~Caroline~
Dinner had been rather boring because as soon as we got to the restaurant a slew of Sol's friends were there. Go. Figure. Of course when they had suggested putting tables together he didn't object to it. I had sat through an entire hour of men talking about work, scooting my food around on my plate and having wine whenever Sol offered it.
I almost jumped in joy when we finally left. Sadly the ride home was not near as exciting as the ride to dinner. As soon as we had gotten back to the condo, Sir went into his office to 'make some calls and I went to have a shower. I could not help but look at my ring in pure admiration the entire night. The tiny little squared diamond, the way it shimmered under the lights. It was my most prized possession.
When I had finally gotten out of the shower, Sir was still in his study, so I went about picking things up that Chris had left out from this morning. Eventually I had made my way into the tiny laundry room off of the kitchen. I was folding clothes and putting Sir's nice shirts on hangers when I felt the tickling hot breath on my neck. I shivered, knowing Sir was standing so closely behind me.
"I'm sorry. I know that you didn't have a nice dinner, like I had promised." His voice was slow and the sincerity deep. I wanted to snuggle against his chest when he kissed my neck, lightly.
"It's okay." I said because it was okay. I knew that he would make it up to me because he always did. My eyes widened when I caught site of the familiar leather, with the diamonds that laced the entire collar. When Sir fastened it around my neck it fit perfectly tight, but not to tight. I knew that there was a small golden loop in the back that the leash hanging in our playroom could be attached to. My entire being sparked with excitement because I knew what this meant.
"Are you ready to play, Kitten?" Sir whispered into my ear and I could feel goose bumps rise over every inch of my skin. It was pleasantly haunting. It was not something we got to do daily. I knew he was sacrificing his rest to give me this, usually he was sound asleep right now.
"Yes Sir." Finally, I let my head fall back against his chest and he gave me all the support I needed. His hand slipped down across my silk clad stomach and forced its way into my panties. That one little question had warmth radiating from between my thighs.
"Yes what?" He asked and I blushed. Oh, yes, of course.
"Yes, Master, Kitten is always ready to play." I corrected myself and a small groan of approval left his throat, as his teeth nipped the lobe of my ear. I swear I could feel it all the way to my toes. His fingers stroked around my smooth mound, coaxing my little clit out of hiding. It was enough to drive me crazy. The sudden break of contact left me whimpering in disappointment. But I knew the fun would begin when I got into my Kitty attire and we were closed into the playroom.
Without another word, Sir turned around and left. I stood there for a moment, letting my hand find the collar that was on me and I ran my fingers over the pink diamonds. My stomach jumped and I hurried from the laundry room. I practically skipped all the way into our bedroom and into the closet. I eyed the long chest that sat in the back of our closet on the floor for a fraction before I went over and knelt there. The lid was heavy but I managed to get it open without breaking a sweat. Again, for the second time tonight, my eyes widened in excitement as I scanned the contents that were neatly folded; The leathers of all colors, little tiny skirts that barely covered my goods, corsets of all different types. Immediately I started to dig and five minutes later I looked over the outfit that was lain out on the carpet.
Imagine a little plaid school girl skirt, but this was black leather and would break a dress code so quickly. I had chosen a bright pink top, that I knew would end right bellow my breast and I knew it would give Sir easy access just like the skirt. The knee high socks were almost the exact same color as the top and I loved the little bows of silk that were at the tops. I almost forgot, as I had grabbed up the outfit, about the last accessory. I bent back down into the chest and my hand hovered over my options until I grabbed the fuzzy black ears.
Five minutes later I was standing in front of the mirror, turning from side to side. It was all to revealing and adorable. I had pushed the ears back onto my head so that my hair was not in my face and the pink blush I had applied made me look so much more innocent. Feeling utterly satisfied with my facade, I left the bedroom and went to the door at the end of the hall that was almost always locked. But not tonight. I turned the knot and pushed the door open.
The lights that hung along the walls were very dim and it took me a moment to place where Sir was. Ah, sitting in his chair, directly across from the door. His chest was bare, his legs were covered in the black leather pants. I especially loved when he wore the red ones. His hair was not fixed as it usually was, instead it was tousled and his sandy blonde curls were already driving me up the wall.
Chair...it might as well been a throne. It was wide enough that I could curl against him comfortably. I started forward but as soon as I did Sir clucked his tongue and shook his head. I halted and frowned the slightest. "Kittens don't walk." Is all he said. Of course, jeez I suppose I am just so overly excited as to what he had in store for me. He was always so spontaneous. I actually blushed before I went to my hands and knees and started to crawl towards him. As I neared, I could not help but notice the leash sitting on his thigh and the fuzzy tail, sitting on the table beside him.
