she presented herself as ordered, wearing her favorite black open-cup bra with an attached padlocked collar, His favorite black thong, and a heavy dose of black lipstick. she knelt before the open doorway of their soundproofed playroom, her knees spread wide, her wrists crossed (and, in her imagination, secured together with an invisible rope) against her lower vertebrae, her head bowed with her lengthy black hair obscuring any clear vision she might otherwise have.
“Stand and enter.”
Without moving her wrists from their “secured” position behind her, she clamored to her feet, keeping her head bowed as she made her way toward the sound of her Master’s voice. Once His feet were within view, she stopped, and knelt again before Him.
He walked away from her. Part of her mind was disappointed, thinking that perhaps she had done something wrong; He rarely ever walked away from her unless she had been commanded to remain in a particular position or was bound to an immovable object. Still, her heart soared, for He would not have commanded her to appear in their sacred place – especially dressed in this manner – unless He truly wanted (desired? needed?) her presence.