Finally it was Friday night. I thought it would never get here, that this week would go on forever. It was a brutal week, nothing would go right for me at all. I had to deal with a system administrator who knew nothing at all about computers and then to top it of, a simple network fax application upgrade turned into a nightmare because of a poorly written and documented program.
But that was all behind me now. You told me to wait for you at home and all would be right. Vicki, I can't find the words to tell you how much you mean to me. No matter how bad things are, how bad I might screw up, you are always there for me to lean on. I can only sit here and wonder what the night holds for me. Will you tie me down and do as you please to my body? Or will I be an active participant in whatever you plan? Either way I will find release and freedom from the outside world. Just being your property gives me a piece of mind that nothing can truly harm me. Right now all I can do is sit by the window and watch for you.
I want to please you when you get home, so I dressed in my normal goofing-around-the-apartment clothes that you like so much. I put on a simple white t-shirt with no bra, extremely short jean cut-offs, and tied my hair back into a ponytail. I feel like a Barbie doll when I dress myself for you. It is a great feeling for one who needs to be objectified.
Finally I see your car come around the corner and pull into a parking space. You get out of the car and I smile as I look at you. My goodness you are so gorgeous!! Your face is so soft and beautiful, it's hard to believe how tough you really are. I love your shoulder length dark hair with its slight curls. You look so Goddess-like with your tight jeans and that red t-shirt that accentuates your well-shaped breast. You look up at the window, smile, and wave at me as you walk to the entrance to our apartment. My heart starts running at top speed and my chest suddenly feels light and warm. Goddess how I love you!!
I wait as you open the door and then leap the length of the living room to greet you. My hands wrap around your waist and I kiss you deeply. Your tongue thrusts into my mouth as your arms wrap around me in a tight hug and push your way into the apartment, closing the door behind you. You finally pull out from my kiss, smile, and ask me "What has gotten into you?"
"I'm just glad to see you. You *did* promise to make me feel better after this horrible week I've had," I reply, a big grin on my face. I hug you tighter and kiss you again, feeling life return to me as your tongue wraps around my tongue and your hands slide down to my buns and squeeze. I lift up slightly in response to your squeeze and press my body harder against yours. Are you going to fuck me here in the living room by our front door?
After what seemed like an eternity you let go of me and go into the bedroom. I follow you and ask "What do you have planned for us tonight?"
"I have a lot planned for you tonight sweetie. Now shut up and put on your cheerleaders uniform," you tell me. I smile as I imaging what you will do to me shortly. I obediently do as told, asking "Should I wear bra and panties?" You tell me "Yes, put on your underwear tonight." I put on my underwear, then put on my cheerleader's uniform. It's white with a red and black trim and a large black "G" on the front. I put on white, black, and red socks and my white Reboks. I ask you "How do I look?" and smile when you tell me, "You look as beautiful as always."
I run a finger lightly down your spine and ask you "Now what do you have planned for me? Please tell me."
"We're going to the club tonight, we have friends to meet." I shudder and argue, "I can't go out like this!!!" You quickly slap my ass hard enough to cause me to stumble forward a few steps and hiss, "You will do as you are told girlie." I meekly respond, "Yes ma'am, as you wish." You continue in a more gentle tone, "Besides, the girls all want to see you as a cheerleader, and I *know* you want them to also. Most importantly, *I* want them to see you like that. I'm proud of my property and want to show it off. Now go into the living room and wait for me."
After a couple of minutes you come out wearing the same jeans and red t-shirt. "You are such a Goddess Vick," I tell you. In your most arrogant tone you say, "I know little one." Then you smile that wicked smile of yours and tell me to get my coat and go warm up the car for you. I do as ordered, then come and let you know that the car is ready. You grab your coat and we go to the car.
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After a thirty-minute drive we arrive at Bedrox, the local bad-dyke bar. You pull into a parking space and we go into the club.
You lead me towards the back of the bar. I ask you, "Who are we meeting?"
