As Friday drew closer Nikki became more and more nervous. She was due to meet her Domme for the second time, a little over a week since their first meeting. But whereas the first meeting had been all about Nikki, a birthday present organised by her boyfriend when he had realised the online Mistress Nikki had been messaging actually lived just over half an hour from them, this meeting was to allow Nikki to experience what it would be like to serve as the Domme's submissive 24x7. Nikki had been given instructions to meet an Uber at her local railway station at 4pm on Friday. The car would take her to a hotel where she would spend the next 48 hours serving as a submissive to her Mistress. And the Mistress had already made it clear the weekend was all about the submissive pleasing the dominant.
Nikki shaved on the Wednesday evening, having luxuriated in a warm bath before running the razor all across her pubic area as well as under her arms. Her labia had finally recovered from the ordeal suffered at the first meeting, having been pegged, whipped and paddled. Nikki wondered what the second meeting would have in store.
Nikki's boyfriend, Ryan, wasn't there to provide comfort or reassurance. He was now serving as a submissive to an online Dom, having committed to try and serve for a month to buy Nikki out of her commitment to the Dom and thereby allowing her to serve the Mistress instead. The Dom had laid down a strict rule of no contact between the two of them until Friday, whereupon Nikki would be under the control of her Mistress and forbidden to have contact with, or even speak to, any other person without her Mistress's permission.
Whenever her concerns grew too severe, Nikki would try to settle herself by remembering how considerate the Mistress had been at the first meeting. Yes, Nikki had been subjected to whips, crops, paddles and canes, as well as having pegs applied to her nipples and labia, but the Mistress had seemed caring and considerate, doing what she did to raise Nikki's levels of arousal before delivering the most intense orgasm Nikki had ever experienced. The warning she had received about the coming weekend had made it clear Nikki would need to earn an orgasm and she had no idea what that would involve her doing.
On the Thursday evening Nikki laid out her clothes for the trip. She had been told to make an effort for the Saturday evening, the implication being that she was free to wear whatever she wanted for the rest of the weekend. But then she thought back to her various video calls with her Mistress, all of which had involved Nikki kneeling naked in front of her camera phone, which made her wonder just how much of the time away would see her allowed the luxury of clothing at all.
Her Saturday outfit was decided. Lying on the bed was her favourite little black dress, a figure-hugging wraparound style that Nikki felt she was just able to get away with. Nikki was 5'8", with a curvy figure. By her own critical analysis she carried a few pounds more than she would like, but not too many as to make her worry about her weight or step up the limited amount of exercise she did on a regular basis. Next to the dress was her favourite underwear, a lacy black push up bra with solid silk panels covering her areola and the immediate vicinity and surrounded in every direction by lace that permitted a hint of the voluptuous breasts underneath, with matching knickers that had a solid black silk panel over her pubic area and lace covering her groin and hips. The wraparound dress fitted tightly under her breasts, accentuating her strongest asset, remained tight across her stomach, hips and backside before ending just above her knees. The bow with which she tied the belt adding a nod to a more feminine image whilst the figure-hugging nature of the dress showed off all her curves and gave a hint of the pleasure that could be obtained from the body underneath. Finishing the outfit were a pair of black heels, not too high as to make her too tall but raising her heels sufficiently to display her calves. It was what Ryan referred to as her 'knock em dead' outfit and she looked forward to wearing it for her Mistress.
She had been shopping earlier and bought two other sets of underwear, a turquoise blue combination and a more daring black and red pairing; one for Saturday morning and the other for the Sunday. Nikki had already been instructed to wait naked in the hotel room for her Mistress, so she saw no point in travelling in anything too fancy if it wouldn't be staying on for long. Then, reflecting, she rummaged through her underwear drawer and pulled out her comfiest bra and 7-8 additional pairs of knickers. Nikki had thought back to the period before she had met the Mistress when she had been required to spend her days with a vibrating egg inside her vagina. The constant presence had made her so wet she had been getting through up to 6 pairs of knickers a day and if there was any prospect of her being denied an orgasm, she didn't want to be in a permanent state of arousal and run out of dry knickers.
After much deliberation over the rest of her wardrobe she had decided to be herself. That would mean travelling in leggings and a T shirt and taking two pairs of jeans, one black and the other blue. A small selection of long and short sleeve Ts and a jumper completed her options. She had no idea what was planned for the sleeping arrangements, or even whether she would have her own room to sleep in but had bought a silky negligee on her shopping trip. After all, she had been instructed to please her Mistress so she wanted to make some effort, especially if there was any chance that she might sleep in the same room.
Finally satisfied at her packing choices, Nikki pulled on some comfy pyjamas and settled into bed with her phone and a mug of tea. She flicked through her Twitter feed, checking the Dom's account and the new, submissive account that Ryan had been asked to create. Neither gave any hint of what was going on between her boyfriend and his new Master. She took that as a good sign, the Dom had already indicated that any refusal by Ryan to complete a task would bring an end to the arrangement and mean that Nikki would have to leave her Mistress and once again serve the Master. After liking a few recent tweets on a submissive theme, Nikki settled down to sleep. It didn't take long for her to realise sleep was going to prove elusive.
Friday morning passed in a blur and before she knew it Nikki was locking the door of her flat and setting off on the short walk to the railway station to meet the pre-booked Uber. She checked her watch when she arrived. 3.52pm. There were three Ubers queued up on the opposite side of the road to the official taxi rank. She wasn't sure which was hers and decided to wait until nearer the appointed time. Then, as if it had read her mind, a message appeared on her phone. From her Mistress, quoting just a registration number. Nikki looked up and saw the same registration on the Uber at the back of the queue. She walked confidently across the road and knocked on the passenger window. It powered down and before she could speak the driver said 'Kay Locke?'
'That's me,' said Nikki, wondering if it was actually the Mistress's real name. She threw her case across the back seat and then settled herself into the nearside seat, buckling on her seatbelt. She had no idea where the hotel was or where they were going. The car set off and then her phone pinged again.
