Master's Anger
I have this fantasy...of a Master's anger.
I was sitting curled up Indian style on my bed, staring down in horror at an innocent looking green phone.
"Oh my fucking God!" I moaned. "I don't believe it. I just did it again. After I did it to him last night. Oh my God I just fucking hung up on Master!"
In sudden panic I lunged forward and punched the on button to the phone. Then sat there rigid through the whole please hang up the phone bit and that blaring siren thing.
Remembering my cell phone I bolted off the bed and flung myself towards the kitchen. I managed to kick the hell out of the bedroom door frame as I passed through. So I hopped like a deranged idiot to my purse where I frantically turned that phone off as well. Then stood panting in the middle of my kitchen with my kicked toe throbbing and my heart pounding.
"I'm dead. I am so bloody dead!" I whimpered. "Master is going to throttle me. That or Release me. I'd rather go with the dead thing." I moaned.
He knew that things were pretty rough for me right now. I had just finalized my divorce. I was living in a new apartment, and back working for the first time in twelve years.
Hardest of all to deal with was the fact that the boys I had stayed home all those years for were living most of the time with their father.
So Master had been very patient with me over the past few months. But when I hung up on him last night over something even I tearfully admitted was ridiculous he had snapped a bit.
"I won't release you, you bad mannered little hell katt. I fucking own you and that is NOT going to change brat. But so help me next time you hang up on me for any reason I will make the trip to Minnesota and beat your fucking ass black and blue for weeks!"
I had meekly sworn to him that I wouldn't hang up on him any more. And here I stood less then a day later having just done it again.
I knew what I was doing was only making things worse for myself. But I could not bring myself to turn either phone back on.
And I stayed away from the computer as if it were a carrier for the Black Plague.
I was fairly confident that Master meant it when he said that he wouldn't Release me. I knew he loved that he owned me so totally. The fact that he was the first man who had ever taken me so fully, heart and soul, body and mind.
So no, he probably wouldn't release me. But damn would he snarl at me!
I wasn't worried about his threat of making the sixteen hour trip here to Minnesota. I mean after all, he had a job. He had a life. Wasn't like he'd just take off for Minnesota simply to punish me for reverting momentarily to my old bad kitty ways.
I'd just call him tomorrow and beg his forgiveness.
We had been working out plans for months concerning my taking a vacation so that we could finally meet.
When I was in one of my hyper, bouncy brat kitten moods I'd tease Master about my small misbehaviors.
"Just add it to the list of the things to punish me over when me meet, my One." I'd purr.
"I am." He'd answer succinctly.
And my stomach would roll in sudden, total sexual excitement.
So yeah, was pretty much a definate that when we did meet, it would probably be a month after I got back to Minnesota before I was sitting with ease or able to walk straight.
I slept, the very little I did that night on the couch. I didn't want to even see that intimidating lap top. I was so scared about facing the results of my stupid, volcanic hellion Irish temper!
And so of course then I woke up late and had to fly around the apartment like a maniac to get out the door in time to not be late for the job I'd barely started.
Was three of four hours later before I remembered that I hadn't turned either phone back on.
"Oh shit!" I groaned, slumping back against the pile of boxes I was filling with flyers for a local pizza place. "This is not good. This is a fucking world of NOT good!"
And then I ended up working almost sixteen hours because a job that had to done by the next day was totally screwed up and had to done over.
I wanted to make a good impression at this new job. Plus I really needed the money.
When I finally got back home I slumped in exhaustion on the sofa. I pulled my shoes off and rubbed my aching feet.
"I'll turn the phones back on in just a minute." I mumbled to myself and laid my head back against the sofa.
And woke up with twenty minutes to get ready for my bus.
Top all that off? I forgot to turn the damn phones on again!
I actually yelped in dismay when I remembered. And the cutter operator I was working with nearly lost both hands to his machine's blade.
Needless to say it was not a good day after that.
I was so upset when I got home. It's really not fun working with a man who obviously would like to beat the shit out of you. Even if that man admittedly has a hell of a good reason for wanting to.
