D: Remember my instructions, if all goes smoothly be with you in an hour.
The vibration of my phone awoke me, interrupting a sensual dream. I blinked and picked up my phone and read the message, a tremble ran through my body. I stretched languidly banishing the cobwebs from my mind. Looking back at my phone I read the message again, the text less blurry, my reaction more intense.
My side of the bed was a warm cocoon, its dreamy softness wrapping me in soft tendrils. I slid my hand to the other side and twisted onto my back. My nipples always hardened when I lie on my back, some deep Pavlovian response? or the sweet promise of his visit? I couldn't decide. I did know the opposite side of the bed was cold and vacant. I held myself still, feeling my aureole crinkle with desire.
As my mind became fully awake, I read the text a third time. A sweet promise. I did remember his instructions, but I also had some options. I could stay in my warm crib and dream of his touch, or I could get up and take a shower, prepare myself for him — a clean fresh flower.
I chose the latter, tossing the covers off hastily lest I reconsider. The cool morning air only exacerbated the delightful stiffness centered on by breasts, but I bravely sat up. Turning and settling my feet into my warm slippers I stood. In the chill of the morning, I was grateful for my warm full length nightgown. I quickly pulled the covers up, eradicating my soft cocoon and efficiently straightened the covers to match the cold stiffness of my husband's side.
I walked softly, not sure why I wanted to be quiet. The house was empty, but I felt like I need to be quiet; to enjoy the stillness. I adjusted the thermostat, applying some heat to warm the cool still air in our room. Then I went to our bathroom. I stood before the mirror and pulled my sleeping gown over my head, tossing it behind me into the pile of laundry. I made a mental note to start a load. Later, there would be time later. I slowly lifted my eyes to meet my own in the mirror.
I let my eyes settle on my face, my blonde hair tousled from my sleep. My eyes a bit red, but fully awake, a slight twinkle glinted in the blue irises. I allowed my eyes to wander down my body. I reminded myself that I was a mother of two. I owned my past denial that had destroyed my youthful vigor, and allowed myself an honest assessment of my shape. Curvy would be too generous, years of taking care of others had left me flabby. I did see evidence of progress from my recent lifestyle change; watching calories closely and moving more. My hips seemed slimmer, and my belly flatter. Still a long way to go, I admitted to myself honestly. I was finding the confidence in the changes. knowing that I had control. I smiled at myself, finding my eyes and nodding an encouragement to myself.
Turning, I pulled a fresh towel off the shelf and hung it on the hook by the shower. I heard a buzz, and looked down at my phone where I'd placed it on the counter. A new message flashed on the screen. I turned on the water in the shower to heat up the stall as I read the text.
D: waiting room, thinking of you.
I smiled, he always made me feel like he was thinking of me. That was my David. I sent him a return text.
L: Showering, preparing for you.
I left the phone on the sink counter and opened the glass door, slipping into the steamy embrace of the sheeting water. My nipples still hard from the cool morning adjusted to the warm spray. I felt a yearning in my belly as they loosened, yet still warmly aroused. I focused on washing myself, preparing my soft skin for his touches. I lathered my hair with shampoo, then rinsed and smoothed in conditioner. As the conditioner settled into my follicles, I used a moisturizing soap to wash my body. Sliding the slippery suds over my skin, I yearned for his hands. I lost myself in a daydream, for only a moment, while I used my fingers to wash my mound, allowing a single finger to dwell.
"Wait for him, Leah," I told myself, letting me hear my voice in my ears rather than letting the thought rattle in my brain.
I rinsed, allowing the suds to sluice down my body. I leaned my head back and rinsing the conditioner from my hair. I stood for a moment under the spray, collecting my thoughts. I went through his instructions in my head, and made a mental checklist of things to do in the minutes before his return.
"Too many minutes," I thought to myself.
With a slight luxury of time, I quickly shaved my legs. They didn't need it, but I wanted to be smooth as I could for him. Finally, I stilled the water coursing through the shower head, and opened the door. Lifting a small towel from the hook I rubbed it through my honey blonde tresses, then wrapped the towel into a loose turban. I reached for my larger towel, and rubbed my body, letting the towel soak up the dew drops of water that spattered across my skin. I left the towel on the hook, and walked back to the mirror.
I wiped the mirror, clearing an oval of reflection in the foggy glass. I surprised myself with a sexy smirk on my face. I allowed myself a giggle, he always made me feel a few years younger. I checked the phone, "1 message waiting," it read. I clicked the button, and read his text.
D: I wish I could wash you, show you how treasured you are.
I felt a twinge in my core reading his sweet thought, then jumped as the phone buzzed in my hand. A new message appeared on the display.
D: In the chair, waiting for doc, then check out, then you.
I smiled as I read his status. He had planned for this meticulously. A dentist appointment in the morning, allowing himself extra time for me before he had to return to work. I appreciated his willingness to bend his schedule to indulge me. He always seemed to find pockets of time to fill me with his attention. I smiled and tapped back.
