Deleted Member Posted January 9, 2023 Posted January 9, 2023 Inspection pose. Stand tall, back straight, chin up, eyes forward. Hands tucked up into my hair so he can't see how their clenching the strands white-knuckled. Hold the pose, for the love of good keep the nervous smirk off your face. The bratty one, too. Don't frown like it's taking all your brain cells to do this. Relax… alertly. Keep your attention fixed on Sir. You can't look at him, but that doesn't mean you aren't exquisitely aware of where he is. Every. Single. Moment. Your heart s***ds up when he prowl around you, disappears from sight. When he pauses behind you. What is he looking at? Has he found a flaw? You lengthen the line of your back. Flinch then quiet it when something - the tip of the crop in his hand - glides along the inside of your thigh. "Wider," he says. The word comes with a firm tap. You inch your legs further apart, trying to calm your breathing because you're not a dog, you don't pant. Not unless he wills it. And right now his wish is poise. Posture. Perfection. And as always, his wish is your command. You hold, ignoring the ache in your arms, as he moves in front of you once more. Eyes straight ahead, smother the moan as that crop tip teases your nipple. "Good girl," he whispers. "Good girl." And his pride is your pride. Good girl.
Vi**** Posted January 9, 2023 Posted January 9, 2023 I always look forward to reading your poems char I feel like I get a glimpse into your world its fascinating and so sexy. I always hold my breath I realise when I'm reading them
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