I could not make myself turn the phones on. I was so stressed I'd just have gone nuts on Master I told myself.
And then I woke up the next morning to discover that with all the recent commotion, emotion and confusion, I hadn't paid the phone bill when I should have!
My phone had been disconnected.
"Cell phone! He can call to ream my ass out over my cell phone!"
Uh-huh. Yeah. If I could have found the fucking cell phone!
In that first night's panicked frenzy I had obviously stuffed the cell phone some place isanely idiotic. And now I couldn't find it!
I tore my apartment down to ground zero looking for that hell spawned thing. I didn't find it.
I screamed then, and kicked the nearest door. Then hopped around half hysterically on the uninjured foot trying to get ready with enough time to spare to pay the phone bill over the nearest public pay phone.
"Dead, dead, I am sooo fucking dead!" I moaned waiting for my bus and working on getting my phone turned back on.
"It should be turned back on sometime today." The polite, perky, professional voice informed me.
"Bloody well better be!" I snarled into the phone. "Er, uh...sorry, have a nice day." I finished in a rush and slammed the phone down, totally humiliated.
"I'm going insane!" I whimpered. "No. I am insane. Gods, just let me make it through this day! I'll be a good girl from now on." I vowed. "I swear!"
I called my phone from work every chance I could safely sneak. When I finally connected with my answering machine I nearly passed out in relief.
I would go home and immediatly call Master to beg for his forgiveness. All I could do was hope he would let me explain this whole series of insane events!
Can honestly say I'd never worked a longer day in my life.
And I think the bus ride home took at least two years!
I would have run the block to my apartment if the clothes I'd changed into from my work uniform hadn't included a short skirt and rather high heels.
The clothes I had brought with to change into today after work were ones I knew my Master would like.
It was a subconscious desire to say that I did want to please him. And that I was so sorry for doing the exact thing he had told me not to.
Of course my stupid key stuck and gave me the usual two or three minute battle. I was so going to complain about the damn door one of these days!
My phone was ringing when I finally got into my apartment. Almost killed myself getting to it. Luckily weren't any fucking doors to go through or I'd have been hopping and howling for sure. I can't get through a door at a rushed run without kicking the door frame. Poor depth perception really sucks.
"Hello?" I answered, trying not to pant the word out. "Hello? Hello?"
A dial tone filled my ear and I growled. Oh come on. How hard is it to have enough manners to say sorry, wrong number?
I kicked my heels off. The shoes were sexy, but damn, ouch.
I needed to grab a bottle of water before I called Master. I had a feeling that the conversation would have a lot of dry throat moments.
I was almost to the fridge when my doorbell rang.
"Oh fine!" I snarled to myself. "Give me no breaks life!"
For some reason the little bit of mail sent to me had been showing up in every mailbox but mine the last month or so.
I hoped no one lazy was just throwing anything important away.
I went to the door and flung it open.
Then gawked in shock at the figure filling that door way.
"Oh my God." I gasped.
I almost slammed the door. It goes with the hanging up thing I guess. And I was just so startled.
"Hello slut." He barked.
I freaked. I panicked. I turned to bolt. But he was too fast for me and grabbed my arm.
"Kneel now or I will really be angry!"
I looked up into those blazing emerald eyes and thought, oh fuck me, he's already furious!
Oh my God, I am in soooo much trouble! He's here. He came here. He's actually right here! Why the hell did I act so fucking stupid. I shouldn't ever have turned off the phones. I should have called him right back.
Now he's standing here in front of me and oh fuck does he look pissed!
I was so intimidated and sorry and felt so bad that salty, stinging tears filled my eyes.
"I am not telling you again. Kneel NOW!"
He took a step towards me and I just dropped, slipping bonelessly into that second kneel that he has taught me. I slid my thighs wide for him, arched my back, and put my hands behind me.
I know that normally Master wants to see his submissive's eye. And I knew in this case to keep mine lowered.
"Good girl." He moved behind me to tie my hands tightly in place. "We meet a bit earlier then expected, don't we little katt?"
"Yes Master. I would have still come."
