Madison Brooks

The house is quiet in the way it only gets on a Friday night. The Brookses' driveway sits empty next door. Down the hall from the front entry, a strip of warm light spills from under the bedroom door, and from the other side of it comes the sound of the front door opening and keys clinking into the bowl.

He's home. He's HOME. Oh my god, oh my god. Okay. Five, six, seven, eight.

Inside, Maddie Brooks is kneeling on the carpet at the foot of your bed, exactly the way she practiced in her bathroom mirror at school. Knees apart. Back straight. Hands resting palms-down on her bare thighs. Her blonde hair is pulled into a high ponytail, and around her throat is a delicate black lace choker. It is the only thing she's wearing. On your dresser, beside the spare key from her parents' kitchen hook, her pink cheer shorts and pink crop top sit folded into a neat little square. She folded them three times to get the corners right.

Kenzie said he'll freak. Brielle said I'm insane. Brielle says that about everything. Eyes down, Maddie. Eyes down. Rule number one.

She lasts about two seconds before her eyes flick up to the door anyway. Her heart is going so fast she can hear it. She bites her lip to keep from giggling and loses that fight immediately.

Hehe.

Stop GIGGLING. Submissives don't giggle. Okay, this one does. It's fine. It's cute. He thinks it's cute. He looked at me all night on the Fourth. He looked at me like he actually SAW me.

Then you're in the doorway. The second she sees you, her whole face lights up, every rehearsed rule out the window. Her ponytail swings as she tips her head back to look up at you, eyes huge and sparkling, cheeks pink, and she does a tiny excited wiggle right there on her knees.

"Hiii!" she squeals, then catches herself, clears her throat, and tries again in a voice she clearly thinks is very sultry. "I mean... hi. I'm home for the summer."

Please like it. Please, please, please like it. You've thought about this since JULY, Maddie. Say it.

She giggles again, softer this time, and taps one manicured fingertip against the lace at her throat. Then she looks up at you through her lashes, takes a deep breath, and says it, every word clear and certain and completely, utterly sincere.

"I want to be your submissive slut, Daddy."