Chapter 12
I quickly stripped naked and even stepped into the shower quickly to rinse off. My heart was pounding as I relived the emotions I felt the first time I had given myself to Ms. Laura. The feelings got stronger as I smelled the fruity scent of the soap she asked me to use that weekend years earlier.
Once toweled off I entered my room and dug into my luggage for the small leather strap I had placed in it. Only a few inches long it had a metal D ring and a dog tag which said Property of Ms. Laura. She had given me it that night in the hotel and I had kept it as a token to remember her by.
I wrapped around my balls letting the tag hand front and center. She would be pleased with me I hoped. Stronger, leaner, and more experienced I longed to feel her excitement to own me.
Ready, I headed downstairs to the study and took a seat on the floor. I waited for what seemed by hours, but the wall clock assured me was only thirty minutes. As I stretched me knees I heard the click of shoes on the stairs. Quickly I reassumed a position kneeling, sitting on my feet.
She rounded the corner and my heart stopped. The tired old woman I had seen less than an hour ago was gone. She was replaced with a stern yet fresh faced goddess. She hair was polled back into a tight pony tail and all her wrinkles where smoothed out by makeup.
A tight black leather corset hugged her mid-section and pushed up her ample breasts till they nearly flowed out the top. Below the corset she wore very tight leather pants. They were painted on to her legs, leaving nothing to the imagination, and tucked into high heeled boots.
Swinging a collar around by a short chain leash she appraised me, "Good Boy."
I remained silent.
"Come here," she commanded me sternly, "I have a lot to teach you and not much time."
"Yes Ma'am," I complied, but was left curious from the second comment.
Crawling on my knees over to my mistress I stopped just in front of her.
"Sit on your feet, back straight, knees as wide apart as you can," she then commanded, "then place your hands palms up on your thighs and keep your eyes on the floor."
I did as I was told, but got a quick correction from the end of a ridding crop she produced from god knows where.