There was no doubt in my mind who it was, because there was only one person in the world who knew how much I loved the gentle tugs on the ends as her fingers reached the idle curls at the bottom. My eyes flickered open, the easing ache that had sunk down to my bones making me feel lethargic and lazy. She knew I was awake because she started to gently hum my favorite song. I wanted to stretch out and curl into her but my body refused to move, the aching muscles complaining at the mere thought of it. “You made quite the impression, my pet.” I knew a compliment when I heard one, and the use of pet meant that the hiatus was over. “Thank you, Mistress.” “How bad is it?” “Just a couple of bruises, I think, Mistress.” Her hands started to untie the knot in the robe to part the material and I knew what was coming. She wanted to check out the damage to her pet. Most would think this lewd and intrusive, but it was her way of caring for me and making sure that there was no lingering damage.
