I squirm for a 30 minutes, waiting for her and composing these words. I would like to record a precise ledger of my want. I need this to mean something. Everything.
As I continue to write the front door opens and I can hear the high heels of her boots walking across the house. My heart races but as she approaches I put my head down.

She walks up to me and barks:
“Take your top off. Leave on your underwear and socks. Do it now.”

“It’s chilly,” I step back, slipping off my shoes and begin shrugging out of my top and she retorts “Tough shit.”

Her tone makes me feel guilty and nervous. I am afraid and I blurt out “I did it”.


“I understand you did. Now sit down on the floor.”

“Yes.”

“Is the flooring chilly under your bum? Too chilly?”

“Yes.”

“Let us begin.”

Egotism is the enemy of the still. I touch myself at her command while rubbing the bulge in my briefs. A small spot disperses at the point of my prick that is excited and turns the white cloth clear. Something in the risk of neglect makes me hard, although I go soft for some time whenever I believe she has forgotten me. I feel silly. The kitchen flooring is tough under my butt, but I don’t dare move.

“ You there” . It's not a question.

“Yes Queen”

“Still cold?”

“Yes Queen.”

“Do you need me to be unkind to you more personally? What about you makes you tough?”

“I don’t understand.”

“You ’re lying. I don’t have patience for it.”

It the dead of winter now. It’s three degrees outside today.

“Does crying make you more difficult? If so, don't hesitate to protest in your head.”

She opened both windows in the kitchen,the change in temperature is instantaneous.

“Chilly?” she asked.

“Yes Queen.”

My head runs scenarios of her shoving me down on the kitchen floor, pulling my ass and spanking at balls with her paddle. I picture her pounding me from behind with her black strap-on while I respire particles of frost into the atmosphere and clench my jaw. The chilly atmosphere practically feels natural by now.

“I would like you to cum in your panties.” She commands.

The room spins and my body shakes as I let go everything for my master. In the middle of my labored breathing I mutter:

“It’s done, Queen.”

“You’ll be wearing them for the next 10 days”

“Yes Queen.”

“Fine. Begin now. Go to sleep.”

“Yes Queen.”

As I walk off towards my bed, I hear her high heels clicking as she walks out the front door.