Stay

In the beginning it was just a simple rule. Stay put. It made her nervous and excited. It made her happy because it was an easy rule to follow. It made her pout because it was too easy, she wanted to show him that she could do more. She could be a good girl. She could be useful in all sorts of ways.

The place she was asked to stay was his lap, which was sweet. She tried to be still as he typed on his computer. Occasionally he got up, but she was to stay in the living room, waiting for him to return.

He brought her tea and petted her hair and she tried to be patient and unobtrusive while he worked.

The reality crept up after the second hour.

“Sir, can I-”

“Shh,” he said, putting a finger over her lips.

She quieted down. There was a pressure building between her legs. Too much tea. It made her jittery and have to pee. She wasn’t sure how to ask without braking her silence.
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