There is a noise. You are on your knees and were told not to turn, not to move. But the noise is loud and sudden and you have to see what it was.
*Smack*
The crop hits your shoulder, coming uncomfortably close to your ear as it swings past. Your eyes snap back to the front and look at the place you were told to look. There are more noises, but you try to ignore them as you look at the wood floor, a small divot showing something hard had hit there. Recently.
There is a tug on your hair and then a cloth is pulled down over your eyes. You can still hear. The noises are slightly muffled, but that just makes them more alarming. Fingers are running across your bare skin and you tense right before you think a finger is going to tweak your nipple.
*Smack*
“No flinching.”
The voice is calm, almost businesslike as you are reminded of the rules. Do not flinch. Only look where you are told. Do not speak or call out or even moan without permission.
The last one is hard as you feel a hand on your throat, tightening as a whisper of a kiss is brushed past your lips. You follow the pressure of the hand and stand, waiting as the blindfold is doing it’s job and not letting you see what is happening.
The hand is gone from your throat and you think you can hear a step to the side, but you cannot even turn your head to track the noise without knowing you will be punished.
There is a clink of chain and you feel something trailing over your shoulder. A leash is being clipped to your collar and you follow the pull. There is a small laugh as you knock into a chair, a push on your arm shoving you out of the way of something else, you hope.
You are led around the room, step by step. You can’t be as hesitant as you may want because of the constant pull on your lead.
It stops and you take one step too many.
*Smack*
You stand and then you are pushed slightly down on the shoulder, the signal to kneel again. You are on a pillow. Surprising as you hadn’t seen any in the room when you entered. You hear a chair move and it is right in front of you.
“Now... Let’s see if you have learned anything since last time.”
Your blindfold is off and you blink to try to get used to the bright light in the room. She is sitting there, and she must have been pleased with the session so far. She has a smile and is sitting so that you can see the lace barely covering her between her thighs.
She nods.
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