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I pushed the button that released the lock on the entrance to the apartment building and turned towards my apartment door. Cracking the door open I slipped my arm around to the front and placed the blindfold over the outside handle. He was coming. My heart rate picked up in anticipation. It was my turn to be in charge. My turn to use his body as my personal playground.

I stepped into my bedroom and listened as his footsteps echoed down the hallway. A hesitation briefly at my door before it slowly swung open. I watched as he stepped clumsily into my apartment, closing the door behind him, the click of the lock sliding into place echoed in the quiet. He stood there, blindfold covering his eyes, arms at his sides. His fisted hands the only sign of his emotions. That and the bulge in his jeans.

His breathing got louder in the quiet as he waited for me. But he didn’t move, or say anything. He’d followed my instructions completely. So far.

Stepping out of my room I walked towards him. “Very good David. You’ve followed through for me. You will be rewarded for that.” I trailed my fingertips across his chest and down his arm before lacing my fingers with his and leading him into the center of the living room. “However,” I said once I was standing directly in front of him. “You are ten minutes late, and for that disrespect I will have to punish you.”

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