Work week blues
Added 2022-01-14 16:34:16 +0000 UTCYour work week comes to an end, and you finally get to see them again. Finally get to lose yourself in submission once more.
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The world slowed to a crawl, as, unbidden, thoughts of what was coming that night filled your mind. The image of you lost in submission before them, mindless and drooling, was all you could think about. Until someone said your name. The workday wasn’t done. Not yet.
When you did get to see them that night, you settled into an easy conversation. But a part of you was waiting, desperate. With the week you had had, you wanted more than anything to just be pulled into a mindless state where you didn’t have to think, only obey.
Something on your face must have shown. They stopped mid-sentence, and came closer to you, setting their cup on the countertop. “Hey, what’s wrong? Something on your mind?” They asked. You tried to dodge the question, but they persisted, eventually dragging it out of you.
They nodded. “That’s fair. From what you were saying, it’s been a long week.” They cracked that smile of theirs that set your heart racing. A smile that promised mischief and wickedness, and so much more that your heart desired. “Okay, come on over here, toy.”
It didn’t take long. Between a pocket watch and their voice, your mind stood no chance of resistance, even if you had wanted to. It wasn’t long before you were the perfect picture of that thought you had earlier. Mindless, drooling, on your knees before them.
