Being kissed by the morning sun as it rose and warmed her robe; she stood in the doorway and watched as the school bus filled with excited children passed by one last time. It was the final day of school and summer had finally arrived. A smile came to her face as she remembered what Sir told her before he left for work that morning. “You have two days to prepare for our little getaway. Go get yourself a manicure, a pedicure and a waxing at the salon. When you are done, you are to purchase a few short, skimpy dresses and a new pair of come fuck me heels. I also want this house in tip-top shape so you can relax upon returning from our little adventure.”
Waves of excitement rushed through her as she packed their sons’ bag. This was his first time at Summer Camp and he would be gone for two whole weeks. She got a little weepy as she hadn’t been separated from him that long since their week-long honeymoon in Vegas. “He’ll be fine,” she muttered to herself. Most of the rest of the day was spent cleaning and packing a light getaway bag for herself with some essentials. She wanted to look into Sir’s bag which he had already packed, but remembered he told her he had surprises in there and not to peek. She loved surprises, and he knew it… so she left it alone not to spoil things and went about her chores. Nearing the end of the day, she got on myspace and told a few close friends that she would be away for awhile and not to worry. She even gave the Queen her password to keep the spammers in check for her, just in case. Queen told her jokingly, “Only if you tell me every last detail when you get back!” One friend left her feeling kind of odd though. It was Sir Mick. It wasn’t what they talked about so much, but how he ended their conversation. The last thing he said to her was “See you soon, my Pet”. When she tried to question that close, he did not respond back. She thought it a bit odd but brushed it off and went to bed.
The next morning was a bit emotional as they hugged their son goodbye at the campground. Sir kissed her tears away as they watched him go off with all the other kids and whispered “He’s a big boy. He can handle it. Now it is time for OUR adventure to begin. You’re finally going to get what you’ve been asking for my sweet Angel…Are you ready?” Choking back the tears, a wicked grin came to her face and she answered sweetly, “Yes Sir, almost. I have an appointment at the Salon in an hour and then Cherie at the boutique has a few dresses ready for me.” As they drove away from the camp, he unzipped his pants and told her “You have just enough time on the ride home to pleasure me. Make me cum before we get there and don’t spill a drop.” Without replying, she quickly went to work bathing his cock with her slick wet tongue. He moaned and held her hair back from her face to watch at the traffic lights. His cock twitched as she pulled her lips up and down his shaft diligently working over his rigidity, knowing that mornings were his most vulnerable time.
Her thighs were dampened almost immediately, as he had been denying her pleasures all week in order to prepare her for his surprise. His breathing turned into pants just as she felt the car cross the railroad tracks. There wasn’t much time left and she sucked him hard, forcing his cock all the way down her throat. His body stiffened beneath her and his hand held her head against his groin, as he spewed his load down her throat and cried out in release. She struggled to swallow his rapidly shooting cream and kept sucking until she felt the car turn into the driveway. As the car turned off, she heard voices and quickly lifted her head to see the next door neighbors in their driveway. “Morning!” they called out as they were preparing to do yard work. “Good morning” she replied blushing as she headed for the house wondering how much they saw.
Once inside, Sir grabbed her, pulled her close and after kissing her very lovingly said “Well done little one, that was very nice. When you are finished preparing today, I want you to come home, have a light meal and take a nice long nap. You are going to need your strength. I have some last minute preparations to do and will meet you promptly at 7 pm at La Carafe downtown. Take a cab there and meet me upstairs by the window farthest from the bar. I want you wearing the sexiest dress of your choosing and those new come fuck me heels. You may accessorize with jewelry, but nothing else. No hose, no bra, no panties… and you’d better be wearing your collar. I know you have a habit of taking it off when I am not around. You’d better be wearing it always for the next two weeks. No excuses, understand?” By this time she was smiling from ear to ear and excitedly replied “Yes Sir!” She watched as he loaded the bags into the car and just as he was leaving, he kissed her very, very deeply almost as if he wasn’t coming back. “Don’t forget to bring your new dresses with you tonight… and remember, be a good girl in the tub. No cheating.” She gave him a cheeky smile and nodded “Yes Sir, I will behave” and watched him drive away.
The day was long with anticipation and she could hardly nap just thinking of what Sir may have planned for her. All day long she daydreamed about it, often getting lost in her thoughts. At 6:30pm, she was just slipping into her shoes when she heard the doorbell ring. It was her cab driver and she told him she would be right out as she handed him her dresses. She quickly ran into the bathroom to relieve herself before the long drive and gave her pussy a light dusting of the berry flavored powder that Sir loved so much. She checked her make up, stuffed her collar into her purse and ran excitedly out to the cab. She thought she would explode from the anticipation as she told the driver “Old market square, please”. The drive was uneventful and they made small talk along the way. Her dress was a black micro-mini with a corset lace up front that barely covered her pink parts when she sat. He kept looking back as they talked, but his eyes seemed to always land on her crotch, as if hoping for a peek. She was so wet with anticipation that when she got out of the cab she left a wet spot on the vinyl seat.
