No need to ask nicely

The flip side of me asking very nicely for the bondage and abuse i crave, is that Miss doesn't have to ask at all.

She doesn't have to say anything, she can just do. And does. 

But i dream of her just speaking to me, quietly over breakfast, or just talking into my ear on the train in the way home. Not asking if she can do something but telling me. This will happen. When we get home these things will happen. I will do them and you will accept them. 

Whatever they are.

Whether I'd prefer something else ... no matter. 

And there would be the world going by unaware. Miss smiling sweetly at the world, the picture of ignorance. Me just processing what will happen. Coming to terms with my fate, with what will happen in private while the world passes on oblivious. 

Just not in a loud voice please Miss, no need to alarm the world. 

Just me.

 

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