His instruction is different from any other in the past but I still obey automatically. My legs shake. I'm nervous but I obey.
“Joseph?” I know I shouldn’t speak but I desperately need his reassurance.
The room grows silent as he stops what he’s doing. He sits on the bed by my head and smiles down at me. “What is it, little one?”
“I’m nervous. Will you talk to me?”
Joseph’s smile grows wider as he leans down and kisses my nose. “I'm proud of you. Do you know why?”
“You told me what you needed.”
My eyes widen, as I understand exactly how important what he’s said –and what I’ve done- is. I’d been trained by a previous lover never to ask for more than I was given and I never believed I deserved more than that. Now, here I was, asking for my needs to be met.
“I-I…” Words cannot be found. My mouth is too dry to speak as I recognize I've come to this place because of Joseph.
“It’s all right. I'll talk you through this just like our earlier discipline sessions. Now reach your arms forward for me so I can secure them. Go down onto your elbows and stretch.”
(c) Paloma Beck, Tantalizing Tuesdays 2013