Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 4

butterfly

I'd woken up mad and had remained that way most of the day at work, which was awful. It was filled with meeting after meeting. I couldn't even let myself sink into my work, because my mind kept getting drawn back to my midnight caller. Last night I had been pissed, but after a restless sleep and hours of boring meetings to dwell on it, I realized she had been right. It was a terrible performance. I was nervous as hell, and it had been rushed. I could have taken more time. Hell, I could have put way more effort into it.

That was when I decided that I was going to treat tonight like a date. A date with myself—and my midnight caller.

After work, I took a long shower to shave my legs, armpits and bikini line, as I liked to keep myself neat and trimmed up. When I was done, I blew my hair dry and left it loose, then chose a dark blue bra and panty set for tonight because whenever I wore it, I felt sexy.

I pulled back the covers, removed them from the bed, and ran my hand across the smooth sheets. Some people spent their money on gambling, others on fancy restaurants; my vice—sheets. I had pale blue, long staple, 100% Egyptian cotton sheets on the bed tonight.

Slowly, I sat up and leaned against the headboard. My knees, which were up near my chest, fell gently open, exposing my entire body. I shivered at the thought that now she could possibly see every inch of me. I didn't know how it was possible—my room was completely dark with the exception of the light from my alarm clock—yet somehow I just knew that she could see me.

That knowledge alone had me tingling, yet I was surprised when I found my soft curls already damp with excitement. I plunged my fingers in a few times, and while it felt good, I wanted more. I rolled onto my knees and crawled on all fours to the nightstand where I kept my toys. I wondered for a moment if she was watching, so I shook my ass slightly as I realized that she must be getting a really good view of it. In the darkness, I felt for my rabbit. It was longer and thicker than some of my other toys, and tonight I felt the need to be stretched, filled.

And I had been. I'd fucked my pussy hard and fast. I imagined what she was doing as she watched me, and at that thought, I couldn't hold off any longer. I came so hard that every muscle in my body contracted and then relaxed, leaving me feeling like mush.

I lay there panting on the bed for a moment—covered in sweat and wetness—before the phone rang. I jumped up and answered it quickly.

"That was beautiful, butterfly, and your body pleased me. Because of that, I will grant your request. You may call me Mistress. "

"Mistress?" I asked questioningly.

"First of all, little girl, Mistress knows that you are new to this, but you must learn to only speak to Mistress with respect. Do you understand?"

I felt wetness gush out of me at her words. Any part of me that was offended at the way she was speaking to me, at the use of the words 'little girl', went out the window.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered quietly, trying to cover the trepidation in my voice.

"That was a good girl. But I did not tell you to speak. My butterfly will only speak when Mistress says the word 'speak.' Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered quickly, trying to keep her on the line. I was afraid she would hang up and I'd never speak to her again. She was a mystery I had to unravel.

"I did not tell you to speak!" she said in a harsh tone. "You will not speak until I tell you to speak. Do you understand, little girl?"

I opened my mouth, first to apologize for speaking out of turn and then, after a moment of reflection, to tell her off for telling me when I could and couldn't speak. I closed it again before doing either, the gush of wetness between my legs stopping me from saying anything. As much as I'd been raised to speak my mind, something about her tone made my stomach feel like it was full of butterflies and my clit throb, all at the same time. For now, I would be quiet.