I showed Joey the brief text exchange and he immediately questioned why I would engage her again in the same realm that led to disaster or even at all.
"I was confused about her reaction, but after some reflection, I knew it was my fault. I lost control of myself and broke the cardinal rules of what we do. Babe! She turned me on so much with what she was doing!"
His smile warmed my heart.
"Let me ask you this because I don't want to see a repeat of what happened," he said. "I don't want to ever see you hurt like that again. What do you think will be different this time?"
"There's a mystery deep inside her that I hope to unravel one day, but she's still the same Melissa I knew once upon a time. Well, kind of. This Melissa wants to own me, and the
crazy
part is, I want to let her. In the process of me wanting to let her, I
need
to let her, if that makes sense."
He was infinitely more invested once I confessed my innermost desires. His mood soured slightly as well.
"Can you tell me more about that? That thought makes me feel a certain way about the future and I have to tell you, Kelly, I don't like that future."
I thought about what I had just told him and I knew what he was scared of.
"No, babe, you own my heart and with that comes my body and soul. I want her to own ultimate
control
over me. A type of control you said yourself you don't want. Remember what you told Melissa? You want limited control. I have wanted that since we started this game of ours. I will always want that from you.
"You should have heard how she talked to me last night, babe. She spoke with such confidence that makes me wet right now imaging her exercising her control over me. Just because I want that doesn't mean I want you any less. You chose me when you asked me to marry you and not a day will ever go by that I will regret saying yes. Will you let her have me in her special way if she forgives me?"
He asked more questions and I answered them as best as I could with the promise that as better or more informative answers came to light, I would share them with him without delay. I was sure to make him understand that when I used words like "own" and "belong" with her, it was only in the capacity of her dominance over my body. The previous smile that filled me with happiness returned.
I just needed to reclaim Melissa and I would feel a new level of completeness.
I made a plan and only had a few days to carry it out. The first thing I did was to get the style of clothes she demanded I wear. They were easy to find, and I soon realized why they were important to her scheme. Sundresses with comfort fit panties and bras. They provided her easy access to my body but didn't leave indentions on my skin. They felt loose on me but never slipped at the same time. I also realized how easy these clothes would be to take of if ever I was told to and didn't have a lot of time to do it.
Once I had the clothes, I had to prepare my body for her. I stepped into the shower the morning of and prepared myself for my friend and de facto mistress. I made sure I was shaved throughout, especially my mound. I was used to having a little tuft of hair above the hood of my clit but for her, I wanted to give her everything she wanted. I stood in the mirror, looking at myself completely nude, completely bare and I called myself hers,
"You're her woman now, Kelly," I said aloud to myself. "You'll do what she says."
I said the same thing to my husband when he first brought up the idea of me submitting to him. It was almost natural for me to call him 'sir.' It's like I wanted it. In the moment you would not have known that, but it was meant to be. I was a natural submissive. Melissa was about to take it to a whole new level.
One last look in the mirror and I was finally satisfied. I was dressed to please my new owner. I knew she would inspect me and correct any deficiencies I would have. I did my best to not disappoint her. My underwear was lacey and white. My dress was white with sunflowers on it. I wore a conservative perfume and put my hair up. She had access to every bit of skin my clothes didn't cover up.
I kissed Joey goodbye and told him I didn't know when I would be home. I suggested that he have a plan for a solo evening because if things went well, I would aim to resume what she started several days before. I joked that he should also have a tub of ice cream and a sappy movie on hand in case things go badly.
I nervously drove to her place, questioning every decision I made as I prepared myself for her. I nearly turned around a few times to change something random. My own self-respect convinced me that I was good enough for her but my desire to please her kept me second guessing that. When I arrived at her place, I had made up my mind that my self-respect was better served by fulfilling the needs I had in life. I knocked weakly at her door, and she soon opened it, looking me up and down briefly before speaking to me.
"I'm glad you showed up," she said without emotion. "Come in."
I walked inside her place and stood silently in the middle of what I assumed was the living room. She closed the door silently and locked the deadbolt as well as the regular lock.
"Let's see what we have here," she said.
She walked over to me and stood not far from my side.
"Take off your clothes," she told me.
I remembered how she preferred me to perform that task and I followed every step. My shoes, outer garments, panties, and bra were all folded in a neat pile shortly after her command. I stood and presented the stack of clothes in my open hands to my mistress.
"Nicely done, Kelly. You're shaven and you showed up in the clothes I told you to wear. Why did you do all this, knowing what happened before?" she asked.
I was quick to answer.
"I didn't want you to leave me," I said plainly and without delay.
"Do you need me?" she asked as she approached me.
I watched her body move around me. There was something about her that was odd to me in the moment. It seemed she was being seductive. It was a tease, though. Her tone told me she couldn't wait for me to fuck her, but her face told me she would do everything she could to ensure I didn't cum. I told her I did need her.
"Why do you want me," she asked unexpectedly.
My thoughts ran rampant for a moment, and I eventually caved into my ultimate desires.