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CATEGORY: Picture.
Inspired by the picture "Crouched" (http://thetreehouse.net/ssc2004/images/04-crouched.jpg).
Despite the similarity in title and genre, this story and its characters are intended to be entirely independent of my previous picture entry, "Waiting".
487 words, excluding title, copyright notice, and introductory notes.
We have never met in person, but we have been planning this playdate for weeks. We have exchanged dozens of emails, carefully negotiating all the various details. Today is the appointed day. I leave for Mistress's apartment in good time. I have very specific instructions as to how to gain access, and exactly what I am to do once inside.
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The only surprise was how dark the playroom was. Deep-pile black carpet, black wallpaper, black paintwork, and a single black wooden chair on which I placed my neatly-folded clothes. I closed the heavy velvet curtains, and took up the silk scarf and disposable ear plugs that had been left for me. Planning my next movements carefully, I inserted the ear plugs, switched off the lights, moved swiftly to the approximate centre of the now completely-dark room, blindfolded myself with the scarf, and knelt, adopting the required position.
---oOo---
I have no idea how long I have been waiting now. I thought I heard the door open or close a while ago, but I could not be sure. Surely now, someone else is here with me. I can hear their breathing ... but no, perhaps it is just my own.
---oOo---
I continue to wait, and my nipples harden and brush subtly against the soft, luxurious carpet as I recall the commands from Mistress's last email. I am to maintain the position in complete silence, regardless of what happens next. I might have to wait patiently for hours, or perhaps for only a few minutes. There was a long list of things that might be done to me. I could be spanked, or paddled, or caned, or whipped. I could have hot wax dripped over me. My pussy or asshole could be used by anonymous persons who I would not even see. And I must not change position, or utter a sound, until given permission.
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My pussy feels quite wet now, and I long to reach back there and finger myself.
Wait! I think I can feel someone probing there!
As instructed, I quickly raise my hips and part my knees to allow easier access - but no, either they withdrew, or there was no-one there to begin with.
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Sometime - minutes, or hours? - later, I'm roused with a start from a dreamlike state that I must have fallen into. Despite the ear plugs, I'm sure that I heard the loud crack of a singletail. I steel myself for another crack, and a blow ... but long minutes pass and nothing happens.
---oOo---
I imagine Mistress gently removing the blindfold, shielding my eyes from the sudden rush of light. She holds me reassuringly, strokes my hair, and praises me for my patience and obedience ... but I open my eyes and find the blindfold is still there. I must continue to endure.
---oOo---
How much longer am I to wait like this? What other punishments, real or imaginary, must I suffer?