It seemed like every second lasted minutes as the days passed, but finally it was Wednesday and I would be seeing Master J again. To say I was looking forward to it was an understatement of epic proportions. Besides, I hadn't seen John — yes, I finally had his name — since the incredibly awkward run in on Monday when I'd been with Jennifer.
She had cornered me so we could compare notes about the party. It had taken a lot not to tell her that I'd been back for a one-on-one session, but I knew she'd never leave me alone if I let that tasty little tidbit get out. I had mistakenly said that I was anxious to get home so that I could text someone. She wouldn't let me go until I'd finally admitted it was a man whom I'd had a date with the night before. She'd been in the process of trying to pry more details out of me when we'd stumbled upon John in the hallway outside of my event.
He hadn't uttered one word, but his eyes spoke volumes and his body was just as potent up-close. He'd practically ignored Jennifer until she started trying to get her greedy little claws into him. Jealousy had sparked within me at that; then again, I'd never really said a word to the man so he wasn't even close to being mine and I had no grounds for the feeling.
She'd stood in the hallway after I rushed away in an embarrassed mess. I think she tried to embarrass me on purpose, and really the last person in the world I wanted her to be telling about my so-called date was the man I frequently dreamed about. Although ever since Saturday night with Master J, my dreams had been split between that nameless, faceless man and the sexy man I'd been watching for months.
It was my turn to try to pry information out of Jennifer. I wanted to know everything she knew about John. I'd about fainted when she'd said his name. She had known his name all along and I'd finally learned it. I had a name to call out as my orgasm rushed over me at night in bed, in my shower in the morning or in the afternoon during my lunch break.
My addiction was getting out of control, I knew it. Every day I was sucked further into it's grip no matter how much I tried to fight it. I was tempted to get back online and try to talk to someone there, but I'd been too busy to make time to tear open the closet filled with skeletons. I vowed that on my next day off I would make the time. I'd set everything aside and talk to someone even if it made me uncomfortable. However, that wasn't always so easy, seeing as I was a salaried employee for the hotel. I often worked after-hours at events or I'd have to come back hours later for a function. A full day off was rare. When I did actually get one, I had so much stuff left to do that I'd barely stop all day trying to get caught up.
When my normal office hours were over, I all too happily gathered my purse and threw a wave to Jennifer before quickly making my way to my car. I didn't have time to mess around. Speeding a bit, I rushed to get home so I could shower, do my hair, shave, and dress in clean stockings, garter belt and another pair of my favorite lacy panty-bra sets. Standing in just my undergarments, I stared down my closet. I didn't have much in there that fell under “sexy” but I wanted to look good for Master J — not that he would see me fully dressed. Thankfully I had a slight addiction to fancy panties and sexy underthings. I suppose that only fed my sex addiction, but I wanted to feel pretty even if I was the only one who would see them.
Finally, I selected a button-up blouse and a knee-length skirt. That was another thing that I needed to make time for. Shopping for sexier, non-work clothes. Slipping on my four-inch heels, I grabbed my purse and sent a quick text to Master J letting him know I was coming to him.
At the club, I was greeted by a woman at the desk; she looked familiar, but I couldn’t say if she was the same one as either of my previous visits or not. I was again escorted to the room I was to enter and let into a small dressing room. There was no note awaiting me, so I stripped off my skirt and blouse before stepping through the door.
Remembering my instructions from the first time, I kneeled in the middle of the room with my head down. And just like the first time, moments after I was settled, he joined me.
"Mmm, Precious, how fast you learn." Master J's British accent washed over me, causing me to shiver in pleasure.
"Yes, sir," I responded with a slight smile, keeping my head down.
"You look absolutely mouthwatering, but you, my little tease, will not get what you are begging me for." His beautiful, shiny shoes stepped into my view at the same time his unique scent washed over me.
"I'm not begging for anything, sir. I just wanted to look pretty for you," I said honestly. Not that I would complain if he wanted to go there, but he'd already said I wasn't going to be getting sex from him.
"Very well. I do not mind looking at you wearing a garter belt and hose. They are my favorite things to see on a beautiful woman. Now for the blindfold." His large hands brushed my hair back over my shoulders before tying the silky fabric over my eyes.
It didn't frighten me as it had the first time. I was ready for anything he wanted to show me.
"Stand," his deep voice demanded.
I moved to quickly comply and stood on my heels, keeping my head down.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath but I was still able to catch it.
Tugging my lower lip between my teeth, I fought not to smile at the unintentional compliment.
"Arms up," he spoke from behind me. I hadn't heard him move and jumped at his voice coming from a different direction than expected.
After I raised up one arm and then the other, he wrapped fabric around both wrists, binding them together. It wasn't nearly as loose as it had been the first time, but still loose enough I could've probably pulled my wrists from it if I really wanted to.
“You remember your safe word?”
I nodded. “Yes. Edge.”
"Good. Now walk." His large, hot hand came to rest on my lower back as he directed me. I slowly put one foot in front of the other until he told me to stop.
I could feel something close in front of me, but I wasn't sure if it was the wall or something else.
"Since you did so excellently with the crop last time, I thought we might start with something a little bit tougher than that. Okay?" he asked, surprising me.
"Yes, sir." I knew then that it must be the wall or at least something for me to lean against should I need to. I bent my arms, letting my hands fall behind my head. I didn't have anywhere else to let them go unless I wanted to completely lower my arms and I knew that wouldn't make him happy.
"Did I tell you to lower your arms?" his voice snapped at me.
My arms straightened immediately. "No, sir."
"Then why did you lower them?" he asked.
I could feel him walking behind me, back and forth, as he waited for my answer. I shrugged helplessly. "I'm not sure. I guess I figured you weren't looking and I could use the break from my burning shoulders."
"I know your shoulders are hurting. The only way to make them not hurt so quickly is to condition them. Short periods of time, which is what we are doing here. Do you really trust me so little, Precious?" His fingers brushed along my neck before dragging across the nape as he pushed all of my hair over one shoulder.
"I'm sorry, sir." I had no idea why I'd lowered them. My shoulders didn't hurt that bad. Sure, they burned a little bit, but nothing I couldn't endure for a bit longer. Hanging my head between my shoulders, I'd realized that I had been looking forward instead of down as I knew he expected of me.
"You can lift your head. Being submissive isn't about studying your shoes and letting other see your hair. You should be proud to be submissive, that you are strong enough to hand over your control to your master. Keep your shoulders up, your head up. Simply avert your eyes. Let everyone see how beautiful you are, but only I am to be graced with your eyes when I ask. Don't bow over and shy away like other submissives. That doesn't make you look any better or show that you are more submissive than the next, it only makes you look like a broken soul who is just asking for someone to stomp on you." Master J's finger hooked under my chin, raising my head back up.