Returning from another long, tiring day at the office, I hoped Kirsty would go easy on me and act as she sometimes does; like my lover and friend rather than a bitch Domme from hell! Don't get me wrong, I loved her dominating me but after a long day of executive stress, I just prayed that I could soak in the bath and relax on the sofa with a glass of wine. Either way, I had some annual leave coming up and there was no more work for me for 5 days!
I threw my keys on the hall table and threw off my coat. Before I could sink into the sofa, my mobile rang. It was Kirsty.
"Evening slut. You're back late. You've kept me waiting. I'm upstairs. Come and do your duty," she said pointedly.
"Yes Miss." I said obediently and perhaps a little wearily. Yes I was tired but this was my gorgeous, sexy young Mistress. It seemed I was wired and programmed to serve her, even the thought of disobeying never occurred to me anymore.
I climbed up the stairs and headed straight for the bedroom. A gorgeously erotic sight greeted me. Kirsty was spread eagled on the bed. She had on just a pair of black stockings and heels. Her legs were wide open and she was staring straight at me, smiling wickedly. As the bed is at such an angle, as soon as I was in the bedroom, I could see right between her legs. Her fingers were working her clit and she was already very wet. I knew my own fingers would replace them soon. My heart already racing, I motioned to unzip my skirt to start my undress but Kirsty shook her head:
"No time for that you submissive little slut. Just get your tongue in my cunt. Now!"
I just loved her in this mood, enjoying her dominion over me, ignoring my feelings and needs and just ordering me to do stuff. I loved the way that I didn't even bother to mentally question direct orders from her, my body just responded to her commands as though I had thought them myself. Ordered around by a woman ten years my junior and working in my office where I was the 'big' boss and she was just a lowly PA temp. I was in heaven and I forgot all about my tiredness.
I slid across the bed and got to work immediately. I felt Kirsty's body twitch as it always did when she first felt tongue on clit, like I'd just given her an electric charge. She was soaked already, I guess she'd already been playing for a while. I stiffened my tongue so it slid up her juicy cunt. I felt her hands holding my hair up as she often liked to do while I pleasured her. She liked to see my eyes as I serviced her. It was my favourite thing she had me to do her, she would make me maintain eye contact with her at all times as my tongue burrowed inside her. It was done I think, to emphasise her dominion over me. I would do this whenever and wherever she commanded, for as long as she wanted. It was my favourite thing in the world to have my tongue burrowing inside her, feeling her juices running down my tongue and lips, breathing in her heady scent.
This time she looked down on me, that mixture of physical pleasure and lust and that delicious wicked smile she has as if she is taunting me at how easily she can use me. Struggling to speak coherently as my tongue increased her pleasure gradually and relentlessly, I was given further instruction:
"Now Natalie, my little whore, don't you dare remove your tongue. Keep doing what you're doing but look at me as I tell you what I have arranged for you during your time off."
I had no intention of removing my tongue. I'm not sure I could have if I wanted to as Kirsty had clamped her stockinged legs around me and was pushing me into her pussy almost fucking herself with my tongue. I did ensure that my eyes were locked on to hers as I peered over her stomach and she continued:
"You know I booked some leave for you. I thought you could do with a change of scenery. So, tomorrow, you're going to take a weekend break in the country. I've arranged the accommodation. You're going to stay with my Auntie Susan and her husband Alan. In fact, you are their present from me, it's their Anniversary tomorrow. You will do as they tell you for three days and then return to me."
I removed my tongue and immediately protested, "But Kirsty....I can't possibly...I don't even know these people...where do they live...what do you want me to do?" I looked at her pleadingly. I was desperately hoping for some down time and also some Kirsty time. At that moment I was looking for some understanding and a change of mind. Instead, Kirsty glowered and pushed me onto my back with her feet.
"What the fuck are you talking for and who is Kirsty, you do not address me like that! Who is the slut here? You are. You do as I say, all the time, every time!" As she said this, she knelt on the bed, me lying prone, her face screaming into mine. She ripped open my blouse and pulled my bra down so my tits sprang out in a hurry. She almost ripped my skirt as she hoisted it over my waist.
"And what the fuck is this!?" She roared at me, looking down at my legs. In the confusion of all that was going on I didn't even know what was wrong. I looked at my legs meekly and realised. Tights! I was wearing tights! I had standing orders from Kirsty to always wear stockings to work. I couldn't even collect my thoughts to remember why I had put the tights on this morning, probably because I preferred them comfort wise and I didn't expect Kirsty would notice as I would be able to change before I saw her.
"Take those fucking tights off now. Take everything off, you stupid bitch. I'm going to remind you of your place. Get naked, right now, and lie on the bed!"
I stood up, my face crimson in shame at being chided like a school girl. It was a very similar situation. I had been naughty, I had questioned Kirsty's orders, called her KIrsty instead of Miss and also directly disobeyed one of her standing commands. I felt a mixture of shame at my complete loss of dignity and overwhelming lust that she was being more forcefully dominant than I'd ever seen her. If she had ordered me to come right then and there I think I easily could have.
I didn't want any further aberrations at the hands of my young mistress. I stood off the bed, kicked my heels off, unzipped my skirt and slid my offending tights off along with my knickers which were now unbelievably damp. My ripped blouse and bra completed my undress. I quickly lay on my back on the bed, naked. I had little time to think of what Kirsty had in store for me. She knelt next to me and planted her knees either side of my head.
