Recently I had what I thought to be quite a delightful dream. If you’d enjoy hearing rather than reading about it, click here to allow me to whisper in your ear.
You arrived at my door prepared to take me out for the evening. Taped to the knocker was a note penned on perfumed stationary. “Let yourself in – your orders await.”
A slow smile spread across your face and I’m certain your body must have responded. After all, you do so love it when I’m a bit bossy with you.
Unlocking the door, you stepped inside and found yourself gazing at your reflection in the mirror adorning the entryway. Lipstick letters spelled out your directions:
Pick up your tuxedo from the cleaners and don it.
Go to Maxim’s and pick up the limo that’s already been reserved.
Arrive back here in precisely one hour. Do not make me wait.
Your smile spread into a grin as you turned and hurried to do my bidding.
The doorbell rang in exactly one hour. Prompt, just as I expected.
As the door swung open, your eyes widened. It would seem you appreciated the short, low-cut black dress I was wearing.
“First, to the sex toy shoppe on 21st Street, Driver. I have a few purchases to make.”
You stared after me for a moment and then hurried to open the limousine door. My fingers caressed your cheek for a moment before I slipped inside. As we pulled away I could see a bit of your face reflected in the rear-view mirror and lowered my head a moment to hide my smile. My, you certainly were excited.
At the sex shoppe you were instructed to keep the car running and wait while I made my purchases.
“Yes Ma’am!” You do know how I love to hear those words, don’t you?
I took my time in the shoppe, examining all the treasures inside. Finally, I exited with my selections hidden in a large black shopping bag.
As you held the door for me, I brushed up against you a bit, my hand lightly caressing. Exactly as I expected – already so excited.
“To Remmington’s for a drink, Driver.”
I hummed softly as you drove, my fingers occasionally teasing my nipples. Yes, I knew you were watching.
At Remmington’s I remarked I thought you would enjoy my purchases. “What do you think is inside my bag?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t presume to guess, Mistress. I am sure they are things that will bring you great pleasure. That’s all that matters.” Well, it wasn’t all that mattered and you knew that. It’s important to me that you experience pleasure as well. Perhaps pleasure through tease, through denial, through a tiny bit of pain – so many options, so many toys. Still, it was as expected that you put me first.
We left the bar at twilight. Just enough light. Perfect.
As you pulled away from the bar and headed toward my apartment, I reached into the bag, pulled out a nice, new vibrator and switched it on. You turned to look over your shoulder, but remembered your role and snapped around to face the front. You couldn’t help your eyes drifting to the mirror whenever possible, but that’s of course exactly what I expected.. and what I wanted.
We were just pulling into the driveway when my body arched and the sounds of my release filled the air.
You waited to exit the car, as all good drivers should, until I informed you that I was recovered enough to step out. As I walked toward the door, I called over my shoulder, “Don’t forget my purchases, Driver.”
As if you could.
