Jennifers surrender, p.17
Jennifer's Surrender, page 17
“So, what are my rules for the week, Master?”
“Someone’s getting awfully bold.” He tugged my foot and pulled me to him, then turned me around so that my back was resting on his chest. He started massaging my breasts. “If you start calling me that, it carries a lot of implications, little bird. I’m not sure we’re there yet.”
“Are you using reverse psychology on me, Sir?” he chuckled and then pinched my nipple hard. “Ow!”
“Oh, Jennifer. I know you can take a lot more than that.”
“Mmmmm, yes, I can, Sir.”
“So you think I’m your Master, little bird? If I’m your Master, then you’re my slave.” I flinched, hearing that word. He chuckled again, “I didn’t think you were ready for that. Though I do love hearing you call me Master.”
“Am I your sex slave?” I asked cheekily. I really had no idea the path I was walking down. I just thought I was being cute.
“Do you do whatever I tell you to do, no questions asked?” he asked, deadly serious.
“Sexually, yes.” Suddenly, my voice got small, like a meek child.
“So you think you’re my sex slave then?”
“I, I don’t know. I obey you. You punish me. I guess it’s like a Master / slave relationship.”
“Ok, my little sex slave.”
As soon as he said that, I heard the edge in his voice and wished I hadn’t opened my big mouth. I knew what I had read about M/s relationships and knew that ours wasn’t like that. I made my own decisions outside of our relationship, we had conversations like normal people. I had read that in M/s relationships, the s doesn’t decide anything. Not the clothes she wears, not what she does with her day… so that wasn’t us. I had read that they couldn’t speak unless their Master told them to. Again, that wasn’t us. So, I guess I was just kidding, being playful, using that term. But obviously, I had no idea what I was saying. I had no idea the power that one word could wield. And I had no idea that he would take it to heart.
Before I left, Sir told me that he would be out of town all week, returning Saturday morning, so we wouldn’t be seeing each other all week. My heart sank. Especially after the weekend we just had. But he promised that we’d be together the following weekend when he got back.
Hey stranger! Read the text from Karen, one of my closest friends. Actually, now, one of my only friends. Jim and I had couple friends and after the breakup, I realized most were really his friends. I had become so focused on Sir that I really didn’t want to be with anyone else. I certainly didn’t miss them. After the evening out with my co-workers, everything and everyone else just seemed so trivial and bland compared to what I was doing with Sir.
Hi! I groaned inwardly. I knew she was going to push to see me and I didn’t want to have to lie to her, but I also knew that Karen, of all people, wouldn’t understand what I was doing with Sir. I still wasn’t sure I understood it.
I haven’t seen u in 4ever! Drinks this week?
I didn’t have a good excuse not to, and given that Sir was gone all week, it was probably as good a time as any.
Sure!
An hour into drinks, Karen said, “Jen, you haven’t given me a straight answer all night. You’ve dodged seeing me. What’s going on with you?!”
“Nothing, Karen, honest. I’m just busy at work is all. And, you know, the breakup with Jim.” I felt like a jerk lying, but I thought the breakup was an easy excuse to whatever changes she was noticing. “Look, maybe we should just call it a night.”
I felt bad. It wasn’t Karen’s fault. She was trying to be a friend. But I just had no patience for the small talk and questions. All I wanted was to be with Sir. Everything else felt so insignificant.
CHAPTER 22
My phone rang and I saw it was Sir. My heart started pounding just seeing his name. It was like this every time he called. But having gone without seeing him all week, it was even more intense. But I was at work with my door open, and Bill frowned on closed doors unless absolutely necessary. In fact, I was one of the few people in the agency who had an office. Most people were in cubes, so I very rarely closed my door. He thought it rude and a sign of ego or perceived superiority, but understood that there were some business dealings that needed to be private. When he told me that he was promoting me to Creative Director and giving me my own office, he made it very clear that how he felt. I assured him that I would not disappoint him. “I know you won’t, Jennifer.” Was all he had to say.
