Just a little side note... it was really hard for me to write this. I've never really written in first person or present tense and it was an experience that I doubt I am going to repeat anytime soon. Nevertheless, I was compelled to write the story in this fashion: she'll know why.
~ For Mistress
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I wait anxiously outside your work, the noise and bustle of the kitchen permeates the back door of the restaurant. I know all is in order, my plan is perfect, but still... my heart races in what I have planned for you. The evening air chills my skin, yet I tremble. Had Bianca, my co-conspirator, forgotten the plan? I wouldn't doubt it.
But then I am gratified with the sound of your voice, coming closer to the back door where I wait, "No problem Joey... I can take out the trash for you." From what I know Joey is the dishwasher and normally takes out the trash; I am pleased with Bianca's clever trick. The back door opens and you emerge carrying a trash bag, eager to rid yourself of its weight by waddling quickly over to the dumpster. I slide behind you after you leave the kitchen, closing the door quickly and I lean against it, smirking in content with myself.
As you notice me standing in the faint light coming through the grated back door, you jump, startled, and instantly laugh recognizing me.
I quickly close upon you, taking your warm body in my arms, "Don't laugh... this is a kidnapping. Or should I say beautiful-girlfriend-napping?"
"Oh really? I suppose I should call for help," you play along, reaching into your pocket for your cell phone. I quickly disarm you as my hand reaches into my back pocket and comes up with a black velvet blindfold. I quickly tie it around your eyes and take hold of your arms.
"Oh no oh no! Somebody please help me!" You cry out half-heartedly as I lead you to my car holding both your hands behind your back. Your long, slender feminine fingers wrap around my hands and I squeeze them reassuringly. I open the passenger door, pausing only to remove your apron stuffed with straws and napkins for customers, "You won't need that..."
"What about my shift? I can't leave the place short-staffed!" Your plea doesn't convince me that you are too worried about it.
"See, in an ordinary kidnapping, I don't think the hostage would be too worried about her shift being covered... but I got Bianca to cover for you." I whisper the last part, as if it's a secret that will ruin the whole experience. I buckle you in and run over to the driver's seat.
I can't help but notice your good looks. Your delicately tanned skin, your wide, inviting mouth unbearable in its fullness and your cute button crowned nose, all framed by your silky brown hair. For an instant I consider removing the blindfold so I can see your curious, dark eyes, but I know this is your fantasy, this kidnapping, and I will indulge you.
"Where are we going?" Your head turns from side to side, your eyes daring to peek under the soft folds to look out the window. I gently pull down your blindfold just a little further and hold a finger to your moist, red lips, "Hush."
The car rumbles along, you still don't know where we are going, but twenty minutes later we come to a stop.
"Where are-?" My lips stop yours mid-sentence, pressing fully onto your mouth. The shock quickly fades as I push my tongue between our kiss, eager to find yours and dance the dance of lust. You moan and lean into it.
I want this to be perfect... I need to pull away, "What did I tell you about questions?" To be in a position of authority is so uncomfortable for me, you know by now my submissive and sensitive nature. But tonight isn't about me, it's about you.
"I'm sorry... I'll be a good girl." You muster the best pouty face I've ever seen.
I peck you on the forehead before jumping out and pulling you from the car. The ground beneath your feet crunches and slides a little with each step, but I hold you close, cautiously making sure you don't slip with one hand holding yours and my other holding your hip so I can press your body into mine. You climb a few steps, supported by me, and hear a door open. The air inside the room smells fresh and clean, there is a hint of vanilla in the air.
"Where are we going? It better not be any place nice, I am far from presentable!" You cry in mock outrage, but I know you better and I know you trust me.
Upon entering the threshold, I left you up under your knees and around your shoulders, holding you close to my body. The steady pace of my legs lulls you into relaxation as I slowly set you down on what you guess to be a bed.
"Where are you?" I ask gently, eagerly watching your face as you smile, "I don't know..."
"Good... wait here pumpkin. Don't you dare move." My feet pad away from you, only to return a minute later. I don't say a word as I move closer to you sitting on the edge of what you suspect to be the bed. My bare, tip-toeing feet are inaudible and I surprise you by taking hold of the bottom of your black blouse, pulling it over the top of your head quickly, yet leaving the sleeves turned inside out on your wrists. Your arms are bound together, above your head: you are mine.
I quickly readjust your blindfold and kiss the fabric above each of your eyes, making you inhale sharply. My lips work their way down your nose, lightly trailing their way down over your mouth, just barely a caress and a breath over your lips. Down your chin, your throat, and I pause briefly to suck the soft skin of your neck between my teeth.
Your heart beats faster as I near your breasts. I linger just above your feminine mounds, still trapped beneath your lacy black bra. Your chest rises and falls uncontrollably.