Tushy - Carolina Sweets - Obedience -

“Yes, sir.”

He handed her a tissue for her tears. Then he kissed her forehead—soft, almost tender.

Marcus opened the door without a word. Tall, dark-suited, expression unreadable. He stepped aside, and she entered the minimalist apartment—gray walls, soft lighting, and a single leather chair in the center of the living room.

“Good evening, Carolina,” he said, voice low. Tushy - Carolina Sweets - Obedience

The crawl was slow, deliberate. Her silk dress rode up, but she didn’t stop to fix it. When she reached him, she leaned forward and drank from the glass, lips finding the rim, water spilling down her chin. She didn’t wipe it away. That would be a hand.

Again. Harder. “Two.”

When he stopped, he set the brush aside. His hand rested on her back, warm and still. “You’ve done well,” he murmured. He unbuckled the cuff, rubbed her wrists, helped her sit up. She was shaking, but her eyes were clear. “Yes, sir

“Good evening, sir,” she replied, eyes down.

He circled her slowly. “You remember the safeword?”

He walked to the chair and sat, legs spread, watching her. “You came here because you wanted to be told what to do. But obedience without trust is just performance. So tell me—why should I trust your surrender?” Tall, dark-suited, expression unreadable

The first command was simple: Kneel. She did, silk pooling around her knees on the cold floor. Hands behind your back. She complied, wrists crossing instinctively. He bound them with a soft leather cuff—not tight, just present. A reminder.

He stopped behind her. His hand brushed the back of her neck, and she felt a shiver—not fear, but anticipation. “Then let’s begin. Obedience isn’t about breaking you. It’s about showing me what you’ll give freely.”

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He gestured to a low table beside him. On it rested a wooden hairbrush and a small glass of water. “You will crawl to me, drink this water without using your hands, and then place yourself over my knee. No hesitation. No words unless spoken to. Do you understand?”

“Same time next week?” he asked.