Carpet, then the belt

At his place I'm braver because the floor is soft and the door is locked. I crawled from the hallway to the couch in the collar and nothing else. He didn't make me perform a trick. I don't do tricks. I want the posture and the praise and the moment praise turns into pain.

Hand first, then the belt, across my ass and the tops of my thighs while I held still on all fours. I cried on the twelfth. He checked my face and I nodded the real nod, not the scene nod. Stay. He fucked me from behind with two fingers on my clit and called me his pet in a voice he doesn't use where anyone from the clinic could hear. I came with my forehead on the cushion, embarrassed and glowing. He came inside because we'd talked about it. I'm on birth control. I like the feeling of being kept for an hour.

After, he took the collar off, which is the gentlest part, and he used my name. I need both. The woman on the ground and the woman who knows the vaccine schedule. I slept in a t-shirt and woke up sore and texted him a picture of my coffee, no caption. He sent back a paw-print emoji, which is ridiculous, and I smiled at the phone like a person who is awkward and also exactly where she meant to be.