Where I Belong.
My music plays in the background as I prepare myself for the evening. I’ve mentally picked out the pieces of my outfit days ago. I’m nervous and incredibly excited.
It has been a long time since I’ve been theirs.
My eyes travel back to my reflection and I smile.
I am ready to be put in my place again.
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I arrive and take a few minutes to calm myself in the car before I enter their house. My heartbeat has begun to quicken and my hands are trembling. I cannot escape the shyness soaking through my emotions. The unease. I often feel this way before we play because it takes me time to slide into my role, to feel comfortable again. It takes his guidance, his soft whispers and stern hands to get me there. It takes her eyes, full of longing, to get there.
And oh, how I desire to be there.
I swallow my inhibitions and enter.
He watches me from behind the table as I step through the threshold.
She’s getting ready for our tonight. I can hear the shower, I imagine her warm and naked inside for a moment…