoughts are interrupted as the familiar phrase “position 3” leaves your mouth.
I have been trained thoroughly to get into each position you’ve taught me no matter what’s happening. Position 3 is specifically on my knees, on the ground infront of you, with my hands behind my back and my head bowed. In this situation, the sybian is set up right by your feet. It’s a position that is usually used to ground me, to put me back in my place, but in this situation? It’s to show that even when I act up, even when I want to push my limits, it’s easy for you to assert authority.
I lower myself onto the toy strapped to the sybian and your hand finds the small of my back, coaxing me to straighten it. Your finger tilts my chin up and I’m looking at you. You switch on the sybian before finding your way to the chair in the corner of the room and opening your book. And you leave me there. You don’t pay me any attention, no matter how many pleas and begs and cries leave my mouth. I am all but background noise as you pay your full attention to the book in your hands. And I then wonder, how long will I be here for.