“Hello?” I answered almost as a question.
“I’ve bought you a present, Jennifer.”
Such a simple statement, and my heart soared.
“We have dinner Saturday night, and I want you to wear what’s in the box you’ll receive. Only what’s in the box. Please don’t open it until Saturday at 5pm. It will be delivered later this afternoon, but I want it to be a surprise for you. So you’re going to have to be patient, do you understand, little bird?”
“Yes.” I said meekly. There was silence on the other end of the phone, waiting for me to correct myself, “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I’ll see you Saturday, Jennifer. I’ll pick you up at 7.” He said flatly, and hung up. I felt sick to my stomach. I knew I had disappointed him and I chided myself for being so careless with my words. I knew how to address him. I wondered if he would punish me for this small transgression. Just the thought of that made my heart start beating even faster than it already was, but it also made me wet and flushed. I was so distracted that I didn’t even notice I wasn’t alone.
“Ahem.” Bill said as he stood in my doorway. I looked up, still flushed and embarrassed. “Jennifer, is everything ok?” Bill asked, his voice seemed lower to me than usual. I wasn’t sure if it was because of my new role with Master, but it seemed like the only prism through which I could see people now was whether or not they were a D or an s. I started seeing everyone as part of the lifestyle. Bill had always intimidated me a bit, but ever since Master, Bill seemed more and more dominant, like he could recognize my submission becoming more and more pronounced. I didn’t know if it was all in my head, or if I was becoming different with everyone.
I tried to act as normally as possible, “Oh, hi, Bill. Sorry, you just caught me deep in thought.”
He regarded me with skepticism and I felt like he could see right through me. “Ok, if that’s all it is.” He said and then moved into my office and closed the door. He never did this. I wondered if I was getting fired. I knew that I hadn’t been totally focused on work ever since my relationship with Master started, but I tried hard to keep my mind on work when I was here.
Bill walked up to the edge of my desk so that his thighs were pressed up against it, essentially making his crotch eye level for me. I tried not to look at him there, but it seemed like he was purposely standing there like that. I looked up into his eyes and he had a slight smile on his face as he looked down at me.
“You know, Jennifer, Stephen has told me how pleased he is with your performance.” His voice was almost a growl. It was hard for me to hear him over the pounding of my heart. I knew I was bright red, so embarrassed, I couldn’t believe Master would tell my boss about what we’ve done. What he’s done to me. What I’ve done for him. All I could do was look up at Bill, I couldn’t even speak.
“Jennifer, you’re acting like having a happy client is a bad thing.” He said, crossing his arms. I tried to regain some semblance of composure.
“W- what has Mast- um Stephen said?” my voice was so meek and trembling.
Bill smiled and crossed his arms across his chest, “Well, just that all the work you’ve done so far has been exceptional. He’s very pleased with the way the campaign is coming together. He called me just a few minutes ago to let me know.”
I sighed audibly and realized I was sweating. I reached for a Kleenex and dabbed the sides of my nose as I tried to relax my breathing. It was just about work. Of course he wouldn’t tell Bill about us! “Oh! Well, that’s great! I’m uh so glad he’s happy.”
Then Bill got serious again, “I don’t know if I’d say he was happy. As long as I’ve known him, that’s not a word I’d use to describe Stephen.” I tried to control my reactions so I just smiled and nodded. He continued, “But like I said, he is pleased. His exact words were that you have, so far, exceeded his expectations.”
“I let him know that I had no doubt you’d rise to the occasion and that I was happy to be able to share such talent with him.” And then Bill did something he has never done. He winked at me. Did he know? “Keep up the good work, Jennifer. You’ve made me so proud.”
And then I did something I’ve never done with Bill, or anyone other than Master. It was without thought. It had become instinctive. I had become trained. As soon as Bill said those last words, I couldn’t help what I said next, “Thank you, Sir.” And I looked down.
Before I could look back up, Bill reached out and tilted my chin up with his hand. “I meant what I said, Jennifer.”
