Beware of what you wish for; it might just come true.
Just a few moments earlier she had listened as Sir got dressed. She had never been blindfolded before.
Each time he stopped touching her and walked around the room mysteriously she anticipated where she would feel him next. It might be something sweet and slow like the warmth of his breath near her hips… Or it may be something sharp and short; the sting of his palm against her behind. At it seemed that whatever it was she was anticipating, the opposite would happen.
Before he left she’d listened to every move he made, picturing it all behind the soft satin of the blindfold. She’d heard the rustle of fabric. The zip of his jeans. His belt being buckled. The clip of his watch being fastened to his wrist. She’d listened as he gathered his belongings - saying not a single word to her - and strode heavily toward the door.
She followed each step he made through sound alone; the tiny crunch of short pile carpet and the gentlest tremble of the floorboards beneath it. Then the short metal thud as he unlocked the door and the gentle whine of opening. Before he left he’d called over to her.
“Say thank you, slave.”
“Thank you, Sir.”