An obedient girl

I hand you the package. You look at me quizzically.

“A demonstration that you are a good and obedient girl.”

You open it, and take out the envelopes, each carefully numbered. One to seven.

“You may choose them in any order. Other than number seven, which you must leave until last.”

“What are they?”

“Instructions.”

You pause, trying to read me. I give little away. “Choose one and open it.”

You flick through them, as though the almost plain envelopes might give some clue. Wondering, analyzing, whether the numbers on the covers might themselves give some clue. A sequence? To be followed, or broken? Would I have been logical, or deliberately not so.

You select number 1. Open it, neatly. Extract the sheet of fine-quality paper. Open it.

“Read it aloud.”

“By midnight tomorrow, you will fucked your arse with a butt plug, without using lube. As with each of the envelopes, you shall send me photographic evidence once the task is complete.”

You pause. “Do I really have to?”

“If you are a good girl.” I pause, and smile. “That is one of the easier ones, to start with. A fortunate draw, young lady.”

“And what is the punishment if I don’t.”

“Oh, there’s no punishment. This is not a test. It’s a demonstration of your obedience. I shan’t need to punish you.”