She invited me to dinner, where She wined and dined me, Her foot, playfully slipping up my skirt underneath the table. Each time Her leg slid up, between my supple thighs, it caused me to jump. Trying desperately to maintain my composure as O/our conversation drew on through the evening. It was obvious that She was taunting me, teasing me, to see how Her every comment was received, or every touch elicited a response, favorable or not.
Afterwards, She had me clean up the dining area and dishes and kitchen, removing all rubbish so that it was a spotless and presentable area. As the dishes were being done, my head was swimming. My heart all aflutter, my pulse racing, pounding through my ears, and my composure, well, that was gone 15 minutes into the dinner. Trying to regain composure, as the dishes were being done, the room began to sway.
She came in, immediately as I turned to view her, I became unsteady and toppled to the floor. The room began to spin, as I lay there, feeling nauseated and weak. She helped me up, asked if I were OK., then said perhaps it's best I spend the night to rest, and return home in the morning. Reluctantly, I agreed. Of course, being in Her presence kind of helped that along nicely also. lol Never before had Any Superior made these feeling stir within me, and None since.
Still feeling woozy, as She led me along, I found Her bringing me under Her staircase, then leading me down another set of stairs to a room She had in the basement. She helped me to the bed, located in the center of the room, where I basically collapsed. Fleeting images cleared, then uncleared as I viewed around the room. A solitary desk with some writing implements on it. A bathroom area, with a toilet, and a shower stall. The barest of necessities one would need to get by. Still, one thing caught my eye, that I became almost curiously, almost insanely, obsessed to stare at. It was a chain, attached on the wall to a place above on the ceiling. Just above the center of the bed, hanging from the ceiling, was a leather collar. Oh, how I tried to stay awake, and get rid of the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Having rushed to the toilet area 4 times already, I felt too weak to even begin to garner a closer look at it that night. Somewhere between the 5 toilet rush, and morning, I managed to fall asleep.
When morning came, I wake up, finding myself covered. Apparently, She had lain a blanket on me before leaving the room, but most likely I was either out of it, or exhausted and fell asleep, not ever noticing. I finally getting my bearings, and trying to remember the goings-on of the night previous, I realized, OMG, She has me under Her stairs in a room! What the hell? Why am I naked? Why am I in this room, and where is She? How long have I been here? A myriad of questions ran through my head and made me almost as dizzy as I felt the night before. As originally frightening as my predicament was, mysteriously so, I also found it soothing. I closed my eyes, and focused on calming my now racing heart, that was filled with both fear, and excitement, and confusion. The fear finally passed, the confusion finally began to clear out of my head as the prior evening's events unfolded slowly in my head. When I opened my eyes, peace had settled comfortably within. Still, as curiosity was trying to drive my thoughts, I began to refocus on other things. I immediately made the bed, with tight, hospital corners, putting the pillow, nicely fluffed on the bed, tucking the case ends underneath, then sliding the top of the covers over top, pressing the creases out so it was a neat, military looking cot.
After finishing that, I worked my way to the standing shower stall, found some body wash, turned the water on, and began to bathe myself. Finishing up, I removed the towel from the rack, and began to dry myself off. I dried myself off, then immediately began to clean up any and all excess water on the floor area, using the mop and bucket nearby. I also cleaned the shower stall, as I've been trained all my life to clean up behind myself. Presumptuous? No, not really. In O/our previous nights dinner conversation, She asked how my cleaning habits were in regards to a home and my person. I answered to Her satisfaction, as the conversation traversed through the night, mixing with laughter, and witty quips between U/us.
I was curious about the items in this room, so I began to look about the minimally decorative room. On the desk was a note, folded neatly in half, my name on the envelope. I looked at the envelope, then opened it, seeing nice stationary, with a monogrammed initial: C, Her initial. Hmmm, this is beginning to get interesting was my first thought. While opening the note, Her intoxicating perfume filled my nostrils, sending my olfactory senses went into hyper drive. Unsure of what I was smelling, I lean in closer and take another sniff, and sure enough, it was Her perfume sprayed on this stationary. Cute, I thought. A Lady who sends these kind of letters to Her special someone. The note was written in a lovely Calligraphic handwriting. She had exemplary hand writing. The note simply read: please tidy up the bed, clean up before leaving. C. That made me feel special in a different sort of way.
Putting it on the desk top, I begin to sit down for a moment, to thank the lovely MistressC, for Her generous invite and kind care to allow me to sleep there the previous evening. I tuck the note back into it's envelope, then lay it down to tuck it into my coat pocket, so I could set it on the dining room table when I left.
Curiosity still working on me, I begin opening the remaining 3 drawers, and having found nothing more, I continue looking about. Thinking to myself, as I saw a short chest of drawers, then looking at my naked body, I make my way to it, and again, begin to open drawers. The first held only my "dainties", the second, my blouse, the last, my skirt and jacket. Looking around as I quickly dressed, in the hopes of Her not catching me here (or catching me-which was my hope *wink wink*), I quickly set my feet into my comfortable shoes. I then continued to walk about the room, trying to find an exit. Having found the stairs, I stepped onto the first step of the landing, yet hesitated. For some strange reason, as much as I wanted to leave, deep inside me, I really didn't want to.
I mean, I barely knew this woman, as a neighbor. Now, here I am, in Her basement room, with the new, refreshing knowledge that She was a Superior. Guess it goes to show, the old adage is true: No One knows where the nose goes when the doors are closed.
Deciding to delay my departure, I returned to the bed for a moment to sit down, and again closed my eyes, as I tilted my head back. Having opened my eyes after a few moments, again I caught a glimpse of that hanging collar. Eying it hanging above, my eyes traced the heavy, link chain from which it was hanging back to the hook on the wall. Curiosity got the better of me. Looking to be sure She was not around, I walked over to the hook, and undid the chain, slowly lowering the collar to the center of the bed. I let the chain all the way down, and hooked it on it's last link, then walked back to the bed and sat on the bed, next to the collar, my heart tapping out a marching song. Lifting the collar, the newness of the leather now filled my nostrils, and I breathed the scent in deeply. The soft, supple leather I caressed as I began to inspect it carefully. Having never before seen a collar up close, I took notice of it's fine craftsmanship. It was a cocoa brown, with tight, secure stitches, with a strong, metal silver band running along the top and bottom of it. The bands, laden with small, polished, silver and black onyx alternating studs sent shivers up my spine. I became as a little girl, happily so, in a toy shop, being given the best gift ever. I began to giggle for no apparent reason. It had a lovely, shiny silver clasp on the back side.
