The Return Visit
I would like to say that, as the days counted down to the appointed time I was expected to return to Miss Vera's estate, that I was calm and reserved. That I faced the ticking hands of the clock as well as what awaited me at the end of the week with a sort of quiet dignity and grace.
Alas, I was rather certain any dignity I may have had was long gone, having drifted away that first moment in which I pressed my eager lips to Miss Vera's leather glove, and it was never coming back.
The truth was, I spent the remainder of that week indulging in a truly hedonistic display of desperate edging, allowing myself to do that which I had been denied the previous seven days. Practically every waking moment in which I was not at work nor on my way there or back, or eating of course, was spent sitting by my computer watching video after video and staring longingly at picture after picture, hand wrapped around my aching cock and stroking it in reverence to my beloved leather Goddess.
If I'd thought I'd been desperate before, I was quite mistaken. As Friday drew ever closer, the yearning I felt for Miss Vera and her lovely leather only grew stronger. By the time I clocked out and started heading towards her estate once more, I was half-mad with lust, my mind really and truly warped with desire. I would do anything and everything she asked of me, especially if it meant I'd have the chance at long last to release all that I had pent up since our first meeting.
I could only be so lucky.
As the grandeur of Miss Vera's home came into view just up ahead, my heart began to beat faster, sending blood pumping down to my desperate erection. The memories of my previous visit immediately flooded the forefront of my mind- good and bad, and I relished remembering all that I'd done and had done to me.
Yet just as I found myself waxing nostalgic for little over a month ago, my phone vibrated in my pocket.
Immediately I pulled it out and noticed a message from Miss Vera.
Opening it with bated breath, I read her words as if they were from some holy text. "Apologies my dear Edward, but I shall be a little late this evening. I do hope you'll wait by the door like a good boy until I arrive."
I shook my head with a groan. Of course, I would. And Miss Vera knew it. She simply enjoyed toying with me and, frankly, I'd grown to enjoy it as well. Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I pulled up and parked my car in the same spot as the last time, then headed along the stone path to the front of her estate.
Were I anywhere else, preparing to see anyone else, I would have simply stood there and waited for them. But this was Miss Vera, which meant something else entirely was expected- nay, required, of me.
Without a second thought, I dropped to my knees and waited on the front stoop like a loyal dog waiting for his owner's return.
Which, given the collar still locked around my neck which bore her name, I more or less was.
Minutes passed, the sun on the horizon slowly making its way down for its nightly slumber, and still, I waited. My knees ached a little, but I knew that was nothing compared to the pain which would likely come my way were I to be on my feet when Miss Vera arrived.
After nearly an hour, a car made its way up the path, the headlights illuminating my kneeling form as it stopped in front of the house.
The driver's side door opened, revealing a tall man dressed in a chauffeur's uniform, one which also included a black leather hood which hid the man's features. He did not acknowledge me, simply walked towards the back door of the car, opened it, and offered a band to the Goddess waiting inside.
Miss Vera stepped out of the car dressed to the nines. A fur coat covered much of her, although I could still see the red leather gloves encasing her hands as well as hear the tapping of her red knee-high leather boots as they clicked their way along the path.
It took me a moment to realize I knew each piece of her outfit rather well- I'd bought them for her less than a week ago. They were from the bundle I'd had sent here while she was away, and the fact that Miss Vera was wearing them filled me with pride. She'd liked them, and more than that, she wanted me to know it.
She looked as ravishing as she had the last time I'd been lucky enough to be in her presence, and it took everything I had to keep my head down as she approached the front stoop where I still knelt waiting for her.
The driver brought the car into the garage and then vanished, more than likely heading over to the slave quarters I'd seen during my previous visit. I once more wondered when or if I would find myself blessed enough to join him and all the others there.
Upon reaching the front door, Miss Vera unlocked it and stepped inside, not even offering me as much as a second glance as she passed me by. It was as if I wasn't even there, and such treatment only made my cock grow harder. I longed for her acknowledgement, and would gladly kneel there all night if she wished me to.
Luckily for me, she wasn't that cruel.
"Come along, Edward. We have a busy night ahead..."
Crawling behind her, I felt the cool marble of the floor beneath my hands and, the moment the door was shut and locked behind me, I began to strip off my clothes until I was once again bare naked before my Goddess, save for the leather collar locked tightly around my neck.
Miss Vera slipped off her fur coat and placed it carefully in the hall closet, revealing the black and red leather top and black leather miniskirt she'd been wearing beneath it, then removed a familiar leash from the closer and shut the door. Attaching it to the collar, she gave it a gentle tug and began pulling me forward, down the hallway of the house and towards a door I had not expected to see on this particular visit.
The one which led to her dungeon.
I shuddered at what could possibly await me down there, but I dared not utter a single word in protest. Simply being this close to Miss Vera again after so long was more than enough to silence any intrusive thoughts or worrisome questions. Whatever she had in store for me, I looked forward to it like a child on Christmas morning.
We made our way down the steps and into the darkness of the basement-turned-dungeon in absolute silence, my eyes moving all about just as they had the last time I'd found myself down here. I'd expected a rather harsh punishment then, and had most certainly received one. Could I possibly have incurred yet another one without realizing it?
I hoped not. After the collar, I wasn't sure if I could handle something worse.
Once we reached the bottom, Miss Vera quietly led me towards a room at the back of the dungeon, where she attached the end of my leash to a small hook beside the door. "I need to slip into something a little more fitting for tonight's fun. Don't go anywhere."
She winked at me before slipping into the room and shutting the door behind her. I gulped as my mind reeled with the endless possibilities which could be found in that word, 'fun'. Given where we were, I was quite certain that whatever it was would be more fun for her than me, but then again, Miss Vera's pleasure was all that mattered.
