Key Phrase: Training
Word Limit: 200
Forbidden Words: Dom, Sub, D/s, pain
Bonus Words: Who’s your daddy?
Extra Credit: What have you been trained to do?
I'm on my knees in the dark, as you requested. You said this was your fantasy. This is how it had to be. I would never question you. Not now.
My back is straight, my hands resting on my thighs. My ass is balanced on my heels. I can't hear you, but I can feel you. Your energy is palpable. My eyes strain, but find nothing.
It's suiting. I once called you my darkness.
I want to speak, to reach out, to find you. I will not. This is what you asked of me. What you've been training me for.
Finally, a fingertip grazes my cheek. Across my lips. I hear a low sound, between a breath and a moan. It undoes something deep inside me. Need rages, hungry and cruel. It will tear me apart.
I'm still waiting.
I hear something. A rustle of fabric. The scrape of your leather belt through your belt loops. I cannot breathe. Again, your fingertips brush my cheek. Across my collarbone. Against my breasts. I bite my lip, fighting to stay silent.
From above come the words I've only read on my screen, the ones that lay me bare.
An odd direction, but it's the first place I went. Exactly 200 words today, no bonus words necessary.
As for what I've been trained to do, at home I've been trained to embrace who I am, to ask for what I need, and to relinquish shame.
By another, I've been trained to surrender, but not to take everything so damn seriously.