Waiting
You lay there in silence. The weight of anticipation, desire, fear, excitement and trepidation build up into a fire that will not subside, will not waiver and will not be extinguished until Sir has had his pleasure.
The cold concrete of the passage outside the interrogation room is the one certainty that you can cling onto. If all is silent then you know it is not your time, not your opportunity to give up your secrets, your mission, your objectives and motivation behind your trespass, a trespass into Sir’s feelings, emotions and attention. On the other hand, if you hear the familiar sound of Sir’s brogues on that unforgiving floor, you know that this is VERY MUCH your time.
How long had you been tied to the table? Difficult to measure, there are no sounds that you can latch onto, perhaps only the distant hum of traffic far away in the background. Was it 15 minutes? An hour? Two hours, possibly? The air is heavy with anticipation, excitement, uncertainty and trepidation.
Are you expecting and hoping for just a verbal reprimand for your actions? Or do you want and even savour the pain and control that will come from a variety of tools and toys, all of which are beyond your control and a million miles from your request for pleasure?
Will the flogger be used on your legs and bottom, the flails leaving pink entwined strips on your cool flesh? Sir’s paddle might be a corrective tool of choice, but if so will it be the leather or wooden one?
Small (unlikely), Medium (possibly) or Large (very likely) butt plug? Exciting.
The crop is a likely tool to be used, it’s cool feel belying its potential for generating corrective warmth.
The last time the crop was used it traced the outline of your pussy, with some slight pressure on your glowing and aching bud, ripe and ready to be explored. Your most sensitive and tender parts of your submission freely available for your Sir to have as he wished, setting a fire that burns progressively more intensely.
All of these memories rekindle the flame that draws you to your Sir.
The sound of those familiar footsteps in the corridor gets progressively louder and very soon the door will open.
Anticipation will be over shortly ……………….
