Mornings are hard, I think to myself, my breakfast coffee barely having touched. My fatigue, as I brush my teeth then start using my electric razor to at least pretend to care about my appearance, while only wearing my loose dressing gown. For a long moment after I'm done I lean against the basin considering my reflection and my mind drifts back to what our argument just three days ago had been and how frustrated you are with our situation. I get it. I really do. I've been working such long hours for months. Sometimes, it seems that we've been more apart than together despite having found our first place together over 6 months ago now. Your comment that "We had a better love life when you lived in another city," still stings but probably because it hits so close to home. We talked about it, or we tried to. You were mad and crying at the time and I, as always, was tongue-tied. So after you had stormed off and I found myself sitting alone in the kitchen biting back tears, when I decided on the spur of the moment that rather than try something new, I'd try something old and forgotten.
I'd written you a note. Now, this is not new between us, this was a thing we did way back when we first dated at university, when one of us left to go back to their hometown or when we'd be apart for more than a week, we'd hide the notes in envelopes somewhere the other would find unexpectedly perhaps even days later. Initially, inevitably, they were pretty explicit and we'd had a lot of fun writing each other things we wanted to do or be done to each other. From simple blindfolds and massages all the way up to blowjobs while driving, handcuffs, spanking and toys. There's something about opening your backpack to see an envelope with your name on it hiding some fantasy or desire just waiting there for you. Of course, it was equally frustrating because you knew it would be a week or more until you actually could do anything about it. Just in case anyone found the notes we didn't write our names opting for Kitten for you and Sir for me. Yeah, you had quite the submissive side back then, I recalled.
The only rule we made was that we couldn't say when we found and read the note, so constantly I would wonder if you'd found what wrote yet, what would you do, sometimes the notes would give you something kinky to buy, record a dirty voicemail, buy a sexy outfit to wear, but leave the choices open. I wouldn't know what to receive until opening a voicemail that left me so hard I'd be tempted to just drive all night to get to you or the time you'd walked into my room to find me ready with massage oils and blindfold. It also occurred to me I hadn't written or received one of those notes in a long, long time.
They were out of habit short and open-ended, enough to give you the freedom to surprise me and make me wonder when I would be surprised and how. The note read:
"Hey Kitten,
You're right, we need to do something, so this is what I want you to do for me.
First, take the money you find with the note and go shopping. You're going to buy a costume, uniform or outfit, for my eyes only, three rules!
1) I want you to dress like someone I can be in charge of, I want to feel in control and you to know that I am, I want to tell you to do things to yourself and I want you to obey.
2) I want that outfit to look so sexy or slutty on you so that I will be hard for weeks to come just thinking about you in it.
3) I want to buy a toy to go with the outfit, something I can use on you or you can use on yourself.
Surprise me, kitten.
Finally, write me a note back, I want this, I think we need this. I'll be searching and waiting for my envelope.
I love you,
Sir"
Then I'd deposited the note and Β£100 inside it in your top drawer the next day after you'd left for work.
3 days of waiting, you didn't throw it in my face, so you're not angry with me, right? Surely you've found it I think, maybe you haven't had a chance to get to the shops, maybe you're so disgusted by my attempt to fix our love life you're just searching for a new flat! My head swirls with negativity as I plod back to the room, your job is further away so you were out the door before I even got my coffee in me. No time to talk, "urgh" I sub vocalise and wonder if I've made things even worse. I wander into the bedroom and go to walk to the dresser when I freeze in place.
You're not at work, not in any way even dressed for work, you are in fact standing near our bed your hands crossed in front of you a look of pretend innocence on your face, your hair is in pigtails with stockings showing clearly under your checkered miniskirt which is so indecently short its hem falls only just below your buttocks, your white shirt is rolled up around your breasts leaving your torso exposed and you clearly aren't wearing a bra underneath. Finishing off the scandalous slutty-school-girl look you have a silk blue striped tie hanging loosely from your neck and you've applied little freckles on your cheeks. Your lips are a deep red and you're gently sucking on a white cane that protrudes from your mouth. As I stand there rooted to the spot, jaw hanging you pull it from your lips with an audible pop to reveal it is a bright blue lollipop.
"Hello, sir!" you say somehow keeping that innocent look on your face, fluttering eyelashes, and even biting your lower lip, I feel my body stiffen under my gown.
"I was wondering if you'd like to teach me a lesson today."
You gesture to the bedside table where I see a white bamboo cane resting and a new shiny pink vibrator, your eyes sparkle with mischief in the soft light. Opening your mouth a little wider to show your tongue blue from your treat.
"I'm super eager to learn." you end your phrase with your blue tongue extended mouth open wide inviting me in.
My body reacts on reflex, every instinct I have is screaming at me to grab, take, and have you. I can feel my body burning just looking at you, but I want to play out this fantasy right, you've obviously put some effort in here. So while I stalk forward, I have to breathe hard to take back some control. I move right up to you, so close that my face is mere millimetres from yours, I close the distance even further letting my lips brush across yours.
"You need a lesson?" I whisper in a low growl "Then you're going to do exactly what I tell you, no questions asked."
Your eyes are locked on mine, pupils dilated and you nod almost imperceptibly. My eyes narrow as I reach down and behind you to clench your ass hard enough to make you gasp, somewhere between pleasure and pain.
"I can't hear you, Pet," I growl.
"Yes, Sir!" You squeak, "I'm ready to do everything you say, no questions!"
I stay there for a moment longer, feeling the heat radiate off you when without warning, I shove you back on the bed, you bounce off the mattress letting out a startled gasp of surprise and then with your pigtails hanging ruffled around your shoulders you lift yourself onto your elbows, eyes wide and staring, your bare shaven body now on full display between your parted legs. I stalk back and forth around the edge of the bed looking at you with an appraising hard stare, your eyes follow me back and forth, your cheeks becoming rosy and your panting more pronounced as you wait to see what I'll do next...
"Play with yourself!"
I snap the words out, a command, not a suggestion and you run your tongue over your lips in a sensual way as slowly slide both your hands down your chest until they slide under the hem of your miniskirt you spread your pussy open as you lift the skirt up and then to slowly, sensually rub your clitoris with your fingertips. I watch you squirm at your own touch, your eyes alternating between scrunched up and then blinking up at me with an animal heat, I can see you getting more and more turned on by what you're doing and by my presence standing over you, watching you obey my command. There's something exhibitionist and kinky to the action, your face betraying a mix of embarrassment and rapture.
I make a tsking sound, "your other hand is being lazy," I growl while I grip your free hand in a vice-like grip and pull it down down your body, "Now slide two fingers in." Your breath hitches a little as you move to obey, slowly sliding your index and ring fingers inside yourself. You let out a moan as they enter.