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:
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.
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Is that all? Maybe you should make up the rest if that is all there is.
That was quite beautiful, fun and exciting. i love how well You write.
I agree with you, Dick. I think that you should definitely complain and demand a refund of however much you paid.
By the way, how much did you pay?
I believe the goal in writing a story like this is to stimulate the reader’s imagination. The important question isn’t why the story ended where it did, but how do you think it ended?
Lady Julia… I am sooooooo glad I stopped by this morning. Thanks for starting my day positively.
Yum….
Grey
Forgive me for not saying this before but I love the idea of you reading this story. Your voice is amazing and I thought your dream was just like you. Exciting, sexy, and left me wanting more.
“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.
Great post and the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.
I’ve never heard a Femdom say anything like the above. I thought all that was supposed to matter was what the Domme wanted and what the submissive wanted was immaterial.
Dick, I’ll konk myself on the head and see what I can do about finishing the dream for you.
Robert, Grey, Michael, and JDW – thank you. You’re all very sweet. (I know guys hate that, but “sweet” is meant as the highest compliment.)
Michael, I can’t see how any relationship can succeed unless the feelings, wants and needs of both are recognized and respected.
What a wonderful story. Seems to trigger the imagination. I wonder what was in the bag. Something selected for my lady or something selected for me… or is something selected for me indeed something for my lady… and something for my lady is something for me. Would I get more pleasure from something for me or from seeing the pleasure from something for my lady? Does pleasure in dominance and submission go one way or two?
Do I want to know what was in the bag? Could thinking about the possibilities be better than knowing?
Dear Lady Julia,
That was absolutely exquisite! To read your delicious words is one thing, but to hear them spoken in that voice unlike any other is an unmatched delight. I hope that in the future you will record more of your musings in this fashion.
I do have one brief criticism, however, and that has to do with your apparent plans to do some “konking”. I respectfully suggest that your aim is off. :)
Arafin
i agree with Arafin completely. And it’s fortunate i read his comment because i completely forgot to listen to Your recorded version. OMG! It’s truly exquisite!
:D
I think you posed an interesting question, Chris. I wonder what each of you thinks was in that bag?
Thank you, fellas :)
Since you were the person dreaming I think the bag held silk scarves, chocolate sauce, a feather, and maybe nipple clamps. More importantly what do you think it held?
Ah, well that’s something I’ll have to hold back telling :) I want to hear what others think first.