“Knees” is all I heard before the world ceased to matter. The feeling of the cold tile on my skin. Waiting for the next command.
“Eat” I hadn’t even noticed the bowl in front of me. I leaned down and began to lap at the food. It didn’t matter the taste or even if I liked it. He told me to eat and so i did.
“Come” My food is gone but I was still lapping at the bowl. I jerk my head up, crawling towards his voice. My eyes hung low, knowing better than to look him in the eyes.
“Sit” my heart flutters, I never get to sit. It’s always kneeling. I sit on the floor, my hands folded in my lap.
“Eyes” I look up at him, His eyes are so loving and warm. I begin to relax and I know he cares so much for me. I could look into his warm eyes forever.
“Posture” I straighten my pose instantly, I know it’s what’s best.
“Stay” I don’t dare to move.
I feel him stand next to me. His body heat radiating on to my soft white skin. I don’t dare look up at him. I know with my slightest movement it will end in punishment. My ass is still sore from the last time. *Focus*I don’t move. He knows what’s best.
“Eyes” he says, as his hand gently pets my hair. I look up at him and see the softness and warmth have turned to piercing daggers. I feel his hand grip my hair, He pulls me toward the couch. I follow without protest. My scalp hurts, my knees are getting sore.
“Sit” He sits on the couch and i stay put where he left me. My face inches from his knee. I do not dare to reach out and touch him, though my hands are desperate to feel his warmth. He reaches out and pets me, running his fingers through my hair. I wish to nuzzle his hand.
He pulls me up onto my knees and leans down, planting a single kiss on my forehead. My heart flutters and my skin flushes. He knows what’s best.
He relaxes into the couch, kicking off his shoes. I feel him look at me. All i want is to hear that one word. The one word that lets me crawl into his lap and relax.
“Release.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/86yg5x/commands_mf_bdsm