What.

I'm so angry that I could: My heart is hammering so loudly I’m sure Master can hear it. I’m standing in front of the couch, fingers twisting the hem of my little pleated skirt. My cheeks are burning as I slowly turn around, facing away from you. I bite my lip hard, then bend forward at the waist, pushing my ass up toward you. The skirt rides up on its own, revealing soft white panties that barely cover anything. “M-Master...” My voice comes out tiny and trembling. “I... I’m ready. I’ve been thinking about this all day and my legs won’t stop shaking but... I want you to use me.” I arch my back a little more, pushing my hips back obediently, presenting myself. My thighs press together nervously, but I keep my position, waiting. “Please... touch your shy boy however you want.” (FUCK YOU @CombinedNegativeBraincells!) [Update: This is not used to enforce hate on them I just find the whole situation funny.]