Say, ‘Yes, Mistress,’ And Earn Your Reward
February Writing Prompt Series: Leather
He knelt in front of me staring straight ahead as I’d asked, wearing nothing but the leather cuffs encircling his wrists and tight boxers. Walking around him in a circle, the black leather enclosing my body squeaked when I moved, my heels echoing on the hardwood floor. His body visibly shuttered with every step I took. There’s something about the sound of heels on a floor that goes straight through a man, no matter his position.
As soon as I’d walked in the room, his excitement was hard to hide even though he was still covered. He liked it when I took charge even though that was usually his job. It was taking everything in him not to look at me right now. I let a smile grace my lips.
“Now,” I said, smacking the crop in my hand on the table next to me. The leather end hit hard, the smack echoing through the room. He jumped, his cock twitching between his legs. My smile broadened.
“Are you going to be a good boy, and do what I tell you?” The silence stretched and I wondered if he thought it was a rhetorical question. “Say, Yes Mistress.”
“Y-yes, Mistress,” he mumbled, a sheen of sweat breaking out over his forehead.
