Virtue

Arms stretched up above your head and toes balancing on the ground. Blindfolded.

A hard slap sends you spinning on your toes and round in circles. Giddy and breathless sobs.

Soft laughter in blackness beyond your blindfold and you feel your bottom lip being bitten gently and sucked.

Persuasive fingers slip between your buttocks and spread them gently and tickling.

More laughter and a harder bite down on your lip.

Pull away and nails rake down the insides of your arms and your lip swells up. It feels like it's bleeding slightly. Is it?

Silence and darkness. She moves so quietly, you can't even tell where in the room she stands or where she'll attack you from.

Breath on the back of your neck, warm and chilling at the same time, raising goosebumps with a delicate lick of your earlobe and a chuckle.

The fingers are back, under your arms, over your hard hard nipples, so hard they actually hurt, around your stomach and then vanish.

You wait shivering and impatient for what seems like an age

Your shivering turns to shaking as a cold metal collar is placed around your neck.

Your head is pulled backwards by your hair and into your ear, so close to those lips the words “Mine slut, all mine” are hissed. Her teeth graze your neck as she pulls away.

The slightest tongue-touch on your shivering skin is agony. Delicate licks – here, there, all over.

Shivering, moaning, desperate to touch, to be touched you're left strung up for another day.

Learning the virtue of patience is a hard lesson.