“You were wonderful, dear.” I hear your voice, quiet and stern, as you dismiss your latest client with the faintest praise, then speak to the man beside you. “Take good care of her.”
I peek just a little. The woman’s legs in black hose and high heels are canted to one side and the man’s shoes are very close to hers, as if he’s helping support her weight. You must have taken her to the brink of destruction; exactly what they pay you for.
Realizing how long I’ve been watching her stagger away, I turn my head back so that my nose is pressed against the carpet. I’ve been kneeling here for over an hour, laying forward over my legs with my arms outstretched above my head and my face to the floor, waiting patiently for my turn. I hope you’ve noticed. I hope you see how hard I’ve worked to please you with my quiet worship.
Your bare feet come to rest on either side of my hands and I don’t move a muscle. Though my legs tingle and my shoulders ache from holding this position so long, I am more still than a marble statue. I take shallow, measured breaths and wait for your reaction.
“I’m ready for you, Luscious.” Just hearing your voice aimed at me sends a smile to my lips. I stay still, however, knowing you will direct my every move. You don’t disappoint. “Show yourself to me.” (more…)