After tipping the driver, she looked around to see if their car was there. Sir had not arrived yet. It was a tiny little bar, the oldest building left standing in downtown Houston. Its walls were cracked and yellowed with nicotine but filled with pictures of the many famous events and patrons that had graced its presence over the years. She knew the owner years back upon her arrival in town and this place was always like home to her. He had since passed away but she always felt his presence still lingered. Gingerly she climbed the old narrow staircase in her new heels to the second floor. She couldn’t help but notice the candles flickering on the long table in the office as her heels clicked along the wooden floor as she passed it. There were only a few patrons at the bar as most stayed downstairs near the old jukebox. After ordering her favorite Stoli Cosmopolitan, she made her way to the table Sir had chosen. She positioned herself so she could see the patrons as they entered the bar from the street and she waited nervously.
As she finished her drink, she motioned to the bartender for another just as she heard their car horn out front. She watched as Sir double parked the car, talked to a man on sidewalk, handed her bag to him and then shook his hand. As he disappeared, Sir came beneath the window. “Where is your collar young lady???” he said with his hands on his hips. “Uh, in my purse Sir…” she replied wincing. “Damn!” she thought as she struggled to find it. Hanging out the window she asked him “Aren’t you coming up, Sir??” A wicked came to his face as he replied “No my Angel. I have explained everything to you in the note. You are to be a good girl and do as you are told. Make me proud of you my sweet and I will see you in one week.” Then he returned to the car, opened the door for a very exotic looking Asian woman, and climbed into the drivers seat. She yelled back at him “Wait! Who is that?? One week??” Before she could say another word, she felt a tapping on her butt. It was then she realized she was probably exposed to the entire bar. As she pulled herself in the window and turned to see who tapped her, Sir drove off. Frustrated and confused, she was met by the muscular man holding a pink note and her weekend bag. He smiled at her as he handed it to her and said “Hello Ladybug”.
Her mouth dropped open as he put the bag down, motioning his free hand towards her collar and said “Shhhh…Sit and read this My Pet”, handing her the note and then attaching her collar.” Her hands were trembled as she silently read the note:
“My dearest Wicked Lil Angel,
I have known your desires for more strict training for quite sometime now and have decided to finally grant your wish. I have chosen to send you on loan to Sir Mick as I am well aware how smitten you have become over these last few months chatting with him. I feel you will show him the same respect and dedication that you show your Sir and I will expect no less of you. You will be in service to him for a period of one week. Be a good girl and make Sir proud like I know you can. During your absence, I will become a submissive as well to better understand your wants and needs. The woman you saw tonight was Mistress Kim and I will be at her service for the duration. I will meet you back here in one week to collect you.
Remember, I will always cherish your gift of submission. Enjoy my sweet.
A chill ran down her spine and goosebumps appeared as she closed the note. Looking up at Sir Mick and then bowing her head, she took a deep breath, nervously smiled and said “I… I am at your service Sir”. He clipped a leash to her collar, picked up the bag and said “Very good Pet, grab your garments and drink and follow me.” She felt a bit funny walking on a leash in public as she had never done that before and grinned out of embarrassment as she looked around. He walked her through the bar and stopped in front of the office. Turning to the bartender, he motioned the number 2 twice and the man nodded back. Pulling her into the office with the candles lit, he put down the bag and closed the door behind her. “You may put your things down now so I may inspect you. Later there will be time for any questions you may have.” She did as instructed and stood silently staring at his feet. A million thoughts were running through her head but the one that kept resurfacing was… “Good God! I hope that saying about big feet isn’t true!!” She felt like she wanted to leap out of her skin just from the fright of uncertainty. He looked her up and down and walked around her a few times and finally spoke… “Lovely, now lift the dress Ladybug.” She pressed her lips together to keep quiet and to try to calm herself and lifted her dress. “Higher love,” he said as his fingers gently brushed across her freshly waxed labia. “Mmmmm… smooth.” His hand trailed her body up to her chin, lifting it so her eyes would meet his. His gaze was mesmerizing as he peered deeply into her eyes. His hand caressed her silky red hair and cupped her head as he pulled her in close and said “Come here, Sir wants to taste those lips.” All she could muster at that moment was a faint, breathless “Yes Sir…”
Licking her lips, she tried to swallow her nervousness as his face came closer to hers. In the glow of the candlelight, she saw that he was very tall and handsome and as his muscular arm reached down and encircled her waist, her curvaceous figure felt very tiny within his grasp. It made her feel very vulnerable, yet sexy. His lips were soft and warm and inviting, as he gently snaked his tongue between her parted lips. As their tongues mingled together trying to find a rhythm, he pressed more passionately into her and she began to relax. Slowly, she felt the tension subsiding within. She had been so jittery that she hadn’t noticed the dampness now seeping down her inner thighs. She kept thinking to herself… “OMG, this is not real. I can’t believe he’s here… I can’t believe I’m here!” Before she could sort out it all out, he interrupted her thoughts as he pulled away and smirked “Somehow I just knew you’d be a good kisser, my little Ladybug.” She grinned and blushed back at him “Ditto Sir”.
