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Waiting is a form of bondage. Obey.
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Waiting is a form of bondage. Obey.  Pooky woke from passionate dreams. The sheets were soft beneath her; the night air cool against her skin. Her mind was at peace. Her body and her soul were salved by the previous evenings…activities. Everything was perfect….except… Except she was alone. Pooky remembered stirring at some ungodly early hour, and finding Bella getting out of bed. Work emergency or something. Had to be taken care of in person. She’d be able to take the day off when she was done. Back in a few hours. Wait for her. That was about all her sleepy head had been able to piece together. She had drifted back to sleep without giving it another thought. But, now that she had her wits about her, she would prefer she be curled up next to her, thank you very much. She rose from the bed and stretched, intertwining her arms as she raised them over her head. The feel of skin on skin was refreshing, and she took a moment to slide her hands down the length of her body, enjoying the feel of it, before she took stock. She had been told to wait here for Bella’s return. She had never been the patient type. She examined the bed as she thought about climbing back in, trying to get back to sleep. No, she thought. She needed a distraction. Maybe go to the living room and see if there was something mindless on Netflix. Maybe go for a jog, maybe clean. She needed to do something to help pass the time. But Bella had told her…what had she said exactly?” “Be a good girl for me and wait here until I get back.” Pooky shivered at the thought. She knew why it felt so incredible when she called her her “good girl,” but it still surprised her how much even the memory affected her. She loved being a good girl for…for Bella. But she hated the idea of waiting. Maybe just see if anything was on. One show, and she’d be in bed again before she was even back, waiting for him just like she’d asked. Yeah, that would work. She walked to the bedroom door, closed as it always was when they slept. She reached to turn the handle. “Oh, that’s curious,” Pooky thought. “Bella left her pendant hanging on the door.” It was a simple thing, just a small blue stone—Bella always said it matched her eyes—hanging from a plain cord. But Pooky knew just how simple it wasn’t. Hours spent, gazing into it, captivated by its every contour, every facet. Listening…obeying… Pooky smiled as she thought back to last night. It, like so many others before it, had started with Bella lifting that pendant, swaying slightly, just above her eye level. She spoke to her in that deep, sensual, commanding voice. And she was compelled to watch…and listen…and let her thoughts float away… She shook herself from her reverie, and raised her hand once more to the door handle. The pendant hung motionlessly beneath it. Stay Pooky froze. Her hand hung in midair, a few inches from its goal. Had the pendant just…? She stared at it, more intently. A fleck of light appeared across its surface and was gone. How had it…? The door. She was going to open the door. She strained for a moment, but her arm didn’t budge. What had happened? She was going to open the door. She had seen the pendant and…seen…the pendant… Pooky’s mouth slowly fell open, her eyes wide. There was something about the pendant. Maybe it was just a trick of the light. No, there it was again. It…she saw something. But she wasn’t sure what it was. She needed to look deeper… Deeper It was important that she stare at the pendant. What she saw came off one of the edges, but it didn’t start there. She was sure of it. The source was in the center of the pendant. That was where she needed to look. She needed to focus on the very center. She wasn’t there yet, but she would be, soon. She needed to look Deeper… Good girl Unconsciously, Pooky leaned forward. Her arm sagged as she did and brushed the handle which just a moment ago had been her sole aim. As she did, the contact caused the pendant to sway ever so slightly. Just like when…Pooky needed to watch the pendant. She needed to focus on the pendant. The pendant was all she saw. She needed to…needed to… Obey Pooky needed to obey the pendant. It was Bella’s pendant, and she did what Bella asked. She wanted to be a good girl for…for Bella, and good girls did as they were told. She was told to obey. Pooky was a good girl. Pooky did as she was told. Pooky obeyed. Relax In a heartbeat, Pooky’s muscles were almost completely limp. She fell back a step or two toward the bed, struggling to stay on her feet. Not for a second did her eyes leave the pendant. The pendant commanded her attention. The pendant commanded her. Bella had told her to stay. She was her good girl. She would do anything for B…for Bella…for…for… Submit Mistress…The word felt so wonderful in her head. So freeing. She was free now. Free to focus on the pendant. Free to stare deeper and deeper into the very center. She needed to look deeply. She needed to be hypnotized by the pendant. It was her Mistress’s pendant, and she did as her Mistress commanded. Down Pooky’s leg could not hold out any longer. She fell backward onto the bed. Somehow she managed to stay seated, the force of the pendant holding her vision and keeping her head up. This was so much easier. She could just relax now, and watch the pendant. Stare deeper and deeper…no stress…no worries…no thoughts…deeper…deeper…deep… Sleep … Pooky woke as the bedroom door opened. Feet still on the floor, she had fallen asleep sitting on the bed. She raised herself onto her elbows as Bella walked into the room. “You stayed here, I see. Although it looks like there may have been some indecision on your part,” Bella snickered as she closed the door behind her, slipping the pendant off the handle as she did so. “You’ve been a very good girl for me, Pooky. And good girls deserve a reward. And I have all day to reward you.” As she said this, she raised the pendant in front of Pooky, just above her eye level. She responded immediately, her eyes straining to focus on the pendant. Her face framed the jewel, and she saw her eyes, staring deeply into hers. She spoke, automatically, thought already draining from her mind: “Yes Mistress. I obey.” |
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