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He’s trembling on the cold linoleum floor, with his head bowed and rope coiled around his wrists. His eyes keep darting to the edge of the room where a single candle sputters. He was supposed to be silent, yet he laughed. I warned him, earlier. “Speak when I say.” He chose not to listen.
The candlelight dances across his features, painting them in shades of guilt and anticipation. “Come,” I command. He stands, but his gaze does not meet my eyes. I circle him, as the leather strap in my hand swallows the light. “Listen,” I say, as my fingertips brush the strap’s surface. His head snaps up, and his eyes are wide and pleading. I lay the strap across his chest. “Your mistake was not in the sound you made, but in the thought that you could speak without consequence.”
“Speak when I say.”
I pull the strap tight to mark the line between pleasure and pain. He breathes in, then exhalates deeply.
I step back, watching the rope’s tautness settle. The candle flickers, casting a glow that makes his silhouette look like a statue caught mid-cry. In this moment, I am both judge and caretaker. I’m the one who decides how far the line can be drawn before it snaps.
“You will write,” I state clearly, “twenty verses of apology tonight. Each line must be a confession as to why you are apologizing.” He nods, as I push a blank sheet of paper toward him with my boot, and toss a pen in front of him on the floor. I watch the way his hand trembles with each word. The punishment is not merely in the strain of the strap, but in the exposure of his truth. He is no longer the naughty sub who thought his voice mattered when it didn’t, he’s a fraction of a man who is trying to earn back my trust.
When he finishes, I untie his wrists, letting the rope slide free. “Thank you, Mistress,” he whispers.
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