I wait patiently, toying at my collar idly. You're late. You're never late, but I trust you have your reasons. I sit by the front door kneeling, my back arched, my hole still trembling from our morning ritual, a dull feeling, a constant reminder.
The sound of a car, and a door opening and closing. My hand shoots away from my collar, I blush in guilt, I got careless. My mouth opens in readiness, you may not want to use me this way but it's our rule, your rule.
A figure behind enameled glass, the chink of keys in the door and as it swings open not a foot away from me my eyes light up and my butt waggles.
Except.
It's not you.
The sound of a car, and a door opening and closing. My hand shoots away from my collar, I blush in guilt, I got careless. My mouth opens in readiness, you may not want to use me this way but it's our rule, your rule.
A figure behind enameled glass, the chink of keys in the door and as it swings open not a foot away from me my eyes light up and my butt waggles.
Except.
It's not you.