The Tattle Tale
Chapter Five
The next morning, I woke up long before Melissa did. I wanted show her how invested I was in being an obedient sub that I was going to make her breakfast and present it to her. It was a debate I spent a long time on but decided that if she had it available, she would be more likely to enjoy it. There was no guarantee, but the risk was part of the excitement. With that, I strode naked into the kitchen and began my work.
I cooked eggs with some extras added in since there was no bacon, sausage or other sides to speak of. I kept as quiet as possible to hear when she woke. I wanted to present myself along with the food I had prepared. Eggs by themselves have little aroma, but the butter, salt, pepper and other items of aromatic value did the trick.
She walked into the kitchen with little fanfare. She was beautifully nude but presented herself as if nothing was amiss. She paused on her way to me, stretched her arms wide and yawned loudly. As her composure returned, her hands seemed to mindlessly cup her breasts, squeezed them, pinch her nipples, then fall to her sides. It was the second time she did that. I didn't know if he was just something she did without thought or she did it because she yearned for that feeling.
When she approached me, I turned, bowed my head and waited for her permission to continue. It was like I needed her acknowledgement and approval.
"I've made you breakfast. It's not much, but I can improve if you allow it," I said with my eyes set to the floor.
She moved close to me and inspected me, the food and finally, the smell in the air.
"I don't have much, yet you managed to wake me with this amazing smell," she told me.
My heart swelled and a moment happened inside me. I was so proud of myself for pleasing her. It was like nothing else in the world mattered. Had she been less than impressed with my efforts, I would have gone beyond the moon to fix what I messed up. It left me with a hole in my soul at the same time. Joey was at home, no doubt waiting for me to come to him. He had no idea that my mind was swirling around the possibility that I had found the dom that would take me further than he ever could.
"Why did you do this?" she asked.
Still looking toward the floor, I replied, "I want to make you happy."
She put her curled finger under my chin and lifted my head up.
"Your life is not about servitude. You'll learn how to make me sufficiently happy and then some as we live our lives together. You're not my slave, please don't act like it."
I nodded lightly.
"Don't let the food burn, Kelly."
I liked that her casual reminder came across also as an order with the two disguised within each other.
I quickly returned to my meal preparation. I served it the best way possible with what I had. I put the dish in front of her and stood silently waiting for her to guide me further. I stood by the table and waited for her to tell me how she liked the food I prepared. After the first bite, she looked up at me and asked me what I was waiting for.
"I... I figured I would wait for your approval in case I needed to make you something else," I said quietly.
She dropped her fork in frustration. She turned her chair toward me and took my hand in hers.
"You need to learn that you're not a slave, Kelly! This is about who is in charge and who's not. You'll figure it out. Go get a plate and sit with me."
I was learning with every word she told me. I prepared my own plate and sat across from her. I began to think about the activities of the day and what might follow.
"What mischief can I get into today?" I asked cautiously.
"The sky is the limit," she told me. "Remember, though, there are consequences to every action. Remember what I said about training, punishment and everything in between. I'll train you when you need it. Also, remember that it's not always about
causing
trouble. Don't build your life around the punishment. You have a lot to learn, Kitten. Enjoy the journey!"
I smiled and acknowledged what she said.
I knew enough by that point to keep that excitement to myself. In the midst of that excitement, my thoughts went back to Joey again. He was home alone and likely waiting impatiently for my return. It seemed the concern I had was written all over my face. I cursed myself for wearing my emotions on my sleeves so much that I couldn't even keep a single thought to myself. I knew then that I would be good for Melissa. My heart jumped in my chest when I realized I was as good for her as she was for me.
"What's wrong?" she asked plainly and almost put out that she had to ask.
I blinked and a tear fell down my face. I shook my head vigorously in refusal of her question.
"What's wrong?" she asked in a tone that suggested I should not make her ask again.
I stifled my tears and attempted to answer her.
"What about Joey?" I asked in emotional pain.
"What about him?" she nonchalantly replied.
I sniffled and cried a bit longer before replying.
"He doesn't treat me like you do," I sobbed.
It seemed the talk I had with my husband about that very concern only temporarily soothed my fears over my changing emotions. She came to me, stared into my eyes and let me cry. I was truly at a loss because of how she made me feel. In the moment, I felt like she had become my whole world, but she was about to set me straight.
"When you're done being emotional, let me know."
I let myself be that way a tad longer and finally nodded to her when I was done.
"Good. It's okay to be emotional, Kelly. I'll strive to never make you feel bad about that. You're getting caught up with a lot of feelings right now and you should know it's normal. I'm not replacing Joey at all. He's your husband and you married him for a reason, yes?"
I sniffled and nodded at her again.
"Were you ever this emotional about him?" she asked.
Again, I nodded.
"You're being a little extra right now because not only have you always felt a certain way about me as your friend, but now we're getting intimate with one another. Plus," she added, "I'm helping to fulfil a need that's been buried inside and has only been let out slowly until now. I came around and opened the handle to the faucet that was only leaking before."
I wiped my eyes as I listened to her rationalize my feelings.
"Joey still has a place in your heart, and I'd rather walk away from you right this moment than know you broke that apart over me. If everything goes well, then I'll be a happy addition to your life, not a replacement for something we both know already makes you happy."
She was telling me all the right things. I went to hug her, but stopped abruptly knowing I didn't have her permission just then. Instead of telling me I had permission, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close to her. Her bare breasts pressed against mine and I found my hands wandering over her silky-smooth skin and down her back.
"Easy there, Kitten. We have things to do today."
I cupped her ass in my hands and just held them there. I didn't squeeze her, I just held her. When she realized I wasn't attempting to molest her, she rested her head in the crook of my neck and just stood with me in the middle of the kitchen. I think we both knew what was brewing between us. We stood there for several minutes before she broke the silence.
"I have something for you. Come with me."
I walked with her to her room where she dug through her drawers and pulled out a fistful of items. She walked up to me and one by one, she wrapped things around my neck.
"You're a beautiful woman and should be adorned with beautiful things," she said as she wrapped the first one.
"Leather isn't your style," she said after inspecting me.
She took that one off and tossed it aside.
As she put another on me, she spoke again.
"Gold isn't classy for you. Platinum is pretty and clean," she said as she stepped back to look me over. "Purple and blue gemstones."
She took that one off and set it on the bed next to us and put another around my neck.
"Silver is subordinate to platinum. Ocean blue and a deep red? No. No gemstones," she said taking that one and tossing it with the first one.
She retrieved another and placed it on me.
"Ornate tungsten with inscription. This one is unique and never been worn for the purpose it was intended. I wore this one once during a time when I was still figuring out who I was in the world. It means a lot to me."
She stood back and looked me over, focusing on my new ornament and how it complemented my nude body. She turned me toward the mirror and stood behind me. She wrapped her arms around me. One hand was placed on my tummy and the other cupped one of my breasts.
"You look beautiful, Kitten."
I was speechless. She knew I was overwhelmed but decided to tease me. She placed her lips against the skin of my neck as softly as anyone could imagine and exaggerated the sound of her kiss.
"I want sex," I told her frankly.
"Later," she said, releasing me and walking toward her bathroom.
I stomped my foot like a child and repeated my demand. She turned and approached me until she was in my face.
"What made you think that response was okay?" she asked.
I shrugged like an indifferent teenager. She narrowed her eyes at me.
