A meeting with the mistress

A meeting with the mistress (short story) by Dante

 

‘Good morning honey, freshen up, it is time for breakfast’ said lovingly and gently my wife at 9am on a usual wintery morning. I look at her with a slight open right eye as I turn around to try and sit straight to get my focus and thoughts put back from my sleeping state ; and reply to her, “good morning my love just give me two minutes and I will follow.’

She leaves the room with a smile, then quietness and solitude rushed in and climbed the sheets and sat each on one side begging to befriend me. I leave my bed and walk towards the bathroom for the morning routine, brushing my teeth staring right at myself facing the mirror all I could think of is my meeting with the mistress that following night, the thought itself aroused and tickled my senses and woke me to begin my day, but can I fast forward to that moment? Can I just go back to sleep and wake up to that moment? I question myself.

 

I continue to finish my routine and go to my wardrobe to pick out my outfit; and as I do, I slave away to the image of me getting lashed repeatedly to my senses without any fabric , just the receiving whip on my flesh delivered by my mistress, my goddess.  I put my clothes on and walk downstairs towards the kitchen and sit alongside my wife and my 2 twin girls in their carriage looking so innocent and out of filth as if they are the perfect definition of purity. “Any big business plans happening today Phil”? The wife asks while my thoughts were tangled under the boots of Mistress Sasha.  “Not much “I reply, as I stand up and go place my plate in the sink as I ready myself to leave my household.

 

Hotel Bliss is where I am headed, job is finished and I am on my way to submit myself to my owner, my boss. I park my car and I walk inside the hotel requesting a room, with an ocean view. Demanded and ordered always by my mistress.

I enter the room and await patiently for my mistress to arrive, two knocks of a three seconds interval is what I am waiting for, Mistress Sasha’s way of alarming to her presence. Minutes pass and my soul and body intertwined to anxiousness that determined my level of mental arousal that is the highlight of my waking day.

 

 

Tock……….Tock…. she knocks …

 

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Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

Lovely titillation and suspense. The walk up to the lovers apartment in real life is almost as exciting as the lover's touch. The delay in the knock is good writing, it puts the reader on edge. Edging the reader is the Art of erotic writing.
Thanks for sharing.

[SANDS]

Ouhhh i like itttt, u should definitely do a sequel im excited to know!!

[Dante]

wow thank you for your support, yes for sure theres a sequel incoming, be waitin ")

[SANDS]

Totally waiting, love ur work