It had been another great date, we’d laughed, smiled and flirted probably a bit too much for public viewing. But that didn’t manage to stop me from being a disobedient slave. We’d stopped off at a little corner cake shop after you made me wait outside Ann Summers whilst you bought me a reward.
My first mistake was not opening the door for you, then entering ahead of you. You saw how I didn’t realise and chose to dismiss it – after all, I’d never acted out before. Then, after taking it upon myself, I got your order wrong when I knew it perfectly well. Then the final straw had been when I forgot to pull your chair out for you and then starting on my cake before you had yours. I realised I was done for.
You demanded we leave immediately and stormed out of the cafe, me running quickly behind. The car ride back to your place was eerie and silent, I was locked alone with my thoughts of how you’d punish me – whip, cane, or perhaps something worse?