


The day moved like normal. She baked cookies in the kitchen, quietly, and I watched. Sometimes she'd silently inquire as to why I was watching her so intently, but I didn't answer. When I was ready I had her do some simple tasks for me. Just to test out my control. Push ups. Bounce for me. Wear the skirt I like, with the little knee highs. I want your hair in a ponytail. Make it tight enough to tug on. Follow me into the bedroom. Stand in the center. Put this blind fold on. Are you nervous?