I have to hurry he will be expecting me. i look at the note again. Short and simple. White baby doll, white thigh high stockings, and white open toe heels. Meet me at "our" place. My shower is done. Shaved, as he likes it. Just the way He likes it, nails long and painted. I look at my clock. 20 minutes before I have to leave. My stomach is full of butterflies. I'm so excited. Sir is going to be there. I will be with him tonight. I need him so much. I finish dressing. It's 30 degrees Fahrenheit outside now so i choose a long coat to wear over my prescribed clothing. i check the mirror one more time. My hair is left long just the way he likes it. Minimal make-up just the way he likes it. Sometimes he likes me to wear cheap make-up but when he does he tells me. I check the note again. No mention of make up.
I'm ready. i grab my purse and head to the bus stop. I only had to wait for 3 min. he always has everything timed so perfect. He wouldn't want me to be cold. I smile at this thoughtfulness. I truly do love him. I want him to be happy. i walk to the door of his house. I ring the bell once and wait patiently.
He comes to the door. He opens the door. I look down and he puts his finger under my chin and has me looking at him. He takes me in his arms and holds me. There's my baby. He helps me take my coat off and hangs it in the hall closet. He tells me to present myself to Him. i know what this means. i know the spot well. i stand there with my legs apart about 24 inches apart. My hands locked behind my head. Elbows out even with my body. Eyes straight mouth open ever so slightly. (easy access at all times. i have heard it so many times).
He touches me. He touches my hair and smells it. He is Happy. He feels my face, my lips. He runs my fingers over my teeth. He is pleased. i brushed them very well. He grabs my hair in His hand and pulls my hair back as He uses his other hand to run it over my neck. He stops briefly at the front of my neck. Places a little bit of pressure just to remind me who controls the breath i breathe. i can feel myself getting wet. He smiles He already knows. He always knows. He lets go of my hair and runs His hands over my shoulders and breasts. Weighing each breast in His hand. He runs His hand over my stomach and down my legs. Never touching what wants so much to be touched. i start to fidget. He reaches up to my neck and tells me to hold still. He is mad. I start to cry. i'm sorry. i would do anything to make Him mad at me. i try extra heard to stand still.