I sit, waiting for him – poised. Ready.
I breathe steadily, trying to clear my mind. Still, thoughts of past sessions come to mind unbidden, and I have to work to remain still, to fight the urge to squirm, to touch.
It’s been weeks since he introduced me to this life, since he began to teach me. I’m a quick learner, he tells me.
He’s shown me so many things. Brought me to new heights I never dreamed possible.
He plays my body as skillfully as he does his guitar, leaving me longing for more.
The door opens.
“Hello, my pet.”