I am freshly showered, nude, and told to stand in the middle of our bedroom.
Sir ties my hands, something we have not done in awhile.
Circling me... a pinch here, a tap there.
"Are you cold?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Hm... you're about to get colder."
Sir walks away, to get something. Unthinkingly, I turn my head to look, though my feet remain firmly planted in place.
"I did not say you could look!"
"You didn't say I couldn't look..."
That was not a wise remark.
When a bitch is not told what to do, she does *nothing*.
Sir ties my hands, something we have not done in awhile.
Circling me... a pinch here, a tap there.
"Are you cold?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Hm... you're about to get colder."
Sir walks away, to get something. Unthinkingly, I turn my head to look, though my feet remain firmly planted in place.
"I did not say you could look!"
"You didn't say I couldn't look..."
That was not a wise remark.
When a bitch is not told what to do, she does *nothing*.
Uh oh, definitely not the best thing to say. Would love to know how this ended :)
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Roz
Great little teaser, Lea ... lol! ... hope it had a 'happy ending' :>) ... nj ... xx
ReplyDeleteIt was a happy ending, after being reminded of my place!
ReplyDelete"You didn't say I couldn't look..."
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAH. Bad move Lea. Bad move. I'm glad it ended well :)