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[Potter]

You watched me for weeks. Either in the garage or out under the arboretum partially shaded from the hot sun. Sometimes sanding or planing the wood that we found up in the plains near a tree line, sometimes working the joints where the canopy rails mount to the bedposts.

In a white sundress you sat on a wicker chair mixing sugar into a glass of cold tea for me. Two spoonfuls, not much ice. My good girl. Meanwhile my back glistened and my skin grew that deep shade of red that I take during summer.

You marveled at the headboard and how tall it is while you ran your delicate hand up a sturdy post, your nails finding no resistance against the smoothness of the wood. "It seems sturdy...?" you questioned. It is sturdy, believe me.

Piece by piece I carried it into our sacred space. The veins in my forearm prominent while the hardware that will remain mostly unseen jingled, stirring you from within, bringing forth your need to be weak. Loops and cleats and tie-off points, all the possibilities running unbridled in your imagination. The hard dark wood against my thick legs while I fastened the parts, the deep earthy smell of the wood against the scent that is me. From behind you ran your finger down my naked back and by the time I turned you had it in your mouth. My good girl...but such a slut.

Now, looking down, you can see your pale skin against the dark footboard. Your ankles spread wide, the ropes that secure them running to a hidden point under the bed. You feel the coolness of the wood just under your ass cheeks and you desperately hope that your juices wont affect the stain. Looking up to either side your arms run out from you, up toward the canopy rails at the top of the bedposts, thick black leather cuffs caressing your soft wrists. Your body stretched firmly for me, your breasts pulled up by the position of your arms. Drops forming on the insides of your thighs.

In the adjoining bath the shower stops running. The steam that eminates from the doorway ebbs slightly and you hear me about, drying myself likely. After far too long I emerge and your eyes find the floor. My good girl. I pass to your right and begin making my selection from an assortment of floggers that Ive layed out on the new spread you found for our bed. I make my way around the post to stand before you and gently take your chin in my fingers to guide your eyes to mine, I see a touch of fear there, likely inspired by the heavy bullhide that Ive selected..."shall we see how sturdy it really is pet"?

[ScorpioSub]

I must say, I do like your style, though the pieces you've posted are much too short!

The only suggestion that I'd make is to avoid using the same word or words repeatedly within a paragraph (in this case the word "likely"). It's something I also tend to do and I try hard to avoid doing so. Perhaps because I'm the child of an English-major-turned-lawyer and a philosphy-major-turned-lawyer, that sort of thing grates on my nerves, even if I did turn out to be the science type.

Keep up the good work. I look forward to reading more.