Sitting down in the executive chair at the head of the conference table, he tugged the leash and pulled her towards him. As she stood by his side, his eyes immediately homed in on her glistening thighs and a wide smile came to his face. She had gotten so much conflicting advice over the past year that she wasn’t sure where to put her eyes. She decided in her head that for now it would be ok to look at him, unless he instructed her otherwise. She wanted to… No, she had to look, as she wondered about him for months and subconsciously prayed she wouldn’t pay for this later.
Then there was a knock at the door. She instinctively reached to pull down her dress down from her waist and he quickly stopped her by grabbing her hand and shook his head at her. “You will remain as you are Pet. You may enter,” he called out. She glared at him and was mortified as the bartender entered in full view of her bare derriere. She couldn’t look at the man as he asked her “Stoli Cosmo right Miss?” She could tell he was smirking and the best she could offer was a nod. “That’s not very polite Pet” Sir said as he swatted her exposed cheek sharply and made her hop. “Now answer the gentleman correctly.” A bit surprised, she obliged him but still would not look at the man. “I’m sorry Sir. Yes that is correct, Thank you.” Sir passed a $100 bill to her with one eyebrow raised and said firmly, “Please face the gentleman and pay him Ladybug.” Her eyes widened and a she crinkled her nose at him in protest. He responded by cocking his head and gave her a very firm look back. As the bartender placed the drinks on the table next to her hip, she released a frustrated breath, turned towards him and placed the bill on his tray. She could feel her whole body flush as he grinned back at her and she bit her lip to keep from saying anything more. “Keep the change and give my regards to the owner. We’ll be out of here shortly” Sir told him. “Thanks, take all the time you need,” he replied with a wink as he closed the door behind him. Sir tugged her lead back around and flashed a wicked grin “Now that wasn’t so bad my dear, was it?” She took a breath and tried to remember her place, then answered respectfully “No, Sir… May I have a sip of my drink please?” He paused and then nodded in reply, observing as she downed the entire drink like a shot glass. “Thirsty Pet?” he said laughing. “Just nervous Sir” she replied.
Sir patted the tabletop in front of him and told her “Sit here Pet, we’re going to finish our drinks and get a little better acquainted before the long trip.” As she slid her body between him and the table, her chest was at eye level to him. “Stop there” he said as he tugged on her front corset strings to loosen them. He exposed her breasts to the cool night air and her nipples immediately stood at attention and perked up. “Yummy…” he growled hungrily while seemingly entranced. His warm, large hands covered her ample globes through the strings and as he rolled one nipple between his fingers, his tongue made its way to the other. He flicked it back and forth forcefully until he knew she could feel the sensation in her pussy. A deep sigh escaped as she smiled and watched him frolic. This was only something she had dreamt about and never even fathomed could come true. He toyed playfully with them until her breathing increased, and then gave one very long; hard suck before biting down hard making the blood rush to the nipple and causing her to yelp.
Sitting back, he pushed her hips up and onto the table and pressed her knees out to give himself a full view of her womanhood. “Lie back on your elbows Pet, and put your feet up on the arms of my chair” he instructed as he finished his drink. “Ohhhh myyyyy that’s a lovely flower, Sir must have a taste! She giggled shyly as she raised her feet under his arms, anchoring her heels. “What’s so funny Pet?” he asked inquisitively. She let out a hearty chuckle and replied “Oh Sir… the last time I was in this position in front of a stranger, was to give birth! Hahahaha…” Her laughing trailed off as his tongue explored the smoothness of her outer lips. In between licks he asked her “I hope you don’t consider me a stranger…” She grinned at him and coyly said “No Sir, not anymore.”
