I come home, and am surprised. you aren't awaiting Me!! "Where are you, girl?" I cry out. No answer. "Girl!!" I call and call, even using your name, but there is no response.
Then I look to the floor, and i see a little arrow, pointing to the kitchen. I follow the arrow. On the table is a note, and a hot dinner. I read the note.
"Mistress," it begins in your beautiful cursive, "Please eat this meal, lovingly prepared by Your slave, then follow the arrow behind You on the kitchen floor."
Dinner is Fettucini Alfredo, with peas, a small salad, and white Wine. I eat heartily, wondering what is going on. I'm willing to follow your guidance, knowing you will follow My guidance soon enough.
Dinner and wine done, I see the arrow behind Me. I follow it, to the refridgerator. the freezer door has a note that says "Open me." I do, and i see the ice bucket with the sign "take Me and turn right."
I grab the bucket, turn right, and see the arrows leading through the pantry into the hallway. Then I walk down the hall, as the arrows lead Me to the bedroom. Laid out on the bed are My Leather ensemble. Atop them is a sign, "Wear this."
I put on the leather Bustier, which pushes up My breasts and barely hides My nipples, My leather thong, showing mostly My ass, and black leather knee-high boots, with three-inch "Fuck-Me" heels on them.
At the bottom of the pile is another note. You spent a long time in planning this, I see. "Go out the door, Mistress, and turn right. The next arrow is there."
I follow, and see the arrow. This leads Me to our playroom, which has a note on the door. "Once You enter this door, Mistress, You are in command. i am totally at Your bidding. Please, Mistress, show Me your love and Your anger and Your passion. i love You, and hope You accept this gift. Your loving slave, girl."
I step in the room. It is semi-dark, the blackout curtains covering the windows. Candles are lit all around the room. I look around, and see you, locked into the X-brace, facing out towards the room, the brace on your back. Well, almost locked in. Both legs are shackles, spreading you open. One hand is locked into place, high above your head. The other hand hangs limp, holding a note. you reach out this hand, revealing the note in full.
"Mistress," it says, "Your slut is under a self-imposed vow of silence. i cannot speak unless You allow it by pulling my hair. Moans and groans are allowed. Please, Mistress, lock up my unworthy hand and abuse Me as You see fit. i love You and trust You. i will not use my safeword, no matter what You do. i love you so much. girl."
I take your hand and shackle it into place. Then I look around, for the best way to start, continue and then finish you. I smile, then lift a candle. It has been burning at least an hour, I guess, based on the amount of melted wax. I walk to you, tip the candle jar, and pour hot wax on your right breast.
You bite your lip to keep from screaming, and a deep moan echoes from your lips. I apply more wax to the left breast, and the moaning continues. I pour wax on your thighs, and the moaning grows in intensity.
I step back, returning the candle to its holder, and grab My flogger. I start beating your breasts with it, breaking the hardened wax. You moan again, deeper with each stroke of My flogger on your breasts. After several beats of the flogger, I stop and feel your pussy.
Of course, i find it wet, very very wet. I kneel and lick the wetness dripping down your shigh. You squirm and moan, but you cannot rush Me. I spend several minutes licking you clean. Then I stand and flog your breasts more. You shake your head, almost as if you are begging Me to stop, but I keep on.