All I could do was smile and swallow. He removed his hand and then walked out of my office. I sat there stunned. Reeling. I had no idea if he knew or not. Some of the words and phrases he used, he’s very pleased with your performance, happy to share you with him, you’ve exceeded his expectations, was I just reading too much into everything? And who could I ask? I couldn’t come out and ask Bill. Jesus, what if it were all in my mind, he’d think I was a nut job. Could I ask Master? Would he punish me? He shouldn’t. I wouldn’t be accusing him, it could just be a question. We were both adults.
I hated that this week apart had made my mind just turn to mush. I felt like we had made such great strides last weekend, but this week apart left me as insecure as ever.
The anticipation leading up to Saturday night’s dinner was becoming almost unbearable. I followed my orders and left the box unopened until 5pm. I actually sat in my room staring at it for hours before, watching the clock slowly count down to 5:00 on the dot. I didn’t trust my bedside clock to be accurate so I kept checking my cell phone knowing it had the exact right time. I knew that Master wouldn’t know if I opened it at 4:59 or 5:01, but I would, and I knew that if he asked me what time I opened it, I wanted to be able to say honestly, with a clear conscience, at 5pm.
Finally, it was time. I slowly unwrapped the large black bow. The box itself looked so ominous. It was huge, but for a box its size, it wasn’t terribly heavy. I carefully lifted the black lid off, almost as though I was afraid of what I would find. There was a note card on top with a J on the envelope,
Enjoy your outfit, Jennifer. Remember, only wear what’s inside. Nothing more.
-S
My hand was shaking as I put the note down on the bed and slowly peeled back the black tissue paper. Everything was black. The box, the bow, the tissue paper, and now I could see, all the contents in the box.
On top was a short black trench coat. Beneath it was a sheer black slip dress. As I held it up, it looked like it came to my mid thigh. There was a black corset. Black thigh high stockings. And a new pair of black Loubutins. I had emptied all the contents onto the bed and thought there must be some mistake. The dress was so sheer, that it needed a slip. Hell, the dress might have been a slip. I lifted all the tissue paper out to make sure I hadn’t missed anything. My heart started pounding. He wanted me to go out in public with him essentially naked. I tried to breath, to relax. I reassured myself that I had the trench coat to cover myself. Yes, I would be fine. I took a deep breath and exhaled, then went into the bathroom to shower and get ready.
I shaved everything, knowing Master liked me smooth. I liked it too. I made up my eyes darker than usual, it was Saturday night after all. And I left my hair long, the ends falling just below my shoulders. Then I got dressed.
I eased the silk thigh high stockings up. They must have been expensive because they felt amazingly soft and silky. Next, I put on the corset. Once again, I thought there must be some mistake. The wrong size. Though it fit me around my middle, there were barely any cups. They weren’t even demi-cups. It was just a little bit that cupped and raised the underside of my breasts, pushing them up, but covering nothing. Of course, there wasn’t any mistake, I knew that. Then I slipped on the slip or dress or whatever it was. It was sheer black, with spaghetti straps and fell to about my mid-thigh. I rationalized that you could only really see through it if it caught the light. Though, with nothing covering my breasts or pussy or ass, depending on the lighting, you could see everything. Finally I slipped the shoes on. Naturally, they fit like a glove. The effect was dramatic. All black sheer lingerie, set off by my bare skin, blonde hair and smoky grey eyes. I liked what I saw and I knew Master would too. I added a bit of lip gloss and then thought about a purse or a clutch. I picked up the note again. Master was not one to leave out any details. He was meticulous. If there was no purse, then I wasn’t meant to carry one. That meant no ID, no keys, no money, no phone. I checked the trench coat to see if it had pockets. Naturally it didn’t.
I started to panic again. This panicking business was becoming more and more of a regular feeling since being with him. I tried to remember what he had told me. Not to question. That if I didn’t question, and just trusted him to take care of me, that there wouldn’t be anything to panic about. I sat on the edge of my bed and thought about this. I was having such a hard time with this concept, and he knew that. He was being so patient with me. I resolved that for tonight I wouldn’t question him. He was a very smart man. He must know that I wouldn’t need a purse. I knew I could always be let back into my place by my next door neighbor who had a copy of my key just in case.
