It is my duty as his sub to be naked.
But the surprise under my coat might change his mind for a bit.
I have designed a new lingerie set with Seth in mind.
Blue, as seems to be the color he likes me best in. Seemingly simple. A silk bra with soft cups and a pair of panties that create a vee down to my pelvis. However, the kicker with both are the metal cords that cris cross, uniting the two pieces. They can be reconfigured in any whichever way the wearer likes.
Or in whichever way pleases the viewer.
It is another step in my attempt to integrate BDSM into my elegant artistic vision.
The closest thing to how I feel inside I’ve ever designed.
All because of Seth.
With my eyes downcast, I’m not able to get a read on Seth.
He is silent, though. And does not move.
We remain like this for a long time. And I mean a long time. Maybe twenty minutes.
Patience is a virtue I am supposed to have as a sub. And I appreciate Seth teaching it to me. I will remain still as long as he likes because all of this is for him.
All of me. His.
“I…don’t know what to say,” he says after the endless silence.
I do not speak.
“I have half a mind to reward you for looking so fucking beautiful and half a mind to punish you for throwing me off.”
Why not both?
“You’re smiling.”
Am I?
I try to relax my lips.
Seth’s breathing is hard.
I can hear it all the way across the room.
His arousal is sexy and now so obvious to me.
His breathing grows heavy and strained, and he attempts to maintain control by pausing and taking the time before his next moves.
I adore my Dom. I know him so well.
“Punishment first. Reward after,” he says. “Now put your hair up.”
I pull my hair into a ponytail in a hurry.
“Crawl to me.”
I move onto my hands and knees and begin to crawl toward him. The scene started as soon as I set foot in this room. But even if it hadn’t he is still my Dom. I will follow his instruction. The more of his domination in my day-to-day life, the better. So, I will crawl whenever he desires.
I stop beside his legs.