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you're in a bit of a strange position, honestly.
well, less strange and more just embarrassing. but it doesn't matter; the director gets what she wants. if it is you, kneeling with your hands behind you that she wants, then that is the position you will take. with grace and poise, you sit at her feet awaiting further instructions.
the director, strict as ever, sits on her bed while eyeing your posture. as always, she finds no faults. you are obedient to your very core, after all. it's her favourite quality of yours. always ready to please her, no matter in what way.
if she is a maestro, then you are her violin's strings, which she bends and strokes perfectly to create the melody she's looking for.
her voice is the only bow she needs to play you.
“neck.” she commands.
you lift your head to let her hands creep around your throat, and sit up on your knees. she slowly wraps a collar around your neck and clicks it closed. the leash isn't forgotten; she links it to the collar and wraps the end around her hand once.
you sit back down. your hands clasp each other, half for insurance that they'll stay where she wants them and half to have something to grip in order to calm your breathing. you've been at this for a while, now, after all. you think of glancing at the clock, but forego it when the director beckons you closer.
like any good dog, you crawl right to your owner.
she pulls on the end of the leash, towards her lap.
oh, what a kind master she is, rewarding you so sweetly.