It was said in Her characteristically caring voice, but that was also the voice that would brook no delay. From her position on her knees behind the duvet, “Sweetie” -or whatever name She chose to give her- couldn’t guess what She’d want. There were no clues in the quiet crackle of the fire, and the pendulous ticking of the clock. The room was unremarkably quiet, and did a good job of accentuating the shuffling of the girl’s knees on the floor.
Mistress would of course know she’d respond with alacrity; and as she came around the duvet, She placed her perfect heeled foot in her way. Her heart skipped a beat as the positioning told her immediately what She wanted, and she swallowed quickly without pausing in her crawl. Mistress’ voice help dispel any doubts she might have.