This Is Where It Starts  Part 2

He growls a command
nothing intelligible and yet I speak this language fluently.
I nod my consent,the quietest murmur from my lips, could result in multiple punishments; not in the least, he deciding that I am unworthy of his attentions
The Master is fully aware of the dog at the window, but it is unclear yet what type of mood he may be in.
Every flutter of my heart, feels as if a flock of birds,starlings maybe,are on the verge of taking flight.
He stares at me, the weight of his gaze more than I can bear and I quickly,oh so quickly,glance into his eyes
Will this anger him or arouse him,I do not know
I only know that each sip of air I dare take is a priceless gift.
The shades rattle closed. No one there to witness my ecstasy. The man at the window is no ore.
The drawer on the shelf slides almost noiselessly out. I have nothing but my imagination to wonder what he will use.
I sit as still as possible, the braid in my hair the only concession to vanity,my clothing only a pair of white cotton panties. I am on my knees.
I hear him,fingers going through the props,curling around an object,only to abandon it for something with more weight.
I am breathless.
Knowing if I show the slightest approval or arousal it could all be over.
At last, he steps in my direction, boots gritting on the floor until they stop in front of me.
A wooden crop catches me under the chin, forcing  my gaze up and up; ever upward to meet those cold blue eyes, they turn green when he is like this.
He studies my face, my eyes.His features contorting into amusement. It's wicked.
I try to keep the small wicked smile off my own face, although he can see the excitement in my eyes. "Are you ready,dear?" He asks.....