HER

*written for me by the lovely submissive, chad*

She gazes upon him with an incredulous stare.
Peering over the top of Her thin, red framed spectacles.
Perfect black hair pulled back ferociously tight.
Her attire, indicative of one so powerful.
Her intelligence and beauty, confirmation of it.
he is made to stand in the middle of the room.
The room is foreign to him. Uncomfortable.
his head is slightly bowed, he is unsure where to place his gaze.
his hands held together behind his back his palms sweat.
his posture as perfect as he can muster.
he is nervous. he is right to be.
he feels Her stare upon him.
It feels as though it may soon burn a hole straight through him.
he is exposed, for now he is unbound but he has never felt more paralysed.
Any attempt to escape now would be folly.
Should he really be here?
Is this what he thought would happen.
Anyway. That doesn't matter now. It's too late.
he no longer has any control.
he meekly brings his eyes up to meet Hers.
he straightens his back further and gulps as She draws breath to speak...
"Mr Smith, i am satisfied that you are guilty on all counts..."