I unlock the door and step inside, closing the door behind me. Putting my bag down, I hear my answering machine beeping. I grumble under my breath, swearing I need to get a silent one. I hit the play button as I search through the cupboard for something chocolate. I freeze when I hear your voice play on the machine.
"I hope you’re having a good day slut. It’s now 11, I will be over at one. By the time I get there, I want you freshly showered and shaved for me. I want you kneeling naked, in the position, facing the door. See you then."
The machine goes silent, and I’m left there completely surprised; and now wet. I know if you show up and I haven’t done what you told me, there will be consequences. That’s something you stopped needing to tell me quite a while ago. It has been a long week and I could use the release, but it still comes as a surprise, though by now it shouldn’t. Somehow, you always seem to know when I need this. I look at the clock and see that it is now noon. "oh shit" I say aloud, realizing I have an hour and that I need to get my ass in gear.
Quickly relieving myself of my clothing I climb into the shower and quickly but efficiently wash and shave myself. I feel the slight urge to pleasure myself, but know that that is off limits too. Once I’m in role, touching myself without permission is a definite no-no. I sigh and step out, wrapping a towel around myself as I proceed to blow-dry my hair, and do my makeup. There is always that little voice in my head that says I’m not pretty enough, and what could you possibly see in me. I push it aside and finish up, removing the towel and checking my reflection. Not too bad, I think to myself, before going back into the living room. Checking the clock again, I see I have about five minutes before you said you would be here. Quickly I unlock the front door and assume the position, kneeling, with my hands at the small of my back, my head up and my eyes down.
The five minutes seem to take forever until I hear footsteps outside my door. I resist the temptation to look up as the door is opened and then closed again. Out of the corner of my eye I see you walking around me, inspecting me in a way. I arch my back a little more. A little like a pet on display. I feel like I must make some spectacle kneeling there. I know you see the flush on my chest, the slight tremor that goes through me occasionally, my hardened nipples, and even though you can see it, I know you are very aware of how wet I am. You brush you hand over my hair and lean slightly into your touch.
"Stand up," you tell me.
I stand up, trying to be graceful, keeping my hands behind my back. You steps so you are standing right behind me, I can feel the warmth from your body. Reaching in front of me, you abruptly reach into my wet pussy, getting just a single finger wet.
"Wet already slut?"
"Yes sir" I reply quietly.
You bring your finger up to my mouth expecting me to clean it off. I don’t open my mouth though. This is one thing I still fight. You use your other hand and pull my head back by my hair, hard. I gasp and open my mouth to clean your finger off. Once satisfied, you remove your finger again and release my hair.
"That’s not a good way to start this afternoon. I hope your behavior improves, since I don’t want to have to punish you. I intended this afternoon to be an enjoyable one for you."
I can tell you haven’t finished speaking as you lean closer to me ear and whisper
"Although I know its enjoyable for you anytime you get to serve me, to please me, no matter what I’m doing to you or having you do" I swallow hard as your comment hits a bullseye. I also know not to respond.
You step away from me
"You may look up. Go into your bedroom, we are going to go get lunch and unfortunately, you have to be clothed for that," you say with a smile.
I turn and pad into my bedroom, as you follow. I start to go to my closet when you stop me.
"No, stand away, I’m picking what you’re wearing"
Step away obediently. This is something you started doing occasionally, picking my clothes when we were together. You told me it was a good way to build trust while still taking a choice away.
You pick out a simple, yet short skirt and a slightly sheer shirt. The next thing you do surprises me, you go into my dresser and take out a pair of panties. Placing the three things on my bed, you tell me to get dressed. I notice there is no bra, and with the state of the shirt, if anyone really pays attention, they’ll be able to see the outline of my nipples. I blush a bit at the thought, but don’t argue with you. I get dressed quickly, and put on the heels you also took out for me. They are my highest ones, which force me to walk much slower than I normally do. Unlike so many of the internet stories, where the girl has a collar every time she goes out, there is no collar that you put on me today. There isn’t a need for one; we both know who is in control. While I was dressing, you left the room, so I walk out to find you. When you see me enter the living room, you smile. Walking over to me, you lean down and kiss me. I respond as if I’ve been starved, putting my hands on your arms, and trying to make the kiss last, but you pull away all too soon and head for the door.
