I stopped at the entrance to the private bar. So few had heard of it, much less been invited, and here I was. Answering her call. Taking a deep breath, I stepped through the arch, hands clasped to stop quivering, glad my skirt hid the trembling in my legs, walking in that submissive way she loved so much. It was dark inside, empty except for her and the bartender. Pools of light spilled from the tables, their tops of sage green leather stewing in grandeur under the protective sheen of textured and tempered glass. The bar was one long strip of darkly glowing mahogany, interrupted only by her wineglass and ashtray. It smelled of old money and hidden power.
She glowed brighter and darker than the rest of the place. Her long platinum hair cascaded down her back, her blue eyes glinted as she watched my face trace the outline of her deep cut, dark pink, cheongsam. Anastasia knew I loved that dress style, how it showed off her massive cleavage. I never knew why she picked me. It started at a local BDSM club, where we both avoided the heavier activities, concentrating on the mental games instead of the physical. Why me? There were others submissives out there, more pliant, better lovers, than me. But here I was, feeling like a dirty little secret.
Her voice cut softly through the silence. "Come here, Kitty." And so I went, stopping beside her seat. Her hands reached out, one to her glass, the other to my face. She had worn the lace gloves tonight too. "Do you know what today is?" I shook my head as her fingers caressed my cheek, curling softly to the back of my neck. "Six months ago we met for the second time." That smile danced upon her lips as she withdrew her hand, and I fought the urge to collapse to my knees on the wooden floor at the sight of it.
"Jones," she commanded. "The gift." A small wooden box was placed in front of her and she lifted the lid. Inside... A sage green collar and leash, perfectly coiled. No. This was too much. Why me?
"Ana-" I began only to be cut off with a small slap. She grabbed my face, curling a thumb inside my mouth, propping open my jaw. Her fingers tightened across my cheek, two slipping down to my chin. And with that, she pushed me to my knees.
"You know what you are to call me, Kitty." She glared, pushing my head against the side of her crossed knees. My throat closed, as it always had when this situation came around. Could I say it this time? I tried. I had to. For her.
"Mi... Mi..." Eyes tingling, my breath shortening as I imagined the not-so-pleasant punishments she reserved my misbehavior in play. How bad would it be this time? Trembling visibly, I dared. I put my hands on her stockinged thighs and ran them up to her hips, barely noticing how the high slit almost showed her panties. Her glare deepened as I locked my hands behind her back and then I pulled myself to her crotch, muffling my voice. "Mistress!" I nearly screamed. "Mistress, please! It's too much!" The sobs began. "Why me? There are so many other pets, better ones than me! Why am I so important to you?"
The expected punishment came, her hand grasping the back of my neck... and left as the scruffing stilled my body and quieted me. This was bad. After the first time, she only scruffed me when I was truly bad.
"Kitty," she said softly. "Amanda. Look at me." I could barely lift my head, and sank back down to my knees, hands clasped in my lap. "Because I love you." and she slipped the collar around my neck. "Now, be a good Kitty, my wonderful Amanda." I could barely hear that, as she tightened it. Of course I would be a good kitty for my Mistress. My beautiful Mistress, who held my heart.
She pulled on the collar, brushing my lips across her thigh as she lifted her leg and brought it around my head. The tip of my tongue trailed along where her leg muscles met her buttocks, up the inside curve till my lips met the crease in her tight panties. The front of her cheongsam covered my head till she brushed it aside, and one hand stroked my hair while the other undid the ties on her panties. "Pull it off." she whispered. I gently grasped the material in my lips and pulled back, watching as the now loose strings slid out from underneath her garter belt, inhaling the scent she left on it. It dropped to my lap, and I went back to her vagina, lips trembling in butterfly kisses against her labia. Her scent was so strong here, making my head swim. Such a place to make me content. I would be so happy, just to stay there and smell her. The pressure of her hand reminded me of my duties. My lips brushed up and down, my tongue flitting in and out as she moistened till the taste hit my mouth. My arms wrapped around her thighs, and I pulled myself in closer, flitting became darting and then my tongue stayed in there. Oh, how she loved it like that, as I made it dance and squirm, twisting it to bring both sides into play. Oh, how I love it like this, her taste and her smell hitting me at once, her gasps and moans almost timed with my breathing and her fingers convulsively grasping and releasing my head. It almost seemed to come too soon, her vaginal walls tightening around my tongue. I looked up, never stopping, watching her face as she pulled her tongue back inside her mouth and bit her lips to muffle her voice. She looked back down at me as the tightening finished with a gush of her fluids, her slightly glazed-over eyes brightening as I swallowed and tried to lap it all up.
The squeaking of a washcloth against glass reminded me that the bartender was there. Flushing, I tried to stand up, maybe convince Mistress that we should go to a different place, but she pushed me back down.
"John doesn't care." she said. "In fact, he's probably planning out his D&D campaign."
