The Path of Amy

The doorbell rings. I watch as you move forward naked and nervous. The lights are off as you close the distance to the front door. You give a startled jump and I imagine your heart flutters as I flick on the lights above you. Seeing you looking back at me meekly I know you are terrified but at the same time excited. Your hand reaches for the knob as I watch your exquisite figure tease me with every step.

Flash back 1 hour:

“I know I said I would try, but not today please” you pout at me in just the right way to try and ensure my response is to your liking.

My reply of “That is what you said the last three times!” is not to your liking at all. Regardless of your attitude about the facts they still remain the truth, and I have no intention of allowing you to weasel your way out of my promised prize yet again. I see you carefully considering your response as you try to find some way around it. We both know however that you knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to involve all manor of kink into all aspects of our lives. At your core you are a loyal and compartmentalized person. The struggles of sharing yourself and possibly me strain your core of loyalty while your compartmentalizing tendencies begin clashing with the compartment breaking that is kinkiness. With all aspects of all times and all people open for play I fear you will recoil rather than embrace the experience. Tonight, will be a simple test. A straightforward answering of the door naked. Relatively safe and tame but a good start. With some more minimal back and forth we agree to order food and have you answer the door fully naked regardless of who is delivering it. Your nerves are on edge and I am still unsure if you will be able to follow through. I wait patiently for the food to arrive and watch your magnificent chest sway with your hypnotic hips as your hand finally reaches towards the knob.