We get to the café and sit, enjoying the nice weather. The server comes and we each order, and then sit back to relax. We talk about everything, and laugh a lot. Our food comes, and we get a little quieter as we eat. Midway through, you stop and look at me.
"You will go into the bathroom and do two things. You will masturbate to the edge of cumming and then stop, and you will bring me your panties." You say, speaking very quietly.
I look up at you, showing you that this embarrasses me, but the look on your face tells me not to argue. Getting up from the table, I head into the ladies room, sure that everyone can see how much I’m blushing. What they cant see is how wet your order got me. Going into one of the stalls, I sit down and being to masturbate. It doesn’t take long before I am breathing heavily and trying hard not to make noise. Thankfully no one has walked into the bathroom after me yet. I get to the point of cumming and force myself to stop. It is still hard, but this sort of control is something you have worked with me on. Letting myself calm down a little bit, I stand up and pull my panties down, stepping out of them. Balling them up as small as I can in my hand, I exit the stall.
The walk back to the table seems to take forever. I am incredibly self-conscious of the fact that I have my rather wet underwear in my hand and probably smell like sex. Getting back to the table, I sit down looking everywhere but at you.
"Look at me" you tell me.
I look up, biting my lip.
"Did you do what I told you?"
"Yes" I reply, almost in a whisper.
You never really have my address you as sir in public, but that is a privilege, one that can be taken away, and it doesn’t mean I can be disrespectful.
"Good. Now hand me your panties"
I pause for a moment, before very slowly bringing my hand up from under the table and handing you my panties. You don’t even look at them, as you put them in your pocket. You take my hand and kiss is quickly, before going back to eating your lunch. I sit for a moment, trying to calm down, before I go back to mine.
A short while later, you get the check, pay, and we head out. Driving back to my place, we stay pretty quiet in the car. However, about halfway back, you look over at me
"Masturbate."
The one word order surprises me and I look at you in disbelief for a moment. Obviously, that moment went too long, because the next thing I feel is your hand slapping my exposed thigh, hard. I let out a yelp, and you calmly repeat your order. This time I don’t hesitate, and sliding down in the seat a little, I slip a hand under my skirt. I start masturbating, and it doesn’t take long to get me close to cumming, since I was wet already. As I get close, I ask you for permission
"Please sir, let your slut cum."
"No, but keep playing with yourself".
I whine I little at this, but continue, trying very hard not to cum. After another minute or two, I ask you again
"Please sir, let your slut cum"
This time you can hear a bit of desperation in my voice.
"No" you reply again
I whimper but continue as you told me. This is still hard for me, and I fear I’ll fail you, but somehow I manage, and when we get to the parking lot, you tell me I may stop. I slowly remove my hand, wishing you had let me cum, but proud of myself nonetheless because I was able to keep from cumming.
We get back inside and without you even having to tell me, I strip and neatly fold my skirt and shirt, placing it on the couch. Turning back towards you I wait to see what you want me to do next. For a moment, you just stand there looking at me. This makes me blush, and look away from you.
"No, look at me" you say as I look away.
I reluctantly turn my head back towards you, as you catch my eye and step towards me. As you get within arms reach, I feel my body respond to your closeness, wanting your touch. You step within inches of me, and I fight the urge to just reach up and pull you towards me. I think you can sense that I want to do that, because I see small smile play at your lips. For some reason this reaction pushes a button in me, and I do what I know I shouldn’t. I reach up, placing one hand on the back of your neck, the other on your shoulder and pull you in to kiss me. Surprisingly, you let me, and kiss me back, letting me lead the kiss for a little bit, before you pull back. Before I comprehend what just happened, I feel the sting of your hand on the side of my face. I look at you, shocked for a moment.
"Did you really think I was going to let you try and have power? Was the kiss, the moment of control, worth the reaction you got, and my disappointment in your behavior?" I fume slightly at this, but then realize you are right, and you see when I realize that.