I tried to relax for the next half hour as I waited for him. I poured myself a glass of wine to help take the edge off, and it worked. A little. At 7:00 on the dot, my door bell rang. Trying to remember my resolve, I took a deep breath as I opened the door. There Master stood. He was so handsome, but it was more than just that, he was so powerful and commanding looking. He smiled as he looked me over and then leaned in to kiss me on my cheek.
“Jennifer, you look lovely. I’ve missed you.” He whispered into my ear. Just his brief touch and appreciation set my heart on fire.
I had to clear my throat to answer, “Thank you, Master. I’ve missed you too.” It was barely above a whisper but he heard it.
“That sounds so lovely on your lips.” He said as he caressed my cheek with the back of his knuckles and gave me a small smile. Then he held out his arm, clear that I was to put mine through and hold onto the inside of his elbow. We walked silently to his car. Ever the gentleman, he opened my door and helped me slide in. I loved the smell of his car. It must have been brand new, and I shuddered for a moment as I realized everything was so short, if I wasn’t careful, my pussy would rub against the leather. I could feel that I was already wet, and without any underwear, I was either going to leave a puddle on the seat or a stain on my dress and jacket.
When he slid in, he could see the concern on my face, “Jennifer, you look worried.”
Damn it. Why did he have to be so damn perceptive? I knew better than to lie or fumble for an excuse. I knew by now that he liked honesty and clarity. “I’m worried that, without any underwear, and with my pussy as wet as it is, I’m either going to stain your seat or my dress and coat, or all of them.”
He smiled, “I appreciate you not beating around the bush, Jennifer.” He paused, looking me up and down, thinking. “Lift your skirt and jacket. I don’t want those getting stained.” I did as he asked and sat down so I could feel the smooth leather against the back of my thighs, ass and exceedingly wet sex. “Good girl.” He said and I beamed.
“But you’re right. Your pussy juices will stain my leather. And I don’t want that. So, when we get out, you’ll just have to lick the seat clean.” He said in such a matter of fact tone, as he buckled his seat belt. I couldn’t hide the horror in my expression. I opened my mouth, and then thought better of it and closed it. He stared at me and waited until I realized what he was waiting for.
“Yes, Master.” I whispered.
“Good girl. Now buckle up.” I did as I was told and tried to calm my mind. I told myself he was probably just saying that to scare me. But I didn’t understand why he was being so distant, so mean. Certainly he wasn’t going to make me bend over and lick the seat in public. Would he do that to me? “Jennifer, stop thinking dear. You’re just making it harder on yourself. I keep telling you that.” He said as he reached over and started stroking my thigh. The feeling of his hand on me temporarily broke my thoughts and I leaned my head back and took a deep breath.
His hand slowly moved up my thigh to the top of the stocking, his fingers running along the edge. He stroked the bare skin above the top of the stocking for a bit, knowing, I’m sure he knew, that he was just making me even wetter. He must have read my mind as he put his hand on my pussy and started making circles. I was so slick that, as he played between my lips, I could hear the sticky wetness. He played around my opening, leisurely, as he drove, then he raised his finger and started circling my clit. It was already hard and I knew that it wouldn’t take much for him to make me come like this. He knew that too as he increased the pace, circling and circling the sensitive nub.
“You didn’t play with yourself all week, did you?”
“No, Sir.” I said breathlessly.
“Good girl. I didn’t even have to tell you not to. You did that for me.” I nodded. “Should I let you come, Jennifer? Before dinner?” I turned my head to him, my eyes half open. I was already worked up into such a lather, I didn’t know what the right answer was. Was this a trick? A test? “Stop thinking, and answer me.”
“Yes, Master. Please let me come.” And then I thought to add, for good measure, “If it pleases you.” God I sounded pathetic. But as he kept working my clit, I couldn’t help but beg.
