At least he's a gentleman. I've never rode on a motorcycle before, so this is surprisingly nice. I can bury myself in his back and just enjoy the nice cool breeze. Quite refreshing after being cooped up in his room all day.
Sadly, all good things must come to an end. We're at my place in minutes. Night has fallen, and I can very much see Emma's bedroom light emanating from the window.
I wonder how I'm gonna tell her about tonight before I'm interrupted by him pulling me in for a kiss. It's more of a peck so I don't have time to push him away, and he drives off right after so I don't have time to shout at him either.
Great, he thinks we're an item now, doesn't he?
You know what, I'll deal with that later. Right now, I need some sleep. I open the door and walk straight into the living room.
Whereupon I find a maid outfit lying on the table, along with some really tall heels.
Crap, I forgot about that. It's annoying, but it's not like I have a choice.
Groaning, I reluctantly strip out of my clothes before putting the lingerie on. The garter belt and stockings are a bit much, but Emma will insist that it completes the look. To be honest, I wouldn't complain if it wasn't for the sheer underwear and small skirt I'm forced to don. It leaves me too exposed and I'm not allowed to squat while wearing it, meaning that whenever I bend over, I have to bend at the waist and flash everyone my panties. The heels don't help either, seeing as how they force me to catwalk everywhere.
I'm not sure why I agreed to do this, but I grit my teeth and knock on Emma's door, curtsying once she opens it. She applauds my graceful movements but chastises me for my horrid makeup. I try to explain that she didn't supply me with any and that I'm not allowed to enter my room unless she tells me to, but she refuses to listen to my excuses and sits me down in her chair.
When she's done touching my face up, I'm told to stand up and wait until she calls for me. By the time she does, she's in the living room with a glass and a wine bottle. I know what I have to do, but I'm a bit tired and I'm worried that it might affect my performance and displease her.
Nevertheless, I curtsy and pick up the bottle. I pour it in as fast as I can, but when I'm done, she only takes little sips, which means that I'm in for a long night.
"Oh, Daisy, I forgot to ask, how was your day?"
Why is she so interested? I don't mind telling her, but she already knows where I was. "I started the day with your phone call, where you reminded me of my usual routine. I'm not sure why I had to ask..."
"Go on."
"Right, so I was at the guy's house so I pulled his trousers down and woke him up with a sensual blowjob. I made sure to keep him on edge for 30 minutes before he came all over my face."
"Huh, I didn't tell you to let him give you a facial."
"That's the thing, for some reason, just as I got him to cum, I randomly thought what I was doing was wrong so I stopped blowing him and he just sort of... exploded onto me."
"You... you woke up from your trance?"
"Um, sure, I guess? Anyway, I wiped myself down and then remembered the next part of my routine. He had already asked me to take a shower anyway, so it wasn't hard to get him to join me."
Her shock is now more confusion but I'm not gonna complain if it means that I only have to stand here tonight and not do anything else.
"As soon as we got in, I begged him to fuck my throat. I got him to cum twice but I got weirded out again and forgot to finish myself off. I got over it quickly though and washed his back. He did mine too, right after he finger-blasted me."
Mistress is following along again, but now she seems unsure of where the story's going.
"We went back to his room and my cheerleader outfit was a bit stained so he gave me his hoodie. I thanked him by straddling his lap and aggressively making out with him. Then the confusion thing happened AGAIN. Once I got over that--"
"Sorry, what's the confusion thing?"
