A/N: My first ever drabble! After a hard few days revising, this image grabbed hold and wouldn't let go. No sex, but still kinky, hence I've been over-cautious in the rating.
He knelt in the center of the room, naked, waiting for his Master, palms resting on his thighs. He was blindfold; but for him, darkness didn't mean silence. He heard the approach of his Master, knew that he'd stopped by the tray of implements, waited for him to select a toy, wondered what he would feel first - the kiss of a whip or the bite of a crop. It was all one to him; whatever was chosen would allow him to fly free of himself. His breathing grew labored in anticipation of the pain and his cock dripped steadily.
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