"I have a surprise for you, Jules." His voice kept cutting out on the cell phone, and Julia swore softly as she tried to adjust the volume.
"I'm sorry, Sir...what? I keep losing you..."
His tone was patient and amused. "I said, angel, that I have a surprise for you. We're going out tonight."
Grimacing a bit, Julia tried for cheery gratitude. "Um, really, Sir? That's wonderful."
His rich laughter filled her ear, and she relaxed a little, no small thing in rush-hour traffic.
"Don't overwhelm me with enthusiasm, girl! Trust me, you'll want to go on this little outing. We've been invited to a party."
Hmm...now, this could get interesting. Frank hadn't been interested in public play for some time now. She spasmed a bit at the idea of her ass bare, her back arched, her hair in his fist as he struck...
But still...
Julia sighed, rubbing her forehead as yet another driver thought it was his God-given right to blaze past the rest of the traffic on the shoulder, then cut her off. She gave him the hairy eyeball, then wearily waved him over. Fuck it.
It wasn't really the traffic that was bothering her, although that was certainly annoying enough. She was just feeling edgy, restless these days. They'd talked about it a bit, usually in bed on a Saturday morning. There was something welling up in her, a muscle that needed to be flexed, a fist that ached to clench. It gave her a different walk, a different voice, a different set to her mouth and eyes. It had always been part of her, and Frank knew enough to leave her alone at those times, give her a chance to work it out on her own.
And work it out she did, with men, with women, with ropes and floggers and clamps. Although he knew about her extra-curriculars, she'd always kept the details away from him, not because he'd asked her to, but because she thought that it was respectful. He was her Master, the core of her said he was. And he trusted her enough to know that she would exercise the control she needed to feel balanced and whole, then return to him ready for devoted submission.
He was showered and dressed to go out by the time she got home. That was unusual too. Typically if they were going out for the evening, she would serve him by helping him to bathe and dress.
"I wanted to give you free run of the bathroom. I figured you'd need to decompress."
She gave him a weary but grateful smile. "You're awfully sweet, Sir. Somebody should marry you."
She slipped to her knees in front of his shoes, planting a kiss on each of his upturned palms. His fingers found their way over her scalp, down her nape, and then he lifted her chin, dark eyes twinkling.
"Thank you, angel. Now get going." He smacked her ass as she passed him, flinging off her work clothes with a giggle.
Then she saw the outfit. Leather. Lots of it. Pants, halter, boots, all in sleek black leather. She landed on him in a flurry of kisses and "thank you"s.
About forty-five minutes later, her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek chignon at the nape of her neck, but with a few loose strands framing her face. The leather outfit was equally sleek and controlled. Yet she deferred to him, as she always did, for approval of how she looked.
"Deadly, baby." He swatted her ass once more as he helped her into the car.
Once at the party, she accepted the proffered mineral water and began to glance around the room. The rhythm, sounds, smells...mmmm...combined in a heady brew that tantalized her.
She was drawn deeper and deeper into the mini-scenes that played out around her. A dark-haired man was splayed across his Mistress' lap, his ass glowing bright pink as she smacked him with her cupped palm...
A woman servicing two men orally, first one, then the other...switching with each smack of her nipples by her Master's crop...
Loving long-term couples watching the goings-on entwined in each other's limbs, chatting quietly among themselves...
A pale, slender woman with hair and eyes the color of buttery caramel kneeling quietly at the side of a man who stroked her hair often...
Julia exhaled a bit sharply and looked away.
Precisely the sort of woman that Julia would be having a little flog-n-fuck with, if the circumstances were right.
Frank caught her wandering eye, and with a knowing smile, took Julia by the elbow...more guiding than directing, she thought in retrospect...and led her aside.
