When my bratty young submissive Rylee opened the door for me, I was all business. No smiles. No pleasantries. I just slowly reached out and grabbed her by the throat with one hand. Advancing slowly into the room (I didn’t want the girl to trip after all), my grip forced her back into a wall. I wanted to signal that I intended this night’s session to be a little more strict and intense than usual. So I gave her throat a slight but perceptible squeeze. And I watched her brown eyes widened with surprise and a little confusion.
But as they use to say in the Army: no plan survives first contact with the enemy. I had originally envisioned and planned for something very specific this evening. So I had even called ahead and told Rylee what I wanted ready by the time I got there. But as usual she had ideas of her own. Like I said: she’s a brat.
So the moment I burst through the door I took in two things. First: Rylee had followed my instructions about neatly laying out all our to
