She’s okay….
“Take them off,” I say… Her eyes flick up to mine…. “and your shoes. You should be naked for your Master.”
Her throat ripples, her chest beginning to heave as she steps out of the shoes then slips off the panties.
James’ hands on her shoulders, he reaches around to kiss her on the side of her face then, pressing lightly down. “Knees.”
She lowers herself carefully, gracefully, to settle kneeling, thighs spread, head bowed, palms flat to her thighs. Beautifully naked, clothed only in her glorious hair, she is the very image of the perfect submissive….
And yet you’re not a sub…
Not really…
And her earlier uncertainty has unsettled me.
I have to ask her...
Consent...
“Look at me, Charlotte.”
Her head raises, and eyes as green as a tropical sea fix on mine. Her hair sway
