“No, just sit there.”

“Ok,” i say, with a shrug, “I can ~”

~ but he cuts me off with his hand over my mouth.  Gentle, but firm.  “Just sit,” he says.  “That doesn’t mean talk.”

i start to say “Ok” again, but stifle it just in time.

He is reading, an actual book, not something on his tablet.  i don’t know what book it is.  But he seems quite content to sit there with it, occasionally sipping from the glass of water next to him.

i sit at his feet.

After a while, i start to get restless.  i shift my weight.  Wiggle around a bit.  i’m sitting with my back to him, leading up against his chair, with my back between his legs, but i suddenly can’t sit still.

He place his hand on my head, says, “Find a comfortable position.  Go ahead.”  i shift a bit, move my legs, cross them, uncross them, until he says, “Stop.  That’s enough.  Get up on your knees, turn around, get up on your knees, and put your face in my lap.  Right here.”

Happily, i turn, settle down on my knees with my torso resting between his legs, my head resting on his upper thigh.  He fists one hand into my hair.  I wrap my arms around his body.

“Don’t move,” he says.  “This is time for you to be quiet and calm.  To think about our relationship, and the things i ask you to do that please me.  Think about placing yourself in my hands, giving yourself completely to me.  Think about obedience and what it means to you.  What it means to me.  And don’t move until i give you permission.”

And i don’t.  i don’t move and i do think about him and me and how much i want to be submissive to him, how much i love him.  i feel my breathing get slower; i feel calmer.

i think about how much i want to please my Master.  i think about the things that please him.

I stopped there, but of course I imagine that after a while, he thought about something that might please both of us, while I was there anyhow.  Or maybe he just slipped his thumb in my mouth and i continued in  my quiet meditative state.  

I imagine him stroking my hair away from my face…  Maybe he says it’s time for bed and tucks me in.

Maybe he asks me how I would like to please him now.  Or maybe this is a prelude to asking me if  I’ve broken any rules during the week and deciding any punishments due.  So many ways this could go…

Anyhow.  On a whole other note –  It’s interesting to me to notice that when I wrote this, I was still using a non-capitalized I for myself, but not capitalizing the H in he anymore.  This was maybe 2016.  And that bit of info is probably not interesting to anyone but me.   🥰