She crawls through the doorway and in to her Owner's house. Dress in her mouth, being careful not to trip on it.
Once she gets inside, she hears the door close behind her. She stops and kneels in the archway between the foyer and the hallway. She keeps her eyes trained on the floor in front of her, even though she desperately wants to look up and around... to see if her Owner is there. She listens for any indication of such.
She hears the door being locked behind her.. she is kneeling up, with the dress still hanging from her mouth. She places her hands behind her and waits.
A hand reaches in front of her face, from behind and the dress is taken away. Then the stranger's hand is placed on top of her head.. he softly rubs and an a warm comforting feeling washes over her.
"Good girl."
The stranger passes by her and his hand leaves her head, she is tempted to watch where he goes and what he does.. still also wondering if her Owner is there...somewhere.
But, she just keeps her eyes focused on the floor directly in front of her knees. Her ears perk at the sound of jingling chain.
The stranger returns and stand directly in front of her. She stares at his bare feet.
Hmmm.. she thinks to herself... nice feet.. lickable.. kissable.. she resists the temptation to lower herself to them...
"Look at me." He says firmly.
She looks up.. His face is kind.. shaven, and his eyes are blue.. steel blue a bit cold looking, but his soft smile is warm and inviting.
In his hand is a folded piece of purple paper. Which he hands to her and tells her to read. When she is finished she may ask any clarifying questions that she needs to, then she must remain quiet, until she is asked or allowed to speak, for the remainder of her time there.
She nods and says, "yes, sir" clearly. (but still wondering if that is the correct way to address this stranger, in her Owner's house?)
The focuses on the folded piece of purple paper.
Purple... that is a sign to her that it is going to be instructions from her owner. It is also a "safe word" of sorts, letting her know that He has complete knowledge of what is going to happen to her, and that she is to behave as if He was right there.
She unfolds the paper and reads...
Good kitten, MY kitten.
You have followed my instructions and made me proud.
You are to follow the instructions given to you by the bearer of this note, as if they come directly from ME, your Owner.
Everything you are about to experience has been discussed with and by me. So no questioning. Just Do.
You will address the bearer of this note as "sir" and grant him your trust, respect, and obedience.
You will not speak unless you are asked a question or directed to speak by him.
The ONLY restriction I have given him is: No vaginal fucking
The ONLY restriction I give you is: NO biting
Make me proud, kitten.
A puzzled look crosses her face. She reads and rereads the note. The instructions are clear. Does she have any questions?
No.
She folds the paper back up and looks up to the stranger.
"Do you have any questions?" he asks.
"No, sir", she replies.
He takes the note from her hand and smiles, placing it into his pocket.
