"Wake Up Call"
"Mistress?" Debbie spoke softly, barely loud enough to be heard over the musical snoring that filled the bedroom. She knew, empirically, that she should be speaking louder, but when she looked down at her lover's face, features softened into an angelic innocence by sleep, she couldn't quite bring herself to fulfill her duties all that vigorously.
She touched Anna on the shoulder. "Mistress?" she said again, a little louder this time. No response at all. Debbie wasn't all that surprised. They'd just gotten back from the airport about two hours ago, and while Anna had insisted she'd be fine after a quick nap, the dark circles under her eyes had suggested something quite different. Her Mistress had pushed herself very hard at the convention, barely even catching a wink of sleep here and there between parties and seminars and panels and shopping in the dealer's room for new toys and taking in shows and more than a few informal bondage sessions in the hotel room. (Debbie had tagged along for almost all of it, of course, but she still felt a lot more alert than her owner. Something to do with being sunk into a deep trance almost the entire weekend tended to relax a person.)
Debbie's instincts all told her to just let Anna sleep, but Lady Synn was having a get-together tonight, and Anna really wanted to be there. Which meant that Debbie was torn between obeying her Mistress' commands and seeing to her general well being. And it didn't help that she looked so cute when she was asleep...it wasn't easy sometimes, being a lifestyle submissive.
Steeling herself, Debbie pulled off the covers. Still no response. Anna was out like a light. Debbie climbed onto the bed, sitting next to her. "Mistress," she cooed, gently shaking Anna's shoulder. "Mistress..."
The problem, Debbie thought as she stroked her hand down the swell of Anna's hip, is that waking a sleeping person requires a certain degree of ruthlessness. You have to be willing to brave grumpiness, battle your way through the determined efforts of the sleeper to remain asleep, and risk the very real chance that they'll give you a dirty look. And Debbie knew that the first time Anna gave her a dirty look, she'd be down on her knees begging for forgiveness like a good little hypnoslut. It posed a real problem.
Debbie looked at the clock. Six o'clock, and the party started at eight. An hour to prepare, a twenty-minute drive, and of course it wouldn't do to be anything other than fashionably late...she could afford to do this slowly. "Mistress, it's time to wake up," she said in soft, plaintive tones. Not too slowly, though.
Anna rolled over onto her front, but that was the only sign of life in her. (Well, that and the snoring, but it was definitely the only sign of consciousness.) Debbie grinned a little, and slid down to the foot of the bed. Leaning over, she gave the sole of Anna's left foot a long, slow lick. Mistress couldn't complain about being woken like this too much, could she? Debbie licked the other foot. Not when she loved tongue baths so much, she couldn't.
The foot worship finally seemed to get a little bit of a response. Debbie felt Anna twitching as she held Anna's feet steady while she licked. (Debbie and Anna both loved the S&M aspect of their relationship, but that didn't mean Debbie wanted to get inadvertently kicked in the face by a disoriented and groggy Mistress.) "Mistress?" Debbie asked between licks. "Are you awake yet?"
Anna didn't respond verbally, but the snoring finally stopped and Debbie felt Anna's toes wiggle against her tongue. She licked a bit more. "Mistress," she said, "it's time to wake up for the party."
There was an explosive sigh from up near the pillow. "...what time's it?" Anna asked, rolling over and squinting around.
Debbie looked over at the clock. "Five after six, Mistress," she said.
Anna grunted. "Fifteen more minutes," she said, curling herself up into the fetal position and closing her eyes again.
For half a second, Debbie struggled with her conscience. She knew from long experience that Anna had a love affair with the snooze button, and having been pressed into service as a human alarm clock, Debbie had a sneaking suspicion that her own submissive nature would let "fifteen more minutes" turn into a good deal more as long as Mistress kept ordering Debbie to let her sleep. And while sleepy, groggy Mistress would be very happy with her hypnoslut for obeying, fully-awake-and-missed-the-party Mistress would be more than a little put out. Debbie didn't want Mistress to be displeased with her, not even for a moment.
