Pressure free, relief.
A pressure-free afternoon poop. Me, stretched out on the couch, completely comfortable, working away on my assignments like I have absolutely nothing else to worry about. School costs far too much for me to walk away in the middle of an exam just to take a shit. So, theres no point in rushing.
I slide to the edge of the couch, relax, and let my body do what its been waiting far too long to do. And just like that, it starts coming out on its own. No rushing. No straining. Just me, getting comfortable and letting go of something Ive been holding in for.. honestly, Ive lost count.
But I imagine youre getting hungry by now. Its been a while, hasnt it?
If I owned you, youd already know exactly where you belonged: crawling over to me, settling beneath me, and waiting patiently for your next instruction. You wouldnt get to decide when you were finished. Youd wait for every piece, taking it as it came, swallowing before preparing yourself for the next. No hesitation. No complaints. And certainly no turning away.
And dont think Id overlook a single detail when it came to cleaning me up, either. Id expect your full attention, because missing even the smallest bit would tell me you werent paying attention to the job youve been given.
And trust me, you wouldnt want to give me a reason to correct you.
Because if you failed to do exactly as you were told, the consequences would be considerably less comfortable than the afternoon you spent serving me.
And I certainly wouldnt be nearly as kind about delivering them.
