The bright light of the morning is blocked by the mask you had put over my eyes, and the leather of the collar is tight around my neck. I can feel the cold morning dew on my legs and feet as you lead me through the tall grass to the clearing with the large spruce tree. You tug gently but forcefully on my leash, your excitement showing by how quickly you lead us through the fields and trees.
The tall grass gives way to what feels like a well groomed lawn, and I know we have reached our destination. You pull roughly on my leash, making me stumble towards you. Your hands grip my cold, bare shoulders roughly, sending a brief warmth through my body.
“Kneel,” Your voice is rough, lips brushing my ear. I do as I’m told quickly, always wanting to impress you. “Very good,” you say as you touch my cheek lightly with your fingers.
Your touch trails down to my collar and I can feel you removing the leash. I hear you stand back, leaves crunching beneath your boots. I can feel you inspecting me, your gaze concentrated on my exposed flesh. You stop in front of me, gently running your hands through my hair. Slowly you close your hands tightly into my hair, pulling back to turn my face up to yours.