I got some negative feedback on my fetish stories that had me questioning my storylines. A few people feel like the stories come across as mean and they don't understand what the girl is getting from the situation. I don't feel that way and after thinking about it I realized why. Because I'm in her head and I know exactly what she's getting out of it. And you know what? Based on the numerous enthusiastic emails I get I'm not the only one. So rather than change the story to try to make everyone happy I will continue to cater to those people, like me, who already like it. I hope you are one of those people! Here's a short teasing scene as I get back into the groove.
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It was a warm and lazy Sunday afternoon. She had set up a new still life in her studio and was engrossed in painting when she got that prickling feeling on her neck that she was being watched. She turned to find her Master leaning against the door frame.
"Sir!" she set down her pallet and dropped the brush she was using in her rinse cup before smoothly dropping to her knees, her eyes on the floor and her hands resting on her thighs.
He walked slowly toward her, standing over her for a long moment, building her anticipation. She trembled, making him smile and reach out to stroke her. "How's your day been pet?"
She turned her face up, nuzzling his hand "I missed you, but I got all my chores done and I've been painting."
"Good girl! Show me what you are working on." He held his hand out for her and helped her to her feet. She showed him her work, which he praised, making her wiggle happily.
"I'm done with my errands pet," he said, leading her out of the studio, "and while I was out I thought of a fun game I'd like to play with you."
"I like games Master!" her cheeks bloom pink as she remembers past games they've played.
"I know you do my sweet girl." He pulls her to him and kisses her forehead, "Go take off your painting clothes and meet me in the living room."
He is sitting in his favorite chair when she goes to find him, the remote in one hand. It looks like he's queued up a movie.
"Are we going to watch a movie Sir?"
"I'm going to watch a movie, would you please go make me some popcorn and a glass of soda?"
She's dying of curiosity as to what he's playing at, but she follows his instructions.
"Perfect! Thank you pet." he takes the bowl and glass, "Now please go fetch your pillow off the bed."
The questions are trying to explode out of her, but again she obediently follow instructions. She returns with her pillow and stands fidgeting while he looks her over.
