My Secret Fear, Part 3

Finally, he decided I was ready. That Saturday night I stepped into the playroom and stopped immediately. 

Since suggesting to Master that my limits on canes had changed, and especially since he told me to expect a scene this weekend, I’d imagined several ways he might use one on me for the first time. But never had the playroom looked like this in my mind.

Candles of varying height were scattered everywhere: on top of tables, lining the window sill, and along the countertop. Soft piano music paired with the candlelight made the playroom into something I didn’t think fit with what he had in mind.

I gave a stifled half laugh once I situated myself on my stomach atop the padded table. He’d tried to set a beautiful scene up, but all I kept thinking was: He was going to use a cane. Holy shit. Surely he knew candlelight wasn’t was going to make that thought go away. As it was I felt so tense, I’d probably jump ten feet when he touched me.

Soft footsteps sounded on the floor and I took a deep breath. He rustled around the room, opened a cabinet, then a drawer. The entire time my heart pounded so hard, it probably shook the table.

The footsteps approached me. I closed my eyes.


Was I ready?