I look at the dashboard clock as I pull up the driveway. It reads half past eight. She must be nervous as hell, at this point. I'm never late. It was the unexpectedly dense traffic that caused me to arrive half an hour after the appointed time but as I consider it, it's not so bad to keep her waiting in anticipation, once in a while. She's used to me being punctual and this must really freak her out.
Good!
It wasn't foreseen, but is nonetheless convenient. I know how much she likes mind games, so I might as well start one before I even enter her apartment.
I push the button on the intercom and without delay I hear the door buzz open. When I arrive on the second floor, the door is already ajar. I push it open and enter, as she comes out of the living room to greet me. She smiles and takes my coat off my shoulders to store it. Standing in the middle of the hallway, I look her over, my face neutral, waiting.
She turns to me, still smiling and in a soft voice, she murmurs: "good evening, Mistress." She comes closer and kisses me on the cheek. Finally, I permit myself to smile back.
"Hello sweetie, been a good girl today?"
For a second, I see a glimpse of doubt flashing in her eyes but it disappears as fast as it came. She smiles again and gives the slightest nod, "Uhuh!". I decide to ignore the prickling sense of deceit in the back of my head -at least for now. I know she's lying but I'll get to it later.
I follow her as she enters the living room while I admire her sensuous figure, clad in a tight fitting mini dress.
"Would you like some coffee?" she asks, already walking towards the kitchen door.
"Tea please," I reply. I hear a faint "OK" as she rummages through the drawers and cupboards, slightly humming. Right! She doesn't seem to be that nervous, after all. She thinks I won't let her down and she's damn right, too. Bloody well aware of the fact that I like her a lot.
I find myself annoyed over the fact that she's way too confident at this point and I memo to myself that, later on, I'll have to do something about that.
She's a very self-assured girl, aware of her abilities and in the way she displays them, she's practically petitioning for reprisal. I know she likes to taunt me to make me punish her. And she knows I like a bit of a handful of a sub, too. I hate the grovelling kind of submissives that writhe at my feet. But this girl isn't like that at all.
As I sit and ponder about that blond tramp in the kitchen, she re-enters the living room with a serving tray, loaded with a teapot, two empty cups and a small sugar bowl. Ah! First chance of undermining that smugness of her. As she puts down the tray on the coffee table, I look at her, raising one eyebrow. "No cookies?" I ask, while I maintain a rigorous expression on my face.
Bingo! Her eyes go wide and she stares at me for a full two seconds, before it occurs to her, I'm not jesting. "But... I mean... you never wanted cookies with your tea before," she stammers, still looking like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. I decide not to react and after another few seconds, she whirls around and rushes off to the kitchen.
Finally, I can let go of the hard task of keeping a stern face and I allow myself the pleasure of a covert smile. Actually, I don't want any cookies. I never take anything while enjoying a good cup of tea. But it was so gratifying to see that startled look on her face and watch her run off to get them, that I'd gladly break with this self-imposed discipline.
When she comes back with a plate filled with Swiss cookies, I notice her avoiding my eyes at all costs.
It gives me the chance to get my face back into 'Mistress mode'. She sits down and fills both cups with the greenish fluid out of the teapot and puts a lump of sugar in mine. After handing me the cup, she takes hers and leans back on the couch. She seems to have recovered from her confusion and she starts a lively conversation about her adventures from last weekend. I decide to play along and we chat for a while in a relaxed atmosphere. After a while, a moment of comfortable silence sets in and I seize the opportunity to get to business.
"So," I ask, "we've been a good girl, then?" I can practically see the red alert sign start to blink in the corner of her eye. She recomposes herself in a second and looks me straight in the face. I got to hand it to that lass, she's in control of herself. I've always known she wasn't your average submissive girl. Much too wilful for that. Too much obstinacy crawls its way through her behaviour and I know for sure she would make a reasonably good domina. She's aware of it and I also know she'd love me to be her mentor in learning. But for now, she's my slave girl and she has a few things coming.
"Uhuh." The same avoiding answer as before. She's not getting away with it this time, though. "Hmmm," I muse, giving her a considering look. "You haven't touched yourself, like I told you?" I inquire. She freezes but keeps staring me in the eyes. In her sweetest voice she says: "No mistress, I haven't masturbated."
That was easy, wasn't it? It wasn't even a lie, I can tell. But when I specifically ask her if she'd been TOUCHING herself, not masturbating, I see the guilt clouding her pretty face. Right! Just as I thought.
Her eyes now wander off to lower regions and her cheeks take on a slightly deeper shade of pink.
"Well?" I insist. She knows there's no benefit in lying to me. I despise lying and she's well aware that my trust in her will be severely damaged if she does. By this time, she's looking at the tips of her bare toes, her head slightly bent forward. When she finally answers me, her voice is merely a whisper, hardly audible.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" I ask. "And speak up! I can barely hear you."