L: clean for you, my love, roses or violets?
I waited, eying my body lotion. I loved both the smells, but I knew his answer before his text appeared. I put the phone down and reached for the violet scented lotion. David hated roses.
D: Violet
I smiled and started applying the lotion to my moist skin, locking in the wet vapor and filling the room with the soft sweet smell of violets. I agreed with David, this scent was much better. I took it slowly, imagining the stimulation of my fingers all over my body were David's. When I finished, I stood and addressed my reflection. I checked the time on the face of my phone. Taking off my turban, I realized I didn't have the time to blow dry and prepare my hair. I pressed as much moisture from my tresses as possible. Then, using a simple rubber band, put my hair up into a high ponytail. I thought David would appreciate the simple utility of the style..
I checked myself in the mirror one last time, grabbed a dry towel from the rack along with my phone, and returned to my room. I spread the towel out in the center of the bed, per David's instructions. Then, bending naked, reached under my mattress to retrieve the props he required. I placed the nondescript shoe box on the edge of the bed, then turned and walked to my closet.
My phone buzzed,
D: Checking out, ready?
I pulled out a soft silky piece of negligee, a black camisole with a ruffle of lace across the top edge. I slipped it on swiftly, suddenly breathless in anticipation.
"L: Yes, dressed for you, and getting on the bed."
I texted back.
I opened the box, and withdrew the two toys he requested; a small pink finger sized vibrator, and a longer blue flexible dildo. He had insisted on the colors, which always struck me as odd. I really wanted to order a dildo molded to the shape of his wonderful cock. He thought that was a bit too over the top, but he appreciated my gesture of intimacy. "Blue and pink are just what I want," he had said. I placed the two instruments on the edge of the towel, pointing toward the headboard. Then, phone in hand, climbed onto the bed, and placed my knees on the towel, and knelt. waiting.
L: In position, waiting for instructions, Master,
I teased in my text.
I waited for his reply, feeling my pussy begin to melt. A warm molten feeling deep inside my as I rested my round buttocks on my heels. I held the phone in my hands, resting the back of my palms on my knees. I bowed my head, and tried to remember to breathe. I started a quick inventory of my body, reassuring myself that I'd forgotten none of his instructions.
D: In car, will be there in 15. Start pink softly, lips only. no clit.
I smiled, and texted back, "
k
," he knew my replies would be short from now on. He did require me to reply. I sent up a prayer for him. Texting and driving was a risk he took often, but always made me uneasy.
I left the phone on the towel in front of me, and picked up the pink vibrator. and opened my knees, spreading myself open. I bowed my head, and closed my eyes, letting the fingers of one hand trace along my thigh. I imagined they were his fingers, as I found my mound with one hand, and slid the pink finger against my lips. Flicking the switch to 1, per his instructions. I shuddered inwardly as I heard the buzz attack my ears, and the low vibrations alight on my lips. I felt a feathery quiver deep inside me. My core melted, a feeling of warm honey filled my womb as I teased myself.
D: tease open the lips, Leah.
I did as he commanded, wondering how many stop lights were between him and home. If I knew I would count, I argued with myself. Counting would be cheating. Part of this game was the uncertainty, the willing surrender to his commands. I trusted that he knew how to fulfill my desires, even more than myself. I wormed the tip of the pink vibe between my nether lips, feeling them engorge with stimulation and peel open. I felt my wetness slip down between my folds as I ran the tingling tip up and down.
D: reply?
His reminder chastened me, I knew he loved seeing the feedback of his remote commands. I lifted the phone in one hand, and typed with one thumb.
L: k, yes, feel good, need u here.
D: no clit, Leah.
I frowned, he must have typed that as he was waiting. Was it a punishment for not texting back? or teasing me making me need him more? Regardless, the result was the same, I suddenly needed to feel the buzz on my clit, and I bit my lip trying to control myself from disobeying. I texted back.
L: yes master, i obey,
I let the pink nib run up and down my petals, feeling them open with each swipe. I left a healthy margin as I lifted the buzzing nub, forcing myself not to make a mistake.
D: good girl, L, now inside you. no clit still, slow insertion.
L: yess
-- I texted my thumb becoming a bit unsteady.
I slid the pink cylinder between my folds, inserting it deeply. Engaging my muscles and holding it inside me. I waited, antsy, hands on my knees, feeling the ache building in my core. So delicious, I licked my lips, wetting them. I had to remind myself to breath.
D: on 2, L. enjoy your breasts.
L: yes, Mastr
I tapped out, and dropped the phone, and flicked the vibrator's switch up a notch.
I slid my hands under the silk of my top and grabbed my heavy breasts, lifting them sensuously. The orbs weighing in my palms, as I ran my thumb and finger along the outside of my stiff nipples. I wondered absently when they had become so hard, until I touched them. I pinched them both with my fingers and moaned. I shuddered inside, my voice seemingly too loud for my quiet nest. My hips began to rock as the vibrations settled into my core. Small circular motions, squeezing the plastic rod buried inside.
