While enjoying a family visit away from home, Sir receives a text message from his Doll. He is not terribly surprised, and quirks a slight smile as he looks at his phone...
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"Sir? Are you there?
I'm um.......
In need....?
I'm sorry! I know you are trying to have family time."
While he always attempted to foster his Doll's independence, it *had* been several days since their last contact. Sir considers ignoring the text, but honestly... he misses his Doll, and she has done nothing forbidden.
"It's okay, Doll. I told you it was okay to text me. Yes, family time is important to me, but so are you. I won't be here much longer.
Remember I have made reservations for us tonight. You will have to be patient until then. Besides, you have plenty to do to get ready. I want to see you in the new dress."
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Doll knows to expect Sir at the apartment by six, and she knows he will be right on time. He is never late for anything. She sits thinking of how she can't wait for them to be together again, how much she needs him, and how she will please him. Doll's skin is flushed and her breathing speeding before she realizes how excited she is making herself with her daydreaming... or how much time has gone by!
By 5:45 Doll can tell she won't be ready. Barely out of the shower, and just barely calming down from her daydreaming, she throws on her dress, sets out her shoes etc and rushes back to see what else she can get done in the next few minutes.
Knock, knock, knock...
"Oh nooo... "
Doll groans, turning at the timely sound of his arrival. Her body quickens - excited to see him - and at the same time dreading that their reunion will begin with a disappointment.
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Sir has enjoyed his time away. His parents and sister were wonderful, his brother-in-law a long missed good friend, and the nephews full of beans and as rascally as anyone would expect of Tom and Huck. The boys loved him, and he them, though both boys knew there were limits to shenanigans in Uncle's presence.
Doll's text message whetted his appetite for the evening. Her eagerness always charmed him, and his cool exterior hid the fact that he would not have tolerated another day apart. After a fond farewell, he turned toward home. A short enough drive, but he felt the hurry of anticipation for the feel of her, the smell, the taste of her... especially the taste!
"Hah!" He laughed to himself. "I guess my Doll is not the only one eager for tonight!"
Only a few short final steps to reach her door, and he wonders how the evening will begin. He thinks about how he always wants her choices to set the tone of their time together -- and how much her choices have changed over time. Though he determines consequences, it is always Doll who turns left or right...
As the door opens, a blonde vision greets him. Shower-wet hair. sweet blushing cheeks uncomplicated by cosmetics. A natural beauty in a sexy short cocktail dress. He prefers less makeup to more... but none means only that she failed to finish preparing for his arrival.
Doll's smile fades as Sir holds her gaze. He does not smile, and then walks into the kitchen without greeting her.
She closes the door and listens as he calls to cancel their reservation
"No dinner!" Doll gasps to herself, unconsciously covering her mouth with her hand
Sir can read her easily and knows she is both scared & very turned on. He looks back at his Doll, but she won't make eye contact. She knows what is coming and bites her lower lip.
"Doll. Come here please... "
"Yes, Sir." She says quietly
When she reaches him, he takes her wrist and spins her to the table. Doll is surprised at how strongly his hand pins her down. She can't move and some of her excitement changes to real fear that she might be in for more than she expected.
"The dress is very pretty. We will have to show it off another time." She holds still except for a small quiver as his eyes take in every inch of her. She knows she has never been able to hide anything from him...
"No stockings, I see. Do you have anything on under this pretty dress?"
As Sir holds her down with his left hand, he slowly runs his right up between Doll's legs... Raising the hem those few inches until he finds that, no ... there is nothing between his fingers and her flesh.
"Doll, you are wet! We missed our date because you weren't ready... you should NOT be enjoying this!"
