i was very much looking forward to Quality Time this week. Master was in the shower while i went into the dungeon to meditate on the massage table. My mind was racing, so i spent a lot of time just letting it race while i repeated my mantra to myself. Then, i took an active role in calming myself down by telling myself to calm down and what i expected of myself during the scene, all silently and internally. Master came out of the bathroom lay back crosswise across the massage table. i sat up and couldn't resist. His cock was right there, and he was all stretched out. So i started to suck on him.
i kept that up for a bit and we moved so the he was laying lengthwise on the table to prevent too much blood from rushing to his head. Eventually, he stopped me and told me to get my collar.
i expected my collar to be in its place, but when i opened the drawer, it wasn't there. A little spike of fear shot through me. i asked, "Which collar do you want, Master?", hoping that he wouldn't mind if i picked a different one. No such luck.
"Your training collar."
i swallowed. "It's not in here. i think it's in the bedroom."
"Then you better go get it, hadn't you?"
"Yes, Master," and with that, i began moving toward the door.
As i left the room, he said, "I'm waiting."
"Fuck," i thought to myself. That means he's actually keeping track of how long i'm gone. i hurried up. i frantically checked the three places in the bedroom that i thought it would be, but it wasn't. Then, disaster struck as i knocked an open bottle of Tylenol onto the floor. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." i muttered to myself.
i hurried back to the dungeon. "Master, i knocked over the Tylenol. i need to pick it up so that the dog doesn't eat it. Ok?"
He nodded, and settled back onto the massage table. i knew he was still keeping track of the time, but at least he would know what i was doing. It turned out that the Tylenol had fallen in such a place that the dog couldn't get to it. i picked up the two or three pills that he might be able to reach, checked the room over quickly, and headed back to the back room with my heart in my throat. i had no idea where my collar was, and this was not good.
i entered the room, stood in front of him with my head bowed, and said, "i can't find it, Master."
"You can't find it? And what's with the state of this room? You didn't do such a good job cleaning it up last time, did you?"
Adrenaline shot through me. Fuck again! It has been a good two or three weeks since the last time we had used the room. Plenty of time to clean it, but to be honest, i hadn't thought about it at all. There were toys and shackles all over the floor.
"No, Master," i answered him.
"Kneel," he said. i did. "Your shackles are still tied to the massage table. Make it so that you can wear them."
"Yes, Master." i went to pick them up and glanced around the room from floor level.
There, there was my collar, across the room on the floor by the paraffin heater. i spotted it just as he said, "and you've lost your collar."
My heart jumped. i hadn't. "No, Master." i said. i scooted over and picked it up triumphantly, holding it out to him.
"But you didn't know where it was, did you?"
My heart fell. Crap! "No, Master."
"And if the room had been properly picked up, it would have been in its place."
"Yes, Master." i was utterly defeated.
"Bring it here. Crawl."
i dropped to my hands and knees and crawled across the room to him. He fastened the collar around my neck, and indicated the shackles. He stood over me, frowning, with his arms crossed, as i struggled to undo the knots and release the shackles for use. i could feel his displeasure growing with every second he had to wait, and i rushed through. At last they were free. i placed them on the massage table, and began to sort through the rope.
"Leave the rope." He ordered. i dropped it. "Put it under that table."
