![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aldersprigFirst: http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/958781.html
Steven’s new — potentially temporary — mistress walked around him twice. She was barefoot, but he could still hear every footstep shusshing through the soft carpet.
“I had someone picked out. I’d met with him and we’d clicked in a practice session. Tell me why I shouldn’t return you and demand recompense for the insult.”
Steven swallowed. She had come back in front of him and, with tell me, she sat down so she could look him in the eyes. He risked holding the look for a heartbeat before dropping his eyes to the floor.
“I’m...” He coughed and tried again. “They were trying to get rid of me, mistress. If you send me back, well, subs don’t exist legally and I don’t exist in their paperwork.” He looked up at her and took a gamble. “I’m invisible. And you know what happens to invisible people.”
He was looking at her feet, but he could see that it struck home anyway. Her toes tensed. “Yeah.” He thought he heard her voice crack. “Yeah, I do.”
Steven dove into the opening. “Look, I’m not Silver-Quill trained, not properly. You were looking at a nice petboi, a butler, right? I can’t do everything he could, probably, but I’m a good sub. I can make you happy. Just please, don’t send me back there.” He bent down as well as he could, pressing his forehead to her feet. “Please.”
She was quiet for so long that he was certain he’d blown it. He got ready to run; he didn’t want to be on the lam again, but it was better than ending up in the Silver Quill’s oubliette.
“Tell me something.”
He looked up at her cautiously. “Mistress?”
“Are you even a sub? Really?”
Steve ducked his head, fighting against a blush. “Yeah. Yeah I am, Mistress. I-— I spent most of my life hiding it, fighting it. But I think I am.”
“Think.” She made a rumbling noise in the back of her throat; it took Steve a moment to identify it as a laugh. “Won’t we be a pair, then?”
He risked a peek. “Mistress?”
“Yeah. Yes, it appears that I’m going to be that.” She patted his head lightly. “Let’s see if can do this, mmm?”
Steven’s new — potentially temporary — mistress walked around him twice. She was barefoot, but he could still hear every footstep shusshing through the soft carpet.
“I had someone picked out. I’d met with him and we’d clicked in a practice session. Tell me why I shouldn’t return you and demand recompense for the insult.”
Steven swallowed. She had come back in front of him and, with tell me, she sat down so she could look him in the eyes. He risked holding the look for a heartbeat before dropping his eyes to the floor.
“I’m...” He coughed and tried again. “They were trying to get rid of me, mistress. If you send me back, well, subs don’t exist legally and I don’t exist in their paperwork.” He looked up at her and took a gamble. “I’m invisible. And you know what happens to invisible people.”
He was looking at her feet, but he could see that it struck home anyway. Her toes tensed. “Yeah.” He thought he heard her voice crack. “Yeah, I do.”
Steven dove into the opening. “Look, I’m not Silver-Quill trained, not properly. You were looking at a nice petboi, a butler, right? I can’t do everything he could, probably, but I’m a good sub. I can make you happy. Just please, don’t send me back there.” He bent down as well as he could, pressing his forehead to her feet. “Please.”
She was quiet for so long that he was certain he’d blown it. He got ready to run; he didn’t want to be on the lam again, but it was better than ending up in the Silver Quill’s oubliette.
“Tell me something.”
He looked up at her cautiously. “Mistress?”
“Are you even a sub? Really?”
Steve ducked his head, fighting against a blush. “Yeah. Yeah I am, Mistress. I-— I spent most of my life hiding it, fighting it. But I think I am.”
“Think.” She made a rumbling noise in the back of her throat; it took Steve a moment to identify it as a laugh. “Won’t we be a pair, then?”
He risked a peek. “Mistress?”
“Yeah. Yes, it appears that I’m going to be that.” She patted his head lightly. “Let’s see if can do this, mmm?”
no subject
Date: 2015-07-25 11:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-26 02:23 pm (UTC)