Â Microfantasy Monday is a weekly writing exercise brought to us by Ang, the Sweltering Celt. This week’s theme is “Balance“.Â
(apologies for being late.. but .. bite me >;-) )
Centered in the room, a short plank, under that a steel cylinder.Â Rings hang from eye hooks in the ceiling, and from them, a nude woman, glistening with sweat.Â she holds onto the rings, muscles making minor adjustments, bare feet on the polished wood of the plank.Â Nipple clamps, each with a light-weight chain clipped to a ring, tug in response to subtle changes in her balance.
she has held this pose, balanced, for 34 minutes and 15 seconds now.Â She knows the exact duration thanks to a clock ticking loudly on the wall in front of her.Â Footsteps on the floor above signal that She is coming back down, having finished Her dinner.Â she feels some pride — the first time she barely lasted 10 minutes before falling painfully to the floor.Â As the footsteps descend, she takes a deep breath, anticipating what comes next.
“You have done well, little one, and I know you will continue to make me proud,” She picks a crop from the array on Her table and fingers it as She lets Her eyes run across her body.Â She reaches out with the crop and lightly brushes one nipple, causing her to cry out involuntarily, which caused Her to narrow Her eyes and smile.
“Now, little one, let go of the left ring and reach between your legs, I want you to tell me how wet you are.”
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