She was late...
Perhaps that meant she had changed her mind.
It had been her idea, after all, to learn under me, to submit to my dominion over her.
This was after she'd discovered it was I, all along, who'd had her best interests at heart. And it was not just because I wanted her to get some direction, some discipline, in her life. I looked at my watch again. I wasn't angry, for she was not yet mine. I'd refused to rush into this, for I wasn't sure I could trust her completely. If there wasn't complete trust from either of us, then both of us could not do this.
I heard her car screech to a halt in my driveway.
I watched her through the sheers over the front window as she jogged to the front door. So she knew she was late.
Her keys jangled as she fumbled to put them in her purse, her pumps clicking on the concrete walk.
I'd arisen and open the door just as she was about to ring the bell.
"You're late," I said flatly.
"I-I was in a meeting, and got out late."
"Next time you are to call me and let me know... as a courtesy, if nothing else. I could be worried had you been any later." The disappointment was evident in my voice.
"B-but I told you..."
I raised my finger to my lips, and gave her a sharp look of unmistakable anger.
"The correct response
the
first
time should have been
'I'm sorry.' I'm afraid you're already forgetting your place, and we've not yet entered into this seriously. It's likely a good thing..." my voice trailed off as I turned my back to her and started to walk down the hall to my den. I heard her door close behind me, and the clacking of her heels as she walked to catch me.
"Wait!"
I turned sharply. "Excuse me?" The anger in my eyes was unmistakable, though I struggled to keep my tone with her flat.
"I-I'm sorry..." she stammered, averting her eyes from me.
"FOR?"
"For being discourteous... for forgetting myself. Please forgive me."
"You KNOW I have an issue with you as far as trust goes. And we have talked about how that affects what you have asked from me. It was
your
idea to become my pet, my dear."
A look of genuine remorse crossed her face. I now at least believed in the sincerity of her apology.
"Very well. And what do you propose we do about this?" I am not sure she knew the extent to which I was about to put her to the test. Our future together depended upon the next few moments, and I felt that she was clueless about that.
"I think... no, I know that I deserve to be punished for my insolence and for my inconsideration." I looked over at her, and her eyes were correctly at the ground in front of me.
"Yes... you do. Stand right there until I tell you otherwise."
"Okay... I mean... Yes, Sir."
"Good."
I went over to an island, under which I kept my toys in a cabinet... Picking out a pair of sturdy leather wrist cuffs and matching ankle cuffs, I turned and faced her. Her eyes were still looking down. Good...
"Take off your blouse," I said quietly.
"What?"
"You are not to speak unless I give you permission," I said in an exasperated tone. "Don't you want this?"
"Y-yes... Sir..." her voice trembled.
I really wasn't sure if SHE knew what she wanted... But I patiently waited for her to undo her blouse and lay it on a chair that happened to be right next to her.
"Good," I said, walking over to her. "Now, reach out your wrists."
She looked up at me.
I looked at her sternly... And turned to grab something she could not see. I held it behind me as I resumed walking across the room to where she stood in a rather fetching ecru-colored lace demi-brassiere... It showed off her breasts very nicely, I thought. I handed her the wrist cuffs.
"Put these on."
She slowly put on one, tightening and buckling the leather strap of the cuff, holding it against her chest. And then the other.
"Very good, pet... That is what I will call you. Does that please you?"
"S-sir," she stammered, "Whatever pleases you pleases me."