I stepped out of the shower, beads of water rolled down my neck. I checked the time. There was still one hour until he arrived. The excitement had built up all week and now I was going to explode. I had carefully planned out our session. All I had left to do was get ready.
I dried myself, enjoying feeling clean and smooth. I wrapped my hair up in a towel and flicked on some tunes and turned to the mirror. I pulled out my make up bag and perused my choices, shaking my hips to the beat as I put my eye make up on. Then, I reached for my statement lipstick -- Scarlett Moon.
I blew myself a kiss in the mirror. God, this deep red shade made me feel so powerful. I was a Goddess. I was to be worshipped and adored, and to be thanked for every little thing I did to my toys.
I took one final look at myself, then I danced my way down the corridor to my wardrobe. I flicked through my outfits. The first one I considered was my latex skater dress. I pulled it out, held it in front of me, and looked in the mirror. It was a classic, black and shiny, and I knew he loved it.
I threw it on the bed and kept looking. Next, I pulled out my red and black corset. It was a personal favourite with snakes twisting up the side. I trailed my fingers along a snake. It made me feel like a temptress and I did have a new pair of lacy red underwear that would go fabulously with it. And I could wear my knee-high boots. I put it on the bed.
I tapped my long, sharp nails on the wardrobe door, thinking,
what would drive my boy toy crazy?
Maybe I could just wear matching black lacy bra and panties? I dug out my favourite pair and laid them next to my other two options.
I padded between my outfits, taking my time in choosing. Which made we feel most powerful and sexy? Finally, I decided on my red and black snake corset. I put on my outfit and checked myself out in the mirror. Now here was a woman worthy of worship.
I took another sneak peek into my playroom. It was all ready and waiting. I had set it up last night in anticipation. The pullies were in place, extra rope was laid out, my whips, canes and paddles all hung up on the wall. I pulled on my black silk dressing gown and went downstairs. I checked my phone - fifteen minutes until he arrived.
I had made him do a whole week in chastity, then given him jerk off instruction to ruin himself two days ago, so he would last a bit longer today. I didn't want him coming as soon he got here. Although, I don't suppose it would have changed any of my plans if he did.
I watched the time tick by, slowly. Then it was four o'clock time. My ears strained for his knock. I was ready to spring up and greet him.
Nothing.
Five past four. I checked my phone. No missed calls. No new messages. I knew that it was probably traffic, but still, I expected a text. I was his Domme, after all.
Ten past four, still nothing. I was a little annoyed, but I could use this. I could make him very sorry. I grinned, as a warm-up activity appeared in my mind, to ensure he would never be late again.
I heard a knock on the door. I checked the time, four fourteen. Leisurely, I strolled to the door, my heels clicking on the wooden floors. I opened the door.
"You're late."
Jason was a massive man, six foot four and built like a mountain. He had curly brown hair that he wore long enough to be pulled. But it was his soft puppy dog eyes that make my heart melt, especially when I see fear flash through them, like right now.
"I'm sorry, Mistress, but..."
"I don't care why. You have wasted fourteen minutes of my time."
"I'm sorry, Mistress." His handsome face was already red. Jason all but fell to his knees. There is something so wonderful about seeing a massive man on his knees in front of you. He reached for my hand and kissed it, then he bent down and kissed my feet, placing kisses over the tips of my boots, then up the heel. Then he looked up to me, brown eyes pleading me for forgiveness.
"Mistress, I am at your service."
"Good boy." I could practically see him wag and suppressed my grin. I clipped on his red leather play collar and commanded him to strip. Jason stood up, and I watched as he pulled off his tan aviator jacket. Then, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, looking me dead in the eyes. He knew he was sexy. Slowly, he revealed his broad hairy chest.
He folded his shirt and jacket and placed them in the sub's belongings box, along with the contents of his pockets, except for a key which he held out for me.
"Thank you." I unclipped my necklace and slid the key on, next to an identical one. Then he slowly unbuckled his brown leather belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. I eyed my prize, snug in his tight black underwear.
Then they were off too. Revealing his metal cock cage. I grabbed it.
"How is my little guy?" I looked up at him.
"Nice and ready, Mistress."
"Good boy. Make me a coffee, and then come into the living room."
Jason dipped his head in acknowledgement and strode down the corridor. I turned and watched his muscular butt.
Damn,
I thought,
that booty was sexy. It would be even better later when it was all red and purple.
I went back into the living room and picked up my book. A couple of minutes later, Jason appeared and placed a hot espresso next to me. He then stood to attention, all without uttering a word.
I didn't look up but reached for the coffee. I took a sip. He had made it well. Jason's eyes burnt into me, needy for my attention, for my praise, but I withheld it and finished my chapter.
"Hands on the wall, ass out."
"Yes, Mistress."
A shimmer of happiness lit up his face. Oh, how I love sadists. So eager to let me beat them. He bounded to the wall. Slowly, I got up and walked over, grabbing a wooden paddle. I gently teased his ass with it.
Then I whispered in his ear, "I want you to know, the only reason I am doing this is because I
want
to see that cute ass of yours red. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
