This is a very short piece dedicated to ShadowSucks, Erin, who just a couple of weeks ago lost her battle with cancer.
Erin contacted me a few months ago and asked me to try and write a story in this genre. We became fast friends and in a little under a year, she grew to mean very much to me. So I am posting this story in her memory. If you enjoy it, she is the one to thank.
I will miss her immensely and keep her memory alive in my heart for the rest of my days.
As always, readers, thank you for your support and comments are welcome.
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"You're late." She said coldly and peered unsympathetically at my drenched face. I hung my head in apology. For the longest seconds she stood motionless, as though daring me to utter an excuse. A blast of freezing wind whipped across my rain soaked body. My clothes clung to my skin and the cold began to burn. I shivered violently and looked at my Mistress, silently begging her to open her door to the lost puppy on her doorstep. She finally opened the door a little wider and stepped to the side.
"Take those clothes off and leave them outside." She nodded her command and brought her hand to rest on her hip. "I don't want you dripping all over my floor."
I sighed my relief and immediately moved to peel the wet material from my torso. I lifted my shirt over my head and the beading drops of rain on my face were swept away with it. My shaking hands moved to unbutton my pants and as I struggled to push the sodden denim down my legs another gust of wind stung my bare flesh. I kicked my sneakers off my feet after realising my jeans could not be pulled over them and finished removing my pants. I dropped the clothing on the wooden deck chair to my left. My hands travelled behind me but were stopped short of reaching the clasp of my bra.
"That'll do." She turned her body sideways and tilted her head away from me. "Come." I gratefully stepped inside and was immediately comforted by the warm wooden floor. Mistress closed the door and stepped around me without so much as a glance in my direction. I counted her steps.
One. Two. Three.
My feet moved to follow her, knowing their expected distance. My eyes were glued to the long black stiletto heels that glided sensually over the floor. I watched her exquisitely toned calves, clad in black, back seamed thigh highs, adorned with a lacy band as they carried her toward her domain.
I didn't need to watch where she was going. I knew this path well enough to walk it with my eyes closed. I
had
walked this path with my eyes closed, several times. Nine steps forward, turn left, twenty one steps forward, eight steps down the first flight of stairs, turn right and ten steps down the second flight. I didn't need to count the steps so I merely marvelled at Mistress' mouth watering body. I love how strict she makes lace look. Her derrière swung back and forth as she walked, crowned by the thick band of lace of her thong before disappearing between the firm cheeks. Her lace bra hugged her back so perfectly and my tongue ached to taste its sunkissed length. Her long hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail high on her head and swayed with each step she took. My ears rung with the hypnotic clicks of her heels against the floor and my eyes absorbed the impossible straightness of the stocking seams as they traversed the contours of her legs.
When we reached the basement Mistress pointed a long finger at a metal ring, bolted to the floor, just to my left. "Wait there." I obeyed and stepped toward it, tucking my frozen fingers underneath my arms. I watched as Mistress walked toward the wall at the opposite end of the room. She paused when she reached it, surveyed the various items scattered across it and looked toward the ground. She began to pace back and forth parallel to the wall, occasionally looking at a specific item before moving on. Each time she paused to consider a weapon my body shuddered with memories of the last time it was used.
She turned to look at me, her face blank and cold. Her eyes almost looked through me. My heart began to pound in my chest. Mistress wasn't usually this quiet and it made me nervous.
"Do you know how late you were?" She asked. My breath caught in my throat and I swallowed hard.
"No." I answered meekly.
"Twelve minutes." She bluntly snapped back and her gaze forced my eyes to the grey floor. I felt her eyes on me and blood flooded my chest and cheeks.
"Twelve minutes spent waiting for you," She repeated, her tone more forceful, "do you think that's acceptable?"
"No Mistress."
"Hmm." She pursed her lips and nodded subtly. "Neither do I." Mistress inhaled deeply and folded her arms across her chest, not once taking her eyes off me. "Turn around." The command surprised me.
I did as told and turned to face away from her. My eyes busied themselves studying the metal rings attached to the wall in a square while my ears focused on following the sound of my Mistress' footsteps. She moved to each end of the wall and lifted something from it. My mind spun with the possible combinations of tools she could have selected. I didn't have to wonder for too long. Moments later, Mistress appeared at my side holding the leather wrist cuffs in her hand and a blindfold draped over her right arm.
"Give me your hands." She reached for my left hand and I extended it to her. She folded the soft leather around my wrist and buckled it tight. She did the same to my right wrist before linking the two together with a four inch chain. She yanked firmly on the chain to ensure the cuffs were secure. "Get on your knees." She stepped back slightly and waited for me to take my place. Leaning down, Mistress took the chain between my cuffs and clipped it to the metal ring on the floor. With my hands fixed to the ground, she placed the satin blindfold over my eyes and tied it tightly behind my head. She walked away from me towards the back wall again. My body quivered and my heart raced. She walked the length of the wall and I had no idea what she had retrieved.
"How many minutes late were you?" She asked.
"Twelve."
"That's right." Her foot steps grew closer. "I really don't like to be kept waiting. And I want to make sure it doesn't happen again." Her footsteps approached from my left side and circled around me slowly. "So... One lash for each minute you were late." My fingers closed around the thin chain and tugged against it.
"You are going to count them, out loud, so I can make sure you know not to keep me waiting." As she passed behind me I felt her fingers in my hair. They twisted the strands around her palm and suddenly pulled my head back. "Do you understand?"
"Yes." I answered, my voice a strained whisper.
"Forehead on the ground, ass up in the air." She nudged my head forward. I shuffled my knees backwards, pushing my ass upwards, until my arms were fully extended and my head touched the floor. I thought I heard her moan her approval but put it down to wishful thinking. Her heels clicked against the hard floor as she circled me again. The anticipation and uncertainty had me tingling. I flinched when I suddenly felt her hands jerk my underwear over my ass. I turned my head in her direction, foolishly hoping I would be able to see through the blindfold. I couldn't. She walked back and forth behind me making my body tense more with each step. I clenched the chain in my palms and my toes curled painfully as
she
kept
me
waiting.
