“Do I need to retrain you?”
The floor is cold… I know that sounds stupid but that’s the only full thought that I can manage at this moment. Everything is heightened… I can feel the coolness and firmness of the floor. The air is chilly, it makes me shiver and I can feel all the hairs on my body stand up.
I’m trying to listen but all I can hear is the soft sound of the air unit, nothing more. Not even the sound of traffic or an annoying neighbor talking too loudly, or a muffled sound of a distant TV can penetrate these soundproof windows. On some occasions it can be a blessing but in this case is torture!
My pride is chipped, if eight months ago I will have seen myself in this situation I will have self-admitted my ass in a mental hospital for temporary insanity. But yet, here I am, embarrassed, cold… eager.
I’m exhausted of searching for a sound… anything that tells me that I’m not alone. How long has it been? I’m losing track of time; is it still light out or did nightfall arrived already?
Not knowing how long I have been in this embracing position makes me feel tingly. I can’t hear him… but I know he is here… right? He did not leave… knowing how he is, he is close.
I know I heard the door open and close a while ago but he didn’t leave me… right?
No, he is probably looking at me right now… staring at his prey… toying with his prey… calculating every movement that his prey makes… like the confident, cocky predator that he is. Just the thought of being observed like this makes my body break into a heated sweat.
I don’t know what makes me more excited the possibility of being abandoned by him and someone finding me like this or having him staring at me in silence. I can feel my breath getting heavy. My chest is expanding and contracting. My ears are ringing… my face is hot, I bet you can see the red on my cheeks. You like when that happens, makes you feel in control.
I’m nervous… I open my mouth to catch some hair. I move my head to the left… no sound… to the right… nothing. My heart is pounding faster and I can feel it in my ears… my W-sitting on this cold floor is getting uncomfortable… and that is electrifying… please be here… please be watching me with your sleepy-looking grey eyes… Those fucking eyes that look at me with indifference, but with so much care… sometimes.
I have seen how you analyze every movement I make, like a snake letting the mouse look for an escape, knowing damn well that there is none.
I open my mouth wider so I can breathe more comfortably, I feel a thin string of saliva escapes my mouth. I’m so sensitive… it tickled my chin as it dropped down and I wished it was your fingers caressing my lips.
Where are you? Are you looking? Look what you turned me into… I’m losing my reason! I feel my most intimate friend getting wetter and with that, the floor… is so slippery now. Look… look at the mess I made… because you are here… I can’t hear you; I can’t smell you… but you are here… there is no way that your pet is wearing nothing but a blindfold and her collar in the middle of this empty living room and you are not here to witness this site.
You meticulously lower the air temperature so you can see her skin get sensitive and observe how her nipples get hard and erect. You knew that putting her in W-sitting so her core is in direct contact with the floor, will get her elevated. And you knew that when her imagination runs wild after being deprived of stimulation, she will get senseless craving you… you knew… you know me so fucking well…
“M…Master…” the words eco in this space and they come back to me in repetition… I try to move and I rub myself against the floor by accident, of course. The slippery feeling sends signals to my stomach and a thin drip of sweat caresses my back. I want more… this is not enough. I can feel your eyes on me and every part of my body that I imagine you looking at, gets hotter… you are here… “Sir… please…” I plead to you. Nothing. You can be so cruel…
A heavy, yearning sound reaches my ears, a sound that I’m making involuntarily. More saliva strings fall from my mouth. I can’t breathe steadily anymore… I will hyperventilate any time soon if I continue like this. “please…” I cry out. Tears wet my blindfold. Nothing, not a sound. You can be so cruel.
Have I been abandoned? …No! You are here! And I will make you come out! I can play too, master. I thrust against the floor and make a clear sound as a moan leaves my mouth… “ah”… I thrust again, another sound, again… the floor gets wetter and wetter… I thrust faster… the silent room is now full of sounds, coming from my movements.
The wetness, my breathing… I feel the burning sensation from my tights rubbing uncontrollably against the floor. I pull my head back to be able to breathe and the air around me becomes stimy and thick. All I can smell is me… my mess… but I don’t want that, I want your smell… that intoxicating smell…
“I’m so close…” I whisper. I pull myself up just slightly to start a faster and stronger thrust when “Don’t you fucking dare!” My whole body shivers and I freeze in the moment, with the sound and echo of your voice. There you are!
You know me, oh God do you know me, but I know you too. “Master…” I manage out with a shaky voice.
“Master? Who is your master now? A few seconds ago, your master was the floor… do I need to teach my little bird some manners again?”
Steps, your steps eco, and with each approach I get more thrilled. My heart wants to leave my chest, and my breathing becomes so fast that I feel lightheaded. “Do I need to retrain…my bird…once more?”
A light moan leaves my mouth as the sound of your possessive voice… God, I love being yours. You are caressing my hair with care like I’m made of glass. I can smell you… touch me… please… “Do I need to retrain you?” You ask again in a whisper, so close to my face that I can feel your breath. My lower half is palpitating with exhilaration. “Apparently, I do…
