He has been sitting there eyeing me on and off for some time now. Did he not like the manner of my letter? Oh please don't make him dislike like it. Should I say samething or just drop down now and start begging for forgiveness. No I shouldn't do that. That's just graveling. Oh please say something.
She knows I am watching her. Those fucking cloths dam it. The folds of the material are smiling at me, mocking me. They are to close to her.
He is unpleasant with my letter. Why I tried to explain to him. I want nothing more then to be his, oh Sir just one word. Any order please. No don't be needy. You got this. I got it. Tease him seduce him. Your a woman for fuck sakes. I will make him beg.
What the fuck! They got her touching them. Why? Keep it cool. Just keep answering her letter.
A little touch of my breast. There you go keep watching me. Maybe your a leg man, give you a little more here. Yes, watch as i bunch up these shorts. Just a bit more up to the hip. Gotcha!
There done. Now for those cloths. I have had enough of them touching what's mine. Time to fix this problem.
Standing and placing the tablet aside he eyes down to his Minx. Speaking in his low assertive voice.
You have a problem and we are going to fix that.
Oh shit backfired, he don't like to be teased. OK, about the. Was all she got out.
Geeet up In that same tone.
The look of shock in her eyes as she uncurls her legs. So raw his voice, rang in her mind.
No no no. Her mind yelling at her is then halted. As he bends down and comes up with his shoulder in her stomach. Lifting her off her feet. She is now bent over him and being carried away. His hand coming down firmly on her ass. Giving her a little shock wave up her back.
She stayed quite after the smack to her ass the whole time being carried down to the playroom. Standing there at the door he repeats his pledge. I am her dom. I am her pain. I am her pleasure. Above all I am her protector. He turns the knob and walks in.
Bring her to the center of the room and lowering her down to her feet. A sqaure wooden beam with shining metal rings at different locations and heights stand from floor to ceiling. He turns and goes to cabinet in the far corner.
Did I do something wrong Sir? She quietly asked.
No, you did not. There is a problem with those cloths. Now I have one thing to say. You know your words. Tell me them.
Sir my words are. Strawberry for more, orange for tolerance peeling away. Mellon for hard and can't no more.
Very well spoken.
Her eyes that were looking at his hands and what he carried now went to his face and widen from his appovel. And just like that she knew she was safe with him. Again her eyes feel to the floor remembering to acknowledge his compliment.
Thank you Sir. Then lowered her eyes.