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My
keys to the gray apartment slid in. Tired from work I walked in. It
had been a long night, and it was already 2am by the time I got
there. But I got the text from Mistress. When either Sir or Mistress summons me,
I have no choice.
I
walked into the familiar foyer. Soft light on. I walked in a few
steps, looked to the left; the living room was dark. The hall way to
the right was dimly lit, neon lights coming in from the city. I saw
the red light from one sign blink. I listened to the traffic outside
and floors below.
I
made my way to my room. All the rooms on the apartment were along one
side, the left. There were other rooms along the way; for Sir and
Mistress, mine, two others I had never been in and, of course, the
last, large room where I served. The room with the camera and the single
light.
I
walked down, aware of my dirty uniform, the smell of garlic from
working the line tonight. I was looking forward to the shower; I
needed it.
I
stopped at the room before mine; it was open a crack. There was light
coming from it. My hand hovered over the knob, wanting to go in, but
my training took over. I was never to go anywhere but where I was
directed to. My curiosity wanted to know what was in that room. I
even stood there, listening. Nothing.
I
went to my door, pulled out my key for it and entered. The light was
already on. As always, there were the clothes they wanted me to wear
on the bed. And the little card with my instructions before entering
the last room. I read my instructions, stripped and got the shower in
the private bath all nice and hot.
Once
clean and dried off, I went back into the bedroom and sat at the
mirror. It wasn't often that I was told to wear make-up, but tonight
I would. Mistress thoughtfully set everything out for me. I dried my
hair and while in my robe, applied the make up.
Heavy
eyes for me tonight. Long lashes. Very red lipstick. I looked at
myself in the mirror. I don't usually wear make up; I don't have time
and my job makes it a moot point. Sometimes, I wonder if this is how
Sir and Mistress see me when I am not here. It makes me feel special,
for some reason.
I
went to the bed. I lightly touched the items and smiled; I can
sometimes tell how a session will go by the clothes they want me to
wear. Tonight was to be sexy. There would be touching and kissing
involved.
It
was almost all black lace. I pulled up the panties, very small and
thin and I was glad that I keep myself shaved. I put on everything
slowly, loving the feel of it, how easily it all slid over my skin. I
enjoyed pulling up the hose, so smooth and silky, attaching them to
the garter belt. Then I put on the elbow-length, black kid gloves.
And
lastly, the black heels. They were not ridiculously high, but enough
to definitely make me taller. And ankle clasps as well. I
looked myself over in the mirror. Looked at my cell, saw that I still
had a few minutes before Sir or Mistress, or both showed up. I left
everything behind in the bedroom; the rules.
I
enjoyed hearing the heels on the wood floor of the hall. Sharp
sounds. The note said I did not have to crawl tonight. And that there
would be another note once in the session room. But I walked past
that room and stood in front of the hall window.
Looking
at Baltimore from a few floors up. The lights, the handful of cars
driving up the street. Almost no one out at this time of night. It
was quiet, but the lights outside were chaotic. I liked it. I turned
to open the door to where I would serve as I always do
A
small envelope was taped to the door. I took out the note that I was
supposed to read. I did a hard blink. This...has never happened before.
I
opened the door and the room was almost pitch black except for the
red light of the camera; it was on. Normally, I would come in, see
the chair that Sir would sit in. next to the camera that was
connected to the laptop to stream for anyone who wanted to watch.
There was only one light hanging from the ceiling of the large room,
creating a circle of light. Everything happened inside that circle.
Sometimes a chair to sit in, almost always a pile of pillows.
But
it was dark inside and for the very first time, I flipped the light switch.
The single light came on. There was Sir's chair, the laptop, the
camera, the pile of pillows in the circle of light and...her.
She
was on her knees. Eyes closed. Dressed just like me. Very short, dark
hair. And when she opened her eyes, they were so enticingly dark. A
red ball gag in her mouth, a collar and chain on her lovely neck. Her
hands were cuffed in front of her and places in her lap.
I
walked to the camera and placed the note in Sir's chair. As per the
note, there was a silver tray in front of pillows and she was in
charge of the items on it. I made my way over and stood above her
among the pillows.
She
looked up at me and I nodded. With her cuffed hands, she took the the
heavy leather ankle cuffs and put them on me. As she encircled my
other ankle, I couldn't help myself. I ran my fingers through her
soft, black hair. She snapped the padlock closed, the chain between
cuffs only two inches apart.
She
looked up as my fingers played with her hair. My hand slipped down,
palm caressing the cheek of her gagged face. She sighed and leaned
into my hand, closed her eyes for a moment. Then she looked at me. I
had to kneel now.
Once
on my knees, she leaned forward to the tray and picked up the collar.
I raised my chin and slipped it on. It was wide, heavy with just one
ring on it. As she clasped it behind my neck, I could smell a hint of
lavender from her. It was so hard, so hard not to touch her...and it was too
hard, really. She padlocked the collar.
She
leaned back, there was a moment of looking at each other. An easy moment of
wanting her. Then she clipped the chain to the ring, a small tug on
it to test, and then it became too hard for me.
I
reached up and placed a hand on the back of her neck, pulled her in.
I closed my eyes and kissed the gag in her mouth. Slowly opened my
eyes, still holding her neck and kissed her chin. I felt her cuffed
hands on my legs...
I
pulled back. Smiling around her gag, she went back to the tray. With
both hands, she offered the white ball gag to me. I leaned forward,
eyes locked on hers, kissed the ball of the gag as she held it.
I
took it from her and slipped the ball into my little mouth. Past my
red lips. Past my teeth. Sighing loudly, loving the feel of my mouth
being filled. I pulled the straps behind my head, hard and cruel,
making myself gasp and my eyes roll back...the way I like it, the way
I liked to be treated.
She
was watching me, her breathing getting faster. Eyes a little wider. I
did a slow blink, coming back to myself, looking at her, telling her
with my eyes that if she wanted to...then yes...and I offered my
wrists to her.
She
locked the heavy cuffs on. The fur on the inside comfortable to my
wrists. The padlocks snicked into place. A certain finality to it.
We
looked at each other as we placed out hands on our knees as we knelt
there, the leash danging into our laps, cold and refreshing. I
sincerely hoped that we would be allowed to play with each other....
In
the meantime, we knelt, with our heads bowed, waiting.....
