My heart pounds in anticipation. It's beat gradually increases until it becomes a roaring thunder blocking out all other sounds.
My eyes crave to look about, to see from which direction You will be coming. Yet they are blinded by the silken softness of a cloth held tightly by a knot behind my head. Drawing my attention from the racing of my heart, allowing it the escape to returns to its natural pace.
Straining against the bonds that only I can see and feel I crave to move, to shift my position even just slightly. Although I know this will only anger you and so I resist this persistent urge.
How long have I been kneeling on the cold, hard floor; awaiting; craving the excitement stirred within me at the sound of Your voice? Digging my nails into the tops of my knees, while my mind continues to wander over the infinite possibilities of that which is to come.
After a time a whimper escapes from deep within my tightly clenched lips. Causing a flinch as I remember Your Command of silence. Have I just broken it, yet again, with a sound You have always love to draw forth?
I long to bow my heat at the misery and confusion this question brings; yet the collar about my neck prohibits this. The chill of the snap, attaching the leash to my collar, touching my bare flesh creates a rush of goose bumps to travel down my spine. Breathing deeply, almost but not quite sighing, to try and control the quivering of my body...I await You, replaying the things that has so far happened in my head.
How much time has ticked by? How long has it been since I arrived home, to find You standing, with your arms crossed, at the threshold?
Silently You pointed with Your left hand; the right still folded tightly across Your chest. Pointed towards The Door. Without a word Your total dominance rushes over me, making me completely forget the day's events. Dropping everything onto the table near the door, quickly removing both shoes and coat, I rush towards The Door. Barely remembering to take care of my things in the haze of excitement growing within me.
Your hand rushes out to stop me as I rush past, the feel of it instantly stopping me in my tracks. Eyes locked to Yours, searching for the reason to why you stopped me. My attention is drawn to the movement of Your finger as it travels to my lips, stopping to receive a small kiss from them. Withdrawing Your finger, transferring my kiss onto the lips I crave to feel brushing against mine. Watching, leaning towards You ever so slightly, Your lips have a cruel, upturned grin as You motion for silence.
"Knowing the way my voice caresses you, how much you always long to hear it, I have chosen to deny it to you. This will be the only time you hear it, until I choose otherwise! So, my lovely little baby, Savor it while you can! Not only will you be forbidden from hearing mine, so shall you be forbidden from making ANY sounds. Not so much as a Whimper! Do you understand me?" Sternly You look down at me, squeezing my upper arm when I fail to answer You fast enough. Understanding slowly dawns on just what Your Command means, mutely I nod, biting my lower lip in confusion. "Good, my pet, Now go!"
You point once again, releasing my arm so that You may re-cross Your own. Turning to head for The Door, a yelp of surprise is elicited from the shocking sting upon my arse. I bring both hands up quickly to still the possibility of any others; eyes wide in shock, realizing You had just tested me to see if I truly understood Your Orders.
As I try to slink off in shame, You grab me quickly by both arms, roughly spinning me around and forcing me to bend at the waist. Fear rapidly replaces shame, as I thrust my arms out to steady myself. Before I can find something, anything to grab a hold onto, the first blow comes. Hitting my upturned cheeks squarely. Silently, this time keeping all sound tightly held in cheek, I count off ten rapid strokes in my mind. Stinging me, even through the thickness of my jeans. Growling, You shove me away from You, to make my way stumbling towards The Door. Turning back, the knob grasped tightly in my hand, I manage to catch the look of disappointment on Your face as You turn Your back to me. Hanging my head in shame, my heart heavy with the knowledge of having just disappointed you, I turned once again and enter.
With numb knees, I kneel on the cold floor. My mind replaying this scene over and over again in its entirety. Briefly pausing to wonder at the severity of punishment, I shall be served by Your hand.
The sound of The Door slamming shut causes my heart to resume it's galloping race of trepidation. I know that You have just entered, and are somewhere within the confines of Your own personal playroom.
Searching with blind eyes, my hearing heightened to a fevered pitch, I search for any minute sign from You. Trying to pinpoint Your exact location, so that I may prepare myself for Your next move.
Silently Your hands caress my naked flesh, Your knuckles sending my perked nipples bouncing and jiggling in a sensuous dance. Your fingers move to lift and pull my sensitive nipples, pinching and extending them in a pleasurable torment.
My teeth crushing down painfully on my bottom lip, killing the moan of ecstasy begging to be released. Traveling up my skin, Your hands leaving a blazoned trail of fire, until they brush through my hair. Gently acting as two, four-fingered combs in a gentle pass through the loose strands.
Unexpectedly Your fingers become a steel trap, latching onto my hair and pulling it. Forcing my head back and to each side, giving clear access for You to push plugs into my ears that effectively cut out all sounds. Under the soft touch of silk my eyes become enlarged in shock. Opening my mouth to voice my shaken fears at this new and frightened even, You quickly take advantage of my gaping mouth to fit a ball gag into it. Completely cutting off all possible complaints. The snap clicking shut behind my head only serves to drive home my utter helplessness, driving me to understand my inability to give any indication; any hint of communication to You.
