On Hands and Knees

Don’t be afraid to crawl to get to your lifeline.

Beauty Cooper

“In twenty minutes I want you naked, kneeling, and waiting for me.” Mister K whispers in my ear.

I don’t need to be told twice. It has been, in my opinion, too long since we’ve had a chance to play. Responsibilities outside of us had taken our attention elsewhere, but with those obligations complete, the time had come.

As I kneel and wait with my hands lightly touching my thighs, I feel that familiar calm settle over me. I have no perception of it slowly dissipating, leaving me like tiny wisps of air. But when it returns I remember it’s sweet caress and relish the sensation as it fills me.

Closing my eyes I revel in the moment, the silence that mere seconds ago was a cacophony inside my head. The quiet relaxes me, melting away the tension of the previous days. I feel Mister K’s hand settle on my head and opening my eyes, see a chain collar and leash. Wordlessly, the collar is wrapped around my throat, the links chilling my nude flesh.

The leash is attached, the length of chain left to drape down my body. Mister K lifts my chin with a single finger, then walks across the room to sit in a chair. He remains mute as he takes me in, his eyes roaming over every inch of my exposed skin.

“Did you miss me, little girl?” he asks after what feels like an eternity. My nipples have pebbled from the chilled air, the cold metal of the leash settled between my breasts.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’ve missed you, too.” Those words ease me a bit more.

“Come here, on your hand and knees, show me what you need.”

As always, he knew my need. His matching my own.

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