His thumbs pushed back her outer lips, exposing all the sensitive places, while the warmth of his tongue explored all her puffy membranes inside. Feeling his tongue sliding in and out of her wanton flower and then circling its rim was almost too much to bear. “Ohhhh God Sir!” she moaned. He moved his thumbs to press against her hardened clit until they pinched it between them. As he slid his buried face back and forth over the smooth slippery skin, she dropped her head back and she closed her eyes trying to drink in every last sensation of this experience. A coolness of air rushed over her clit now double in size as he lifted his head, tugged at her chain and spoke. She immediately looked up to see why he stopped. “Keep your eyes on me Pet. I want to see the look on your face as I make you cum”. Through her labored breathing she replied “I’ll… try…Sir.” Immediately, he pinched her clit hard and asked “What was that??” She grit her teeth to muffle her pain and responded very quickly, “Owwooooo, Yes Sir!! Yes Sir!!” He shot her a wicked grin. “Heh heh heh…Better” he growled as he returned his attention to her swollen bud, now seemingly amused by his own evil streak. Moaning into the folds of her pussy, it made ripples of vibrations across the surface unlike anything she had ever experienced before and pushed her right back to where he wanted her… longing for release.
He watched the expressions change in her face upon targeting all her nerve endings with his masterful tongue and felt her hips try to push his face deeper. He could see her fighting to keep her eyes open and the lustful desire pleading within them and this only fueled his assault on. “Time to make her beg for it,” he thought, as he pursed his lips around her bud as his two fingers plunged into her cunt and began circling in rhythm. Almost immediately he felt her box ignite with fire and she began to buck wildly beneath his face as she pleaded for his release. “Pleeeeeeeease, may I cum Sirrrrrrr? She moaned softly with her eyes locked into his. “M-M” he grunted as his eyes denied her supplication. He loved the agonizing look of need on her face as he increased the pace of his fingers as he curled them. While he sucked her button as hard as he could, he slid his thumb deep into her starfish. She was so close to cumming that it immediately contracted and locked down tight around his knuckle. Her moans had turned to one long growl and she finally gave him what he wanted to hear. “Please-please-please let me cum Sir!!!... I know… I am a naughty little slut… I’m YOUR fucking slut… I’ll do anything!!... Pleeeeeeease let me cum now!!!” “Anything Pet?” he sneered in a sinister tone between licks.
Those were the sounds he wanted to hear. He could barely get the word “Cum Pet” out before she grit her teeth and bore down on her pelvic muscles, exploding into an orgasmic frenzy and flooding his face with her juices. No sounds emitted from her lips while he lapped at her liquid love and she became so engulfed by the sensations that were descending over her entire body, right down to her very core. Sir Mick couldn’t stand it any longer. He shoved the chair back with his legs as he stood, unzipped his slacks and out popped his straining member. As his pants fell around his ankles, he pinned her knees up near her shoulders and plunged hard up into her soaked slit, holding it there momentarily. He drank in all the sensations of her drenched throbbing pussy wrapped around his pulsating cock as he’d thought about many times before and began to pump her deeply and intently.
As if on cue, he felt the fire down below that he re-ignited within his slut and knew he was not far from exploding inside her either. As his pleasure became increasingly more intense, he bit her on the neck and growled like an animal in her ear. “Fuck me harder… Please fuck me harder Sir!” she cried out. Then she clutched his hair through her fingers and gripped it tightly, holding him to her neck as she lustfully crooned to him in his ear between thrusts… “Cum Sir… I can’t hold out… I want you to cum first… Please, Sir, please fill me with your cream.” This seemed to set him off and he pumped at her furiously until his cock detonated inside her and finally released his hot load, coating her pulsating walls. The steaming flow of juices immediately set her off into another wild orgasm that went splashing down their thighs. He kept driving his cock into her until it went limp and his whole body was spent of all its energy. Sweating, panting hard and breathless, Sir Mick fell back into the chair as Wicked collapsed on the table from exhaustion.
As he downed his last drink, she remembered what Master had told her in the note and asked him through her labored breathing “Would you like me to lick you clean with my tongue, Sir?” He smiled at her as if pleased and then glanced at his watch. “Oh shit! No Pet… There’ll be time for that later. We’ve got to run now! Go to the girls room and tidy yourself quickly as I make a phone call.” “Yes Sir,” she replied and jumped off the table, grabbing her bag on the way. When she returned, he was already dressed and holding her things. “Ready to go, Ladybug?” As she nodded silently with a smile, he clipped on her leash and they headed for the staircase. As they came into full view of the bar, the few gentlemen seated began to applaud. Sir just smiled back at her and she blushed with embarrassment at first. Then he could see that something came over her, as she turned to the bar, smiled sweetly and curtseyed to the men. Sir broke into hysterical laughter as he tugged on her lead and “Come on Pet… We have to go….”
~and that’s the truth, the whole truth, and nuttin’ but the truth… So help me God =^..^=
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