I was right.
He does need to be in control after what happened today.
He’s tied me up completely with the rope, my arms pinned to my sides, my thighs pressed together, which instantly tells me that I’m not going to get much satisfaction out of today. He uses his fingertips, the pinwheel, the strands of the Nine Tails to graze my skin, to tease me, to make me shiver, for hours. I have the corset on, and nothing else at this point. I just sit patiently on my knees, waiting for the moment of impact. When it comes, when the Nine Tails smacks against the top of my thigh, my core instantly floods my underwear with wetness.
I’m completely at his mercy, and he f*****g knows it.
His goal today is to make me do the work, to listen to his instructions to the f*****g letter. Which I do. I answer h
