BadKitty2: I know, doc. Thanks for the chat.
And with that, I logged out of the program and closed my computer. It made me feel better to know that it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing going to Master J. I didn’t tell the counselor that I wasn’t going to masturbate again. I didn’t want to see what Master had up his sleeve if he found out I’d done it again. The orgasm deprivation had been horrible enough. I didn’t want to go through that again, let alone something worse.
Feeling a bit better about everything, I cleaned my house while thinking about what I would wear for my next meeting with Master. When I wasn’t thinking about the dreadful run-in with John and the embarrassment that had come from it, I was thinking about what it'd felt like to have Master's cock in my mouth, his hands on my body. Thinking about Master only made my body ache and the craving for release to flare up. Instead of giving in, I scrubbed harder and focused on cleaning each room thoroughly.
Once the house was clean, which didn’t take all that long since I took time each week to scrub everything down, I went for a walk around the block. Anything to avoid being alone with my thoughts. Finally, I wore myself out enough that I knew I’d fall right to sleep, but I'd made it through the entire day without once giving in.
Upon waking, my body and mind felt rested and ready for the day. Feeling good, I dressed to impress with my flattering black skirt that made my legs and ass look great with a purple top that always made my boobs look awesome. A pair of four-inch black stilettos finished off the look. My hair flowed over my shoulders and the light layer of make-up made me feel like I was on top of the world. It would be a good day. It was Saturday, after all.
There was a big wedding taking place at the hotel and I'd been pulled in to help make sure everything ran smoothly. From the moment I dropped my purse in my office, I had someone needing one thing or another from me. Catering staff and decorators were tripping all over each other and grumbling. It was only ten in the morning, but it was clearly going to be a long day if it kept going the way it was.
Holding my shoulders back, head high, I was determined not to let anything ruin the good mood I’d started my day with. Before long, the biggest of the hotel’s ballrooms was decorated and the caterers had their tables set up. The decorators headed outdoors where the actual ceremony was taking place, and the caterers disappeared to get the food prepped. My job was to make sure everyone knew where they were supposed to be. The other coordinator was helping with everyone outside; I handled all the inside staff, decoration and guests once they started to arrive.
"Whew, will you look at that fine piece of man meat?" the young woman who was helping me put the final touches on each table whispered.
Looking up, my eyes collided with a pair of familiar blue ones. Instantly my face burned and I dropped my eyes back to the table. "Oh yeah, that guy. He's okay." I shrugged, trying to hide my embarrassment.
"You are crazy. That suit hugs his body like a glove that is just begging to be removed. Mmm, I bet he's hung too. See that bulge? God," she mused to herself before grunting under her breath.
The sound made me laugh and shake my head. Some women were certainly a lot more assertive and forward than I was.
"I'm gonna go talk to him." She strutted off, flipping her hair over her shoulders.
So much for help. Rolling my eyes, I continued putting the party favors down in front of each plate at the table we were working on. I grabbed the stack of place cards she'd left behind and finished her job as well before pulling the small cart with all my supplies to the next table and continuing. I didn't really care what she did. I was no longer going to drool uncontrollably at the poor man. I'd give the girl a few minutes to distract John before I called her back to finish her job. It'd give me a few moments to gather myself.
The man was constantly popping up in unexpected places. It seemed the more I tried to avoid him, the more he was around. Never said a word to me, but always watching with that damn little half-smile tilting those luscious lips... no, not luscious. They were just lips.
Rolling my head on my shoulders, trying to release the tension that was collecting there, I glanced over my shoulder to find the girl and John in a conversation. His lips were moving as if he were talking to her, but his eyes were on me. Instead of looking away, having been caught, that smile tugged at his lips.
"Hey, you need to finish over here," I called out to the girl. I couldn’t remember her name. John patted her shoulder before turning her toward me.
Throwing a wink in my direction, he spun and walked out of sight.
"Oh. My. God. You should hear his voice. It's so fucking hot." The girl sighed dreamily as she took the cards from my hand. "Too bad he shot me down. Oh well, I had to try."
"Hmm," was all I could come up with. I didn't care either way. I doubt he even knew my name, but that wink scattered my thoughts and made me second-guess everything. Maybe he hadn't seen what I'd been doing in my office. Or maybe he'd liked that I was touching myself while looking at him. I didn't know and there wasn't a chance in hell I was going to find out. I was already embarrassed enough as it was. Plus, how do you bring that up to a man you don’t even know? Awkward.
After everything had finally been set up on the inside, I returned to my office and dropped into my seat for a quick break. My ass burned as it connected with the chair and made me smile as my hand reached for the pearls around my neck. That reminded me, I needed to check my phone to see if I'd heard from Master. I only had one message from him and it had been sent two hours earlier.
How you hanging in there, Precious?
The use of his nickname made me smile. No one had ever called me Precious or any other pet name at all.
Doing good, master. Just had a busy day.
I put my phone back in the drawer and stretched out my cramped back. Bending over those tables for so long had my back screaming for relief. I needed to find food at some point since it was well past lunch time, but that required me getting back out of my chair and I just didn’t see that happening until it had to.
Jennifer came bouncing into my office with a plate in her hand. She set it front of me before plopping down in a chair on the other side of my desk. "I come bearing gifts."
"What's this?" I leaned forward and eyed the plate filled with grilled chicken and rice.
"Seems you have a little admirer. Our neighborhood weekly renter had the kitchen make that for you." Jennifer grinned, leaning forward with wide eyes. "What are you not telling me? How'd you get him to notice you? I've been trying forever."
"No idea. Really. I didn't ask for him to notice me." I said and pushed the plate towards her. "You can have it. I don't want anything from him." That was a lie, but I didn't need rumors to start or people to start looking for signs of something going on. Plus, nothing I wanted from the man could be served on a plate.
"No, no. Eat it. It doesn't matter that it's from him. Just eat, woman." Leaning back in her chair, her smile fell. "Why would you refuse a man like that anyway?"
"I'm not refusing him. I don't even know him. That's the problem. I've never even spoken to the man. Plus, I don't have the time or energy left at the end of the day for a man and all their complications. They’re all so needy." Truth. I didn't want a relationship. They required too much effort and tiptoeing around each other to be worth it. The single man I’d dated after rehab had wanted to know every detail of my life, share every intimate experience and I couldn’t do it. There was a lot of pain and betrayal in my past, within my family and I wanted to avoid thinking about it. All it did was make want to go out to a club and find someone to make me feel. At that point in my life, I couldn’t do that and when he pushed, I left. That's what I loved about Master. We met, did our thing, left. That's all there was to us.