"Strip and kneel over there," Emily ordered, pointing at the carpet. "Don't worry, I'll have returned before you know it."
She tiptoed from the room swiftly. I unzipped my slinky dress and stepped out of it. We had gone out for a meal and all evening, I had been willing for us to go home so I could be under her skilful fingers again. Even though she was the most charismatic person I had ever met, that could not outdo her stimulating touch.
I kicked off my ankle boots and wiggled out of my tights. They had been killing me. My toes were numb with pain. Maybe I could ask Emily to massage them for me. I imagined her hands working them and my feet shivered in excitement. Why was she taking so long?
Yes, I wasn't wearing underwear. I had wanted it to be as convenient as possible if she was going to finger me under the table. Unfortunately, it hadn't happened.
I quickly knelt on the floor and placed my hands on my knees. Her footsteps clapped on the laminate floor and padded onto the carpet.
"Mia, close your eyes."
I obeyed her as she walked around the room.
"Open them."
She was standing in front of me in gloriously strappy lingerie. I reached out to touch her. She slapped me hard across the face.
"NO, BITCH! Let's get one thing straight. I let you take advantage of me yesterday so I think it's fair that I get some payback. This time I make the rules. You follow my instructions TO THE LETTER or I shall have to punish you! Understand?"
I nodded, my eyes full of tears.
"No crying!"
She walked over to her wardrobe in high black stilettos and flung the doors open. She pulled out whips, chains, cuffs, some lube and a bottle of water.
"I think I should show you what happens to bad sluts like the one right in front of me."
I felt instantly scared of what she would do to me but my pussy was growing wet because of it too.