We had been waiting for this moment forever.
My soulmate and the love of my life, Sara White, was finally moving from Dallas to live with me in Houston.
She texted me saying, "I'm here. Love you." She was five minutes late.
I heard her come in the door. She dresses similar to me at work, wearing skirts and blouses or a dress. She has to wear a collar and nipple rings at all times so there is a place to clip on my leash 24/7.
This is what we do when she comes home:
She put her bag on the stand and kicked off her shoes, placing them on the garment rack next to the door. She hung each garment in its place on the rack, first her dress then her bra. The panties went on top, folded inside out for my inspection.
I walked over, took her arm and sat her on the little bench beside the rack. It was there to sit while you tied your shoes or needed a place to lock up your girlfriend. I locked her wrists in the cuffs I have bolted through the bench.
She will have to sit here until the waiting period has expired. After the waiting period, I clip my leash on her collar and unlock the cuffs. She is free to do whatever she wants or whatever I tell her to do. Last night, there was a one hour waiting period.
Inspection found her panties were clean and damp. She keeps her pussy waxed so there wasn't even a hair on them. All I could smell on them was Sara and I didn't taste any cum on them either. I didn't expect to since she is not to have sex or an orgasm unless I am present.
Sara is a blonde-haired, blue-eyed bombshell, She's a little younger, a little shorter with bigger boobs than me. She smiles easily with a happy face. She is chattier than me and definitely sluttier than me. We were both beaming and I couldn't wait to hold her.
She didn't break the silence so far even though I thought for sure she would. Now we would find out how long she could hold her pee.
I know it sounds weird to wait. Why don't we just run into each other's arms and kiss? Why don't we make mad passionate love and save that BDSM stuff for later? Well, for Sara and me, it's not cosplay, it's a lifestyle.
She's the masochist in the family, I'm the sadist and we use bondage and discipline to achieve the best orgasms possible. One day we will find them. In a way we are chasing the dragon.
We keep it under wraps as much as possible when we have to deal with people. We realize not everyone appreciates the lifestyle, so we are discrete. Honestly, people think we wear chokers with jewelry on them when really they are dress collars with rings on them to clip a leash.
I stood in the kitchen with my back to the sink and watched her squirm. I know damn well she had to pee because I know Sara. I figured correctly that she prolly took a piss at lunch and cut out early to get here. She ran past the bathroom, jumping into her truck and driving four hours to my place in Houston. Now she had to sit out the waiting period.
Well, you know I'm a golden girl, and so is Sara. She doesn't squirt but she loves when I do. We are piss lovers from way back, licking sweat, cum, pee and girl juice off each other when necessary. We have tasted everything that comes out of each other's bodies. Honestly, I could tell you if Sara was ill just by the flavor of her sweat. Weird, huh?
Anyway, we both knew she couldn't hold out for one hour. The real question is whether or not she would make me wait the whole hour. Did I have to wait? I guess not. Did I anyway? Well, yes, that was the rule. Sometimes waiting is the hardest part. One mustn't break the rules. It is not permitted. I closed up the house and put the AC on while I waited.
I changed into a black leather bustier with a miniskirt, stockings and boots. I would have been happy to just get naked, but Sara likes me to dress the part of a dominatrix. She says it's intimidating and a little scary.
Last night I wore my new boots with the six-inch soles and my new hat and gloves too. Honestly, the scent of Sara and leather together should be bottled as perfume.
I came out of the bedroom fifty-five minutes just as Sara said, "Samantha." I could see her piss was running off the bench and dripping on the floor below. She had a big bright smile on her face.
That bitch made we wait the whole hour.
I yelled at her for pissing on my bench and floor and walked over there. The six-inch platform soles made seen way taller than her. I unlocked her cuffs and picked her up by the hair.
