Pulling the covers over my shoulder and closer to my face, I try to ignore the alarm blaring in my ear. I can feel the chill before I even look at the thermometer. A frigid 30 degrees outside and I know the snow is blowing because I can hear it hitting the window as the wind howls. Lucas stirs next to me, annoyed by my alarm. I reach for it, and crawl out of bed, pulling my boot slippers onto my feet and throwing a flannel robe around my naked body.
I smile at the memory of last week as I place a pot of water on the stove and hear the "click click click...woosh" of the fire finally catching. It was Lucus's birthday and I realized that day that I was a switch, and that he is too.
Since then things haven't been much different than they were before. I'm still, firstly, Lucas's submissive. His little one. But sometimes, especially when he frustrates me past a certain point, he becomes My sub. I enjoy the power I feel when I am his "Mistress" or "Ma'am". The title still feels odd to me but titles don't matter as long as what you're doing is something you enjoy. My memory flashes to that moment when he made me so mad that I stood tall and ordered him to his knees. His deep brown eyes flashed first with anger and then lowered as he sank to his knees and began kissing my legs. The moment he called me Mistress, I could feel my insides clench in delight...
Lucas kisses me on the cheek, which pulls me out of my day dream, causing me to jump.
"Good morning, Princess. Did I interrupt something?" he asks.
"Good morning, Daddy." My voice smaller, and playful, "No, Sir, you didn't. I was just thinking about the fun we had on your birthday."
"Ahh." was his only reply.
I work in the kitchen making breakfast as I do every morning before Lucas goes off to work. Lucas eats in record time, sprinting out the door after planting a peck on my forehead. I sit in the dining room and pout a little. I miss the deep kisses he sometimes gives me before he leaves. Though I do appreciate any affection he offers me.
'How can I show him how much I appreciate him?' I think to myself. A devious smile plays on my lips. I have the perfect idea!! I pick up my phone and start texting and making a few calls. After locking down my help, I flutter around cleaning the house. After all my chores are done I go to the basement to start pulling out decorations, picking outfits, and return upstairs to move furniture.
The sheer red curtains are in place in the spare room. I wrapped them around the whole room, leaving no walls exposed, then I moved a large puffy chair and a comfy loveseat in the room. Speakers are in each corner with soft music leaking from them. And the lighting is set just right. Dim, but light enough for him not to miss a single detail.
The door bell rings, and I realize I haven't even changed yet.
"Oh my gosh! Hey!" I say frantically, opening the door. "I haven't changed! I'm running behind."
The three girls I contacted earlier walk through the door. Each one very eager to help me with my plan for Lucas. Megan, a tall blonde, walked through first. She's wearing a long overcoat, her blonde curls cascading over her shoulders. Her blue eyes, smoldering as she kissed me on my cheek. She has a petite body, tiny breasts, but she has legs for days. Next to greet me was Zoe. She and I have been friends for years, but only recently discovered we share more than just our love for the outdoors. She's a bit shy, dark shoulder length hair that is always perfectly straightened, and green eyes that I know my Lucas loves. She's a full figured woman. Beautiful hips and full breasts and gorgeous tanned skin. Every time we are together shopping or working outside, I can't keep my mind from wandering to naughty places. Lastly is Ella. She's new to this circle of friends, and new to town. She has deep red hair, dyed. Who knows what her natural color is. And a few tattoos sprinkled across her beautiful pale skin. Her breasts are neither large nor small, but beautiful and perky. My favorite part is that nice plump ass. She intimidates me though. She's new, and has extreme self confidence. A true Domme if I've ever met one. My whole body tenses around her. She knows it, and she enjoys it.
I move quickly to the bedroom to change. Removing my robe, I appreciate my naked body in the full length mirror that hangs on the door. My finger tips trace over my soft shoulders, and down my full breasts. My nipples pucker at my light touch and I moan softly. I have more tummy than I'd like, but Lucus always tells me my body is beautiful, and I work hard to remind myself that I really am. I love my long chestnut hair and chocolate brown eyes the most. I lace up my black and red corset, pull on black thigh highs that end just under my round ass, and a super short black tutu style skirt. No reason bothering with panties...
The girls are having a few drinks in the "Red Room" when I hear Lucas come through the door. He sees me all dressed up and his inner Dom comes out immediately.
"Well my little one is ready for Daddy, I see." he says with a sly smile.
I grin back at him, but stand tall and say, "No, sub, but Mistress is ready to show you how good you've been, and reward you."
His eyes widen and then he finally answers, "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am."
"Take off your clothes, baby. All of them."
