I was waiting for you to come home
I am at the apartment, waiting for you to come home. You walk in the door, finally, and I command you to your knees. You drop the tools you hold and do as you are told. You want to argue, but cannot. You were looking forward to coming in and having a beer before dinner, but my appetite differs from yours this evening. You have the notion to yell "Ball", but your buzzing asshole keeps you from doing so. I go to the bedroom and get the blindfold. I bring it into the door way where you kneel and...