The Meat Up
"DON'T TELL ANYONE!!
Let me see what I'm missing.
Say you have some running around to do.
Wash
My office now... you have 1 hour to get here. Don't expect any more
NOW
GO."
I race into the shower. Carefully cleansing my body. The ritual. Pits, pussy, and prickly pear legs. Down to an efficient science; under 10 minute record breaking time.
I lather myself in lotion, wet high bun, brows, eyeliner, and just a smidge of maskscara. I step into Yoga shorts, skip on my Jane's Addiction shirt, and place my chunky green glasses on.
Into my car I speed into the dusky summer evening. My heart racing in anticipation of what awaits me.
I pull into the parking lot along side of his car. I get out and we walk towards the entrance to the building.
He unlocks the door, let's both of us in, and then locks it quickly behind us.
It's after hours and there appears to be no one inside from a possible cleaning crew.
As always, I follow his lead. I would follow him anywhere, especially if asked to.
After all, He is my Dom Daddy.
And tonight, this dirty girl will be subdued wrapped in the rope of his artistry. Held captive in his vision and mercy.
We walk to the elevator and he presses the up button.
I can't stop looking at him. I can't help but notice how much he's changed. Then how much somethings never change. I can't help but stare, smile, and blush at the same time.
He looks at me, and says "what."
I quickly look away and exhale loudly. Now I'm overwhelmed with anxiety, sweaty, and nervous.
He places his hand on my back and ushers me inside the elevator with him.
My skin is on fire from his touch. I have been waiting for this. My moment to be alone with him. When it's okay to finally touch each other.
The doors close and he says