I had trouble getting to sleep that night. There had been no more from Mistress after she left for dinner with her Boss. What was going on? I could only speculate. I knew there had been some flirtation between them over the last few months. She had reported some lingering touches on her arm. Suggestive comments. And Mistress was certainly game. But also reluctant to make the first move."I don't want him to think I'm some sort of slut, slave....."
"Even if you do have permission?"
"I don't need permission. Remember who's in charge here?" She faux scolded.
"I do."
But that shot of her, priming his pump with such hot lingerie, stockings, garters....Mistress had clearly elected to raise the temperature for her night out with her Boss. I had to wonder if or when she'd give him a flash of what might be on the menu for dessert.
And when I did, well, I paid a price as my "work a day" cock surged painfully against the cage she had locked me in early that morning before I drove her to the airport.
It wasn't until early the next morning that I heard from her again.
"Hi slave. Sleep well?"
"Not really... waiting for you to come home and unlock me...."
"Awww....poor slave."
"How was your night?"
"Hmmm..... it was late... very late."
"Sex?"
"What do you think?"
What a tease. This was torture.
"Aren't you going to tell me?"
"When I get home you will get all the juicy details. And they are juicy. Wish you were here to taste?"
"Of course..."
"He surprised me with a present at dinner. From Cartier!"
Really? What?
Then a picture came through.I guess that counted as a good "first move".
