Picking up the note, I slipped my shoes on and sat on the small stool to read it.
Precious,
I hope you enjoyed our time together as much as I did.
When you are ready to submit to me again, call or text me.
Master J
Underneath his name his number was scrawled in the same masculine script as the rest of the note.
The ball was in my court, so to speak. The man continued to surprise me. Even with as dominant as he was, he left the option and decision up to me. It was ultimately my choice to contact him again or not. After everything I’d heard about the BDSM community and how controlling and abusive it was, I was having a hard time relating it to my experiences.
Collecting myself, I let myself out; thankfully, there wasn’t anyone else in the hallway and I was able to escape to my car without having to interact with anyone but the woman with my bag at the front. Once in my car I was tempted to pull out my phone and message him right away, but instead I forced myself to drive home. It was a small little house on the outskirts of town. Since I’d spent so much time at home instead of going out, I’d managed to save up a nice little stash and had only purchased it a few months prior.
Once there, I put my purse on the counter and pulled out my phone. Placing the note and my phone next to each other, I stared at the pair for a good long while as I debated on what I was going to do. Eventually, I couldn’t wait any more. Picking up my phone, I tapped out a quick message and sent it before heading off to get ready for bed. I stood in my room, looking at dresser where my pajamas were stored before deciding I was going to sleep in his shirt. No one would know. It was just me and it was surprisingly comforting having his scent with me. I did, however, kick off my pants and remove my bra to be more comfortable.
Walking back to the kitchen, I picked up my phone to find I had a return message.
My initial message was on top:
I had more fun than I expected and look forward to next time, Master.
In a gray bubble signaling his response was:
Oh to hear you call me in person.
I leave our next meeting date up to you.
Smiling, I knew he’d be surprised by the use of Master as I hadn’t called him that so far.
I won’t know until I double check my schedule at work.
A moment passed before his response popped up:
I’ll be waiting.
Taking my phone to my room, I plugged it in and tumbled into bed. Surrounded by his scent, the memories of the night flooded my mind causing me to get turned on again.
I tried to tell myself that I could simply roll over and ignore it. I didn’t have to give into the fiery hot desire throbbing through my body at the remembered sensations of Master’s swats on my ass or the feel of his arms wrapped around me. The more I tried not to give in, the more my body throbbed — the ache escalating.
Rolling to my back, a hand slipped under my panties before I even had time to think about it and angrily pushed my swollen clit around. The night played out over and over in my head as I continued to circle and bang against my clit. Even after twenty minutes of focusing on it, I couldn’t reach the peak I was craving. Sighing, I rolled over and threw open my drawer filled with toys. It only took a second to find my favorite vibrator. It slid right into my needy pussy when I pushed against my opening. Cranking up the vibrations, I returned to teasing my clit as I slid the thick toy in and out.
The longer it took, the angrier I got, but once I started it was impossible to convince myself to stop until I finally got off. After another fifteen minutes, I finally felt the beginnings of an orgasm building. Unfortunately, the small cresting wave that I caught wasn’t all that fulfilling, but it would have to do because I was exhausted. Even so, I tossed and turned for hours with Master’s voice and actions rolling around in my head, keeping my body at a simmer.
During the middle of the night I couldn’t take it any longer and slipped my hand between my thighs to once more try to get off. Anything to release some of the tension that was keeping me from getting a good night’s sleep. Yet again, my body refused to give me what I wanted and I was more rough than I had intended, leaving myself sore, tired, sweaty and still barely satiated.
Hours later my alarm jolted me awake. Even after silencing the annoying thing, it took me a few minutes to get out of the bed and start my daily ritual of getting ready for work. Since I was sore between my legs from the rough night, I put on a loose skirt, thigh highs and heels — no panties. They’d just rub and make things worse. Plus it was Sunday, and sexy, mystery man didn’t show up on Sundays so ideally my pussy and hormones would behave for a few hours at least.
I did have an event to deal with where I would be standing and walking quite a bit, so I slipped a pair into my purse just in case things got sweaty. My life was practical, not sexy, sadly.
Once I blow-dried my hair and curled it, I pulled on another silk top not much different from the one I’d worn the night before. As flashes of the evening swamped me, I quickly whipped it off and put on a button-up top. Again it made me think of Master J, but I ran out of time and if I wasted any more I’d be late for work.
Grabbing my purse and keys, I ran out the front door. As I pulled into my parking spot at the hotel, I realized with a hot flash of horror that I’d forgotten my phone at home. One more reason I would have to behave while at work, even though I would have much rather have been able to text him as soon as I double-checked my calendar for upcoming events. I couldn’t wait to meet up with him again even if I didn’t get sexual gratification from it; the feelings it gave mel to let him have control of me gave me a rush while at the same time created a calm, quiet place my mind already craved.
Walking in the front door of the hotel, I saw Jennifer was in so it was going to be a busy day of gossip if she got her way. I already had a busy event to deal with so I was hoping I might be able to put it off for another day. Only time would tell.
Chapter 8
John
I was glad I’d already arranged to have the shirt out of my bag and a note left for Alix after I left her. I’d had to force myself to leave the room before I snapped and fucked her raw. She wanted it, she was begging me to do it, but she wasn’t ready. I wanted more from our relationship than a quick fuck.
Even as my dominant side pushed for me to take over everything in her life, I knew I had to let it be her choice where this thing was going. I already had quite a bit of control over things and didn’t want to make her run by taking too much from her. That’s not the type of dom I was. I refuse to force a woman to do things she doesn’t want to do¸ including spending time with me.
When a woman truly submits and hands over their control to you, that’s when it’s exhilarating. When the choice is there and they choose you, they choose to submit of their own free will when they could just as easily not.
I was disciplined and in control of myself enough to let her take the choice of when we would meet. Once she was in my grasp again, I would take over.
After spending hours working with patients online, I looked at my phone again. Alix was supposed to send me her schedule. She didn’t say exactly when she got it, but I expected it in the morning hours. By one, I grumbled in irritation. I wanted to text her, but it was her turn.
Grabbing my wallet and keys off the counter, I took the elevator down to the lobby of the hotel. I knew she’d be down there. Since she didn’t know what I looked like, I could easily get a glimpse of her then return to my computer. Another plus of her not knowing who I was. I could see her as much as I wanted and she’d never know. If she knew, she might think it a bit stalker-ish.