Drabble - Fed
The lull before the storm? I have more than an arm up my sleeve *g* This little offering is for them that wants it.
Being fed by hand, he thinks, is probably the most intimate act of all. He is kneeling but then he is always kneeling. His joints ache beyond belief but he wants to kneel for Sir, wants to earn Sir’s favours and aching joints? A price worth paying? Oh, for sure.
But being fed; it’s so soothing, so restful. A part of him enjoys being controlled on the most basic level. He can only eat what Sir gives him, wear what Sir tells him to wear, speak when he’s told he can speak. He’s fought it for days, weeks, he’s lost track of time. But he knows he won’t deny his subside any more. It’s an intrinsic part of him, whether he admits it or not.
He opens his mouth and carefully takes the olive, unable to resist a sly lick of his Sir’s finger. The slap he receives for taking the liberty is not hard enough to knock him to the floor. Maybe there is a chink in Sir’s defences too. He hopes so, he want more. Much, much more.
Being fed by hand, he thinks, is probably the most intimate act of all. He is kneeling but then he is always kneeling. His joints ache beyond belief but he wants to kneel for Sir, wants to earn Sir’s favours and aching joints? A price worth paying? Oh, for sure.
But being fed; it’s so soothing, so restful. A part of him enjoys being controlled on the most basic level. He can only eat what Sir gives him, wear what Sir tells him to wear, speak when he’s told he can speak. He’s fought it for days, weeks, he’s lost track of time. But he knows he won’t deny his subside any more. It’s an intrinsic part of him, whether he admits it or not.
He opens his mouth and carefully takes the olive, unable to resist a sly lick of his Sir’s finger. The slap he receives for taking the liberty is not hard enough to knock him to the floor. Maybe there is a chink in Sir’s defences too. He hopes so, he want more. Much, much more.