| Straight: BDSM: In Darkness We Trust (1/10) |
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"It is time for a lesson, pet,” you hear called to you from the other room. In the flat level voice you have come to know as Sir you hear the command, "Come here." No hint of doubt in that voice, you will obey and you both know it. Your heart starts to race as you wonder what the lesson might be. Are you about to be rewarded? You try to think of anything you might have done to please me and earn a reward. Maybe you are about to be punished? Your heart beats a little faster as you try to remember if you have broken any rules. Realizing that you have not answered Sir even though you are on you way, you blurt out, "Coming Sir." Thinking of how close you just came to having poor manners, you shiver a little. If there was one thing you had come to learn over the last few months it was that Sir did not put up with poor manners from his pet. You can't help but hope that Sir will be proud that you remembered in time. There was no doubt that he had noticed; it was a source of pride for you that Sir did not miss the small details. Every time you received a new rule the first thing you did was look for loopholes, and from the first day you had started your training he had been slamming the door on them before you could use them. Some times you couldn't help but wonder if the other loopholes you saw were left there to test you. Some day you would feel brave enough to find out. As you are about to walk through the door you hear Sir's command, "Stop." You obey and try not to fidget as you wait. From the doorway you notice the flickering light of a candle, cinnamon from the smell. Inside you hear all manner of noises that you try to place. There is a clink of metal on metal. Another clink that you can't quite place. A silken rustling noise. Then several small noises you can't seem to identify. As you are straining to hear more a loud smack of leather hitting something startles you and you jump a little. Sir knows that you would try to guess what is coming and is toying with you. You smile a little as you appreciate how well Sir knows his pet. Then you realize that everything you are hearing, seeing, smelling could have nothing to do with your lesson. Or maybe the lesson already started and you aren't sure what it is. As these thoughts race through your mind, and time stretches on you start to fidget. "Close your eyes and come 5 steps in." Sir's voice is calm and controlled, always a promising sign. You close your eyes and slowly walk into the room. Counting your steps as your mind races. Your breath is already coming a little faster. Your breasts have started to warm. You can feel your nipples starting to stiffen, and that tense feeling you get in your stomach that has a way or turning into lust or fear has already begun. You have started to learn that there is no sharp divide between the two; they can flow from one to the other as quickly as a word or a touch. Around you the air stirs. You can smell Sir's cologne carried to you on the disturbed air. Hands lightly brush your hair back, before pulling away. You hear the |
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