Your email read: "My first command to My Owned flower, then. Before she plays with herself again. Take a long hot shower. Clean yourself and prepare your body as if it were your wedding day. As if you were being sacrificed to the dragon Himself. When clean and dry, kneel down and look up as if your Master were standing there. Say simply "Yours, Master." Then, the girl may play."
The email came in the middle of the day. The instructions seem simple enough. My day continues, but my thoughts begin to wander. Being told not to... makes the act that much more desirable. Hours pass and the desire turns to need. I'm now squirming in my seat, trying unsuccessfully to focus. I pull up Your email and I read it over and over and over again. It only makes my need grow stronger. My jeans become a fabric prison, my hands itch with want.
Graciously, the end of the day arrives. I can't make it to the car fast enough. The seat warmer isn't helping, I'm now biting my lip in traffic. A few more miles... feels like hundreds. I run an errand, making small talk with the cashier. She has no idea the fire building between my legs as we exchange pleasantries. The conversation couldn't be more aggravating, every word delaying my release.
Home, I drop my shopping, putting away the perishables as quickly as I can. Then the dog must be let out, my mother calls, a knock at the door. Delay after delay after delay cause me no end of torture.
Finally, FINALLY, I step into the bathroom and strip naked. The clothes peel from my body like a most unwanted skin. I take a deep steadying breath before stepping forward. The last thing I want is to slip and fall before I get my first chance to please my Master.
The cold of the bathtub floor is quickly juxtaposed by warmth of the water as it flows over the tops of my feet. The overhead turns on and my body finally relaxes for the first time all day. As the water soaks my long hair, I feel it tickling all the way down my back. I smile at the sensation. The feeling reminds me of hands on my skin, the hands that put me here, Your hands. My need begins to build again.
Quickly, I grab the loofah and soap, lathering as fast as I can. I need to hurry, need to get to the end of this game. But the feeling of the soft leather, the coarse fibers of the scrubber against my skin, causes me to slow down. So smooth, so soothing, so intoxicating. The smell of lavender fills my nostrils, bringing my mind to calm. I smile again, thinking of how I will now smell of flowers, for You, Your little flower.
