-your playful pussycat
The session in the shower made me one raw nerve that night. I was able to keep enough focus to draft the e-mail to Mistress but otherwise I was a complete basket case. I had a hard time falling asleep that night thinking about Mistress returning the next day (Friday) and the fact that we usually played our game on Friday night. It didn't help that I could smell her intoxicating scent on the pillow and sheets (Mistress gave me permission to sleep in her bed when she was away). I finally fell asleep, dreaming of shadowy figures using my body in every imaginable way to satisfy their carnal desires.
Chapter Two
Thankfully I awoke the next morning feeling relaxed and revitalized. Finally ... it was time to play our game. I had been a good girl the entire week. I was fervently hoping that Mistress would reward me when she came home. But, as usual, self-doubt crept into my mind.
Over the past week I washed and folded the clothes and thoroughly cleaned the house, washed and waxed Mistress's sports car, made all of the meals, paid all of the bills and even "entertained" some of Mistress's friends while she watched. And of course last night I faithfully followed Mistress's instructions in the shower.
But those self-doubts wouldn't go away. Had I satisfied her when I licked her pussy in the shower? Did I do a good enough job cleaning her car? Did I show enough enthusiasm when she asked me to lick and suck on her best friend's asshole while she was kissing Mistress?
No, there was no room for such doubts. Today I was going to receive my reward.
I started the day sitting quietly in bed, using my hand to feel the residual warmth from her side of the bed, and burying my nose in her pillow, and thinking about her. I closed my eyes tightly to retrieve my favorite visions of her, first fully clothed, and then naked. I would of course be on my knees worshipping her. Her statuesque frame was perfectly curved and rounded, every contour a work of art. Every part of her body begged to be kissed - her flaming red hair, full pouty lips, luscious rounded 34D breasts and her sex, bearing witness to her desire for me. Her scent was an irresistible attractant to me. She would beckon me with her finger. I would crawl to her, wanting to show her how eagerly I would submit wholly and completely to her.
I snapped out of my lust-fueled reverie and went to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and settle into the breakfast nook with my iPad. I answered a few work-related e-mails (I was taking a "personal" day off today), cleared some of my more urgent personal e-mails and texts, and then perused the day's headlines while sipping my black coffee. It was a gorgeous morning. The sunshine was streaming in through the kitchen windows. I opened one of the windows, welcoming the sounds in the distance of traffic and city life and the cool ocean-infused breeze.
I spent the remainder of the day getting ready for her and preparing dinner. I spent an hour in Mistress's soaking tub with her finest bath salts (with her permission again of course), reading trashy novels. I then stepped into her oversized shower, carefully shaving my entire body as I knew Mistress would inspect me closely. I hefted my breasts in my hand. They weren't as big as Mistress's, but they were well-rounded C cups that Mistress certainly seemed to enjoy. As I washed myself I fingered my pussy and anus, thinking about how Mistress would tease, tantalize, punish and reward me, careful not to bring myself too close to an orgasm (I still hadn't mastered self-control and thinking about Mistress all day had gotten me quite horny). I washed my wavy blonde hair, rinsed completely off, and then exited the shower clean and refreshed. Mistress preferred me naked, so I put on my favorite pair of flip flops and went to the kitchen with nothing on other than my collar and a towel wrapped around my hair.
I still had a hard time believing how I had arrived here. It was a circuitous path, starting in high school when I was befriended by Kasey. At that point in time I was exclusively interested in boys and I thought Kasey was as well. She certainly didn't have a problem attracting attention. At 5'10" with long wavy red hair and large womanly breasts at age 18, Kasey could have had anyone that she wanted. I was part of her entourage, and being a more petite 5'3" Kasey always looked like my big sister.
I lost my virginity my senior year, but sex with high school boys was wholly forgettable with the fumbling, awkwardness and inevitable premature ejaculation. Was this all there was I wondered? I knew there was something missing. I just didn't know what it was. I never really considered hooking up with a woman - perhaps because it never occurred to me to do so. I always felt an attraction to Kasey, but I thought of it more as an appreciation of her beauty rather than something sexual in nature.
I shared the most intimate details of my awkward trysts with Kasey. She always listened politely but never shared any details of her sex life, although I was certain it was robust and that Kasey was just shy or reticent to discuss it. I must have missed her signals back then, because it became clearer later that Kasey had always lusted after my body but didn't feel comfortable communicating her feelings to me.
Kasey couldn't have been in my life at a more opportune time. She was just on the cusp of realizing that she was a Domme, and I was unknowingly a seething tempest of wanton lust and latent submissiveness, just waiting for the right catalyst to bring all of my hidden desires to the surface. That catalyst was Kasey.
One day when we were in Kasey's bedroom she finally levelled with me. She told me that her senior prom date with Joel went well but that he wanted to please her. I didn't really understand what she was talking about until she described how Joel enthusiastically licked her bottom and then suppressed his orgasm until she gave him permission to cum. I couldn't believe how excited I was to hear about Joel's submission, especially to Kasey. It was as if a veil had been lifted and my eyes were now wide open to what was possible. When Kasey invited me to her next "date" with Joel it was an opportunity I couldn't resist.
That evening changed my life. I saw Kasey's full command of her sexual prowess. It was awe inspiring. Kasey manipulated Joel with a deft hand, first humiliating him by making him stand in his doorway, naked, and then making him beg and grovel for her attention, ultimately having him lick her ass while fingering her to an orgasm. The energy in the room was palpable. Joel's desire to please Kasey and Kasey's desire to control Joel overwhelmed me. I was literally panting that entire evening and was even scolded for playing with myself while witnessing Joel's submission. Ultimately Kasey got me to acknowledge that I wanted to be her slut.
That was three years ago. Kasey and I moved in together right after graduation from high school and had been together the entire three years since. She was working part-time at a public relations firm and carrying a full class load at a local university. She was the fortunate beneficiary of a family trust that allowed her to purchase a small house in the Richmond District of San Francisco. I was working full-time at a local hospital as a nurse's aide in the labor and delivery department, saving my money to study for a certification as a physician's assistant.
I apologize for the aside, but I should have always been thinking and saying "Mistress Kasey" or just "Mistress," but sometimes I slipped up and thought of her as just "Kasey." But that wouldn't be right. She didn't belong to me. I belonged to her.
And that pecking order was oh so clear over the past three years when I've been her slut. Perhaps another time when I have several days to recount what I've done to, with, or for her. Suffice it to say it was almost every depraved submissive act that Mistress Kasey and I could dream up. I did all of these depraved acts willingly and lovingly.
Our quest for my full submission to Mistress evolved into a game. Mistress would pick a new venue that she could decide to tell me about, or keep it to herself, and then dream up a submissive act to be performed by me in that venue. Mistress had modified the game over time to encompass one last element. Could Mistress make me disobey a direct command?
Today was the day. It was like celebrating Christmas and my birthday on the same day. I wanted to slow down the passage of time. It would be over too soon. Could I store every image from today so that I could use it as a library when I wanted to think of her?
I heard the sound of the garage door opening - the slow grind of the motor, the car easing into the garage and then silence. I was ready. I was nude, wearing only the first collar that Mistress gave to me. I'd since been given four more, and I treasured each one of them. I fingered the well-worn leather collar and tugged at it, trying to relieve some of my nervous energy. I was kneeling with my legs slightly open. I would put my hands behind my head when I heard Mistress turning the doorknob of the side door to the garage.
