It has been 2 weeks, more than 2 weeks actually: 2 weeks, 3 days, 4 hours and some odd minutes. I kept telling myself that things would get easier. That this decision I made was for the best, and things would get easier. I needed to do this. I couldn't walk around for the rest of my life being someone's sex slave... regardless of how much I enjoyed it. It was time to move forward with my life. Not to mention that things between us had fizzled, I didn't have the time and neither did you.
When I had told you, you had tried to talk me out of it... but I had none of it. I was adamant that things were over, and our relationship would be purely platonic moving forward. However that was easier said than done. I could say whatever I wanted, but it didn't keep my mind from wandering. I had to fight myself every day to keep from calling you and begging you to guide me to orgasm after glorious orgasm. Throughout every day I would find my mind wandering back to our afternoons together, and reliving the experiences, until I found myself lying in bed, fingers in a soaked pussy cumming. My dreams always cycled back to you, and when I awoke, I was teetering on the edge of calling you again. I tried to get rid of you, by having sex with someone else... it didn't work, I still wanted it to be you. I envisioned it was you behind me pounding relentlessly into me; harder, faster, deeper, until I could no longer take it and I exploded into orgasm. I wanted it to be you punishing my ass, my pussy, my breasts until I begged for mercy. Two weeks, three days, 4 hours, and some odd minutes.
Things would get easier I tell myself again... I just need to get you out of my head, and move forward. With that I toss the blankets back, and get out of bed, where I had spent the night in restless sleep dreaming of you. It was time to start the day. I get dressed for the day, my white lace bra, panties, a simple button up blouse, and a pair of jeans. I couldn't help but know that you would not have approved of the outfit, but that didn't really matter now did it.
As I moved downstairs, I start a pot of coffee, and move to the bathroom to clean up, and brush my hair. Feeling human, I sip my coffee. Eight am... after this I can head outside and get a few things done in the yard I tell myself. Enjoying the morning sunshine coming through the window, I am startled back to reality when I hear my cell phone buzz at an incoming text. I look to see that it is you, and before I read the message I feel a shot of electricity buzz through my spine.
"I will be at your house in 15m, dress to impress." A simple message, yet the effect it has on me is immediate. I feel myself gasp, and my body begin to heat up.
Oh no he doesn't, I tell myself. He isn't just going to waltz in here and derail me. No matter what my body is telling me, I will not cave into this man. Pffft... dress to impress... he doesn't own me... not anymore. In fact I am not even going to let him in the house. All this going through my head, but I can already feel the wetness building. My body is on fire with desire.
"Get yourself under control Sarah." I say out loud.
I have no idea what I did for the next 15 minutes, time just rushed away, while I tried to give myself a pep talk of what I would and wouldn't say and do with you. But I hear the doorbell ring, and I know it is you. I take a deep breathe, and walk to the door, forcing myself to put on a pleasant smile.
"Good morning.... Ike," I say, remembering that I will no longer be referring to you as sir, or master... which is a change that takes us both by surprise.
You are wearing sun glasses, and I can see your brows arch in surprise over the top of them. I smile, knowing that I have just driven the point home.
"Good morning slave," you reply.
Refusing to back down I reply, "I'm sorry you have come at a bad time, I am just getting ready to leave, maybe we can do this another time."
You look me up and down and say, "Without your shoes on?"
CRAP, I think to myself.
Before I can say anything else, you raise the glasses up to the top of your head, you stare coolly at me. "We need to talk, it can either be out here where your neighbors can witness things, or you can invite me in... which is it going to be?"
"I... well... ummmm...." I feel my head spinning a bit as I try to decide what to do, and how to respond.
"Well....?" I hear you say impatiently.
"Yes, of course come in si.. Ike," I catch myself before I get the title out.
I open the door, to allow you in, knowing it is a mistake, knowing that this is the beginning of the end. NO NO NO, I tell myself, hold strong.
"Can I offer you a cup of coffee?" I say moving into the kitchen.
"Sure," you say following me in.
I pour you a cup, as you pull a chair out by the table and sit down. I sit it down before you, and back up leaning against the kitchen counter, placing some distance between us.
"Aren't you going to sit down?" you ask, knowing what I am doing.
"No I think I will stand," I reply, "what was it you needed to talk to me about."
You wait a few moments, as the silence sits in. "Please sit down with me," you say taking a drink of your coffee.
I must look shocked, I don't think I have ever heard you ask me for anything with the word please associated with it in my life. I feel myself moving across the room, and I pull a chair out from the table, still positioning myself several feet away. I cross my legs as I sit down, with a mental note that they are to stay crossed.
I see the sly smile perk at your lips.