Waiting

He waited patiently.  But then he would have waited forever.

For her.

For whatever she had planned. For whatever she had in mind.

For whatever was his fate.

He would dare not move.  Or raise his eyes.  The sound of her footsteps echoing loudly as she descended the stairs precisely.  He counted the exact seconds she stood on each stair before stepping down the next.  He knew exactly how many more stairs there were to go before she would stand in front of him.

The sight of her feet being the first thing that came into his view and the tip of the crop that she held languidly in her hand, yet knowing her grip on it would change all too quickly.

He had openly presented himself.

For her.

For whatever she had planned. For whatever she had in mind.

For whatever was his fate.

He breathed in deeply, her scent filling his nose, drawing comfort from her close proximity to him and her aroma.  Regardless of what was to come his way he drew comfort in her presence.  Revelling in her attention, that she had yet to bestow on him.  Yet savouring every moment he was in her presence.  He was obediently waiting for his Owner, his lover, his everything.

And he, Her cherished pet.  Her toy. Her boy.

Her everything.

His waiting was over.