It's difficult to have a long distance relationship, especially when the relationship is based mostly on sex. Now don't misunderstand me, I care for James a lot, he's an amazing man, but I'd say he's at his best when he has me in his complete control, and I'll be begging him just to let me cum.
The other day I received a phone call from him. He has such a deep, rich voice, that any sound that comes from his lips can make you melt in an instant, which is exactly what I did. Thank God there was a chair next to me.
"Hello dear, have you checked your mail today?"
"No I haven't, why?"
"Set the phone down and go get your mail."
"And what should I expect to see in my mailbox?"
"Go!"
With a sigh, I put the phone down and went out to get the mail. There was the usual junk, some bills, and one letter, which had no return address on it. I went back into the house and picked the phone back up.
"I'm back."
"Find anything unusual?"
"Yes... there's an envelope with no return address."
"Open it."
I opened the envelope to find no letter, just an airplane ticket, scheduled for two days from now. Then he spoke.
"You will be spending the week with me, Sophia. I will pick you up at the airport in two days. By the way you will be receiving a package tomorrow, open it, there will be a small gift along with further instructions. I will see you in two days. Goodbye my dear."
The line went dead. I sat there and stared into space for a while. I hadn't seen him in more than two months, now, I was going to spend the week with him. Then my thoughts turned to what I was going to find in the package tomorrow, I had no idea. Suddenly I realized that I was going to be out of town for an entire week. I called my boss and began to beg him to let me have the week off. But he informed me that I already did, it had been cleared over a month ago. I merely smiled, thanked my boss and hung up.
"So he's really planned this," I said to myself.
I tried to occupy myself as I had nothing to do. Trying to keep my mind off of what the next week would bring. I tried playing solitaire, watching T.V. But nothing worked. Finally, around 9:30 I decided to just go to bed.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of the doorbell. I glanced at my clock, it was 10:00am, I couldn't believe I had slept that long. I jumped out of bed and answered the door just wearing an old men's dress shirt. When I opened the door I found a package on my doorstep. I quickly brought it inside. I cut away the tape and opened the box. Inside was a beautiful dress. It was black and sleeveless. I tried it on and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked magnificent in it and it fit perfectly. It went down to about my knees and flowed lovely, but if a sudden wind came about, the whole world would see my underthings, and I'm sure James planned it that way. I looked into the box for the instructions that he had promised. But there was something that I hadn't noticed before. There was a pair of black stiletto heels, about four or five inches, sandal toe, and a strap across the ankle. They also fit perfectly. Then at the bottom of the box was a handwritten note:
I believe everything will fit my dear. This is what I want you to wear for me the day you leave. That also means that you may only wear what is in the box. You also need to make sure that you shave your pussy, I want it nice and smooth. There will be an inspection. The following things are the only things you may pack. The usual toiletries (hairbrush, toothbrush, make up, etc), one pair of jeans, one t-shirt, and a formal dress, this is all my dear. If I find anything else in your suitcase I will confiscate it and you will get it back at the end of your stay, maybe. I will see you at the airport tomorrow. Love, James P.S. You will refrain from touching yourself until I give you the order.
"Damn it!" I said out loud. Just the thought of seeing him had gotten me wet! I undressed, hanging my new dress up in the closet and placing the shoes below them. I was tempted to take a bath, but I knew that there was a good possibility that that would lead to my fingers buried in my cunt. Not wanting to disobey him I just took a quick shower instead. After getting out of the shower, I put on low rider jeans and a tight black tank top, wearing a little black bra and panty set. Considering my flight was early in the morning, I decided to pack then. Besides it would give me something to do. However, it only took me about fifteen minutes to pack since James gave me a very short list.
Not knowing just what to do with myself, I decided to go out shopping. I went to the mall and roamed about a bit. I wanted to get him some sort of gift, but what in the world could I get for a man like him? I look at ties and such, but that just didn't seem like the right kind of gift to get him. As I was sitting down to eat a little snack, it came to me. I finished eating and hopped in my car. I drove for a while and finally arrived at a tack shop. I walked in and the guy at the counter just smiled at me. I could tell just what he was thinking. "Why the hell would a city girl like me come into a tack shop?" I smiled back at him and started to roam around the shop. After a few minutes the guy walked up to me and asked if he could help.
"Well yes, actually, I'm looking for a riding crop." He raised an eyebrow, I could tell he was thinking why I would need a riding crop. I didn't answer his silent question, I just continued to stare at him. Finally he led me to where I could find what I was looking for. I chose a nice black firm one, payed him for it and drove back home. I wrapped it simply by tying a nice red bow around it. I then placed it on top of my other things in my suitcase. Since I had to get up early I set my alarm clock and stripped, sliding under my covers and turning out the light. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, thinking about the upcoming week.
I awoke to the most unpleasant sound that mankind has ever created, my alarm clock. Just as I was about to hit the snooze button, I realized what day it was. I would be seeing James in a few hours. I got up and quickly went to the shower. I washed my hair, soaped down my body and shaved my legs and pussy, very smooth. I hopped out and got dressed in the dress James had given me. I then strapped the stiletto heels to my feet. I glanced at the clock and realized I had to go or I was going to be late. I grabbed my purse and my suitcase and locked the door behind me.
When I took my seat on the airplane, I realized just how fast my heart was beating. I took a few nice deep breaths, trying to relax myself. Just then a young couple took their seats next to me. I smiled and said hi, and they returned the greeting. We soon took off, it was about a three hour flight. I quickly fell asleep. I was exhausted, I hate getting up early, I'm definitely not a morning person. When I awoke, about two hours later, I looked over at the young couple next to me. The woman was asleep, but the man was reading the paper. He noticed I had woken up, he looked over at me and said,
"Ya know, you snore."
"I do not," I retorted.
"Oh, yeah you do, the pilot thought there was something wrong with the engines, but it was just you." He then laughed to himself.
