Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 11

Mistress

"Everything went perfectly," I heard Dinah say from the other end of the phone. "She looks, smells, and feels just as you asked her to."

I smiled at the thought. I had been worried butterfly would refuse some or all services. Now I pictured her, relaxed, nails done, and her soft pussy completely smooth for me.

"What did you think of her?" "She's lovely, inside and out."

I was jealous that Dinah had touched her when I hadn't yet. I was sure she had even touched her pussy during the waxing. I wanted to know all the details.

"So the waxing went well?"

"Yes. She has a high tolerance for pain."

I groaned at the thought of spreading her legs wide and spanking that pink pussy. I had to have her in my playroom, and soon.

I hung up with Dinah and dialed another number. She answered on the first ring.

"Ally, it's me. I need a favor. I need that playroom done ASAP."

I had just hung up the phone with Ally when Camila pulled into the parking garage. Standing in the shadows only a few feet from where she parked her car after her trip to the spa, I'd hoped to catch a glimpse of her, to smell her scent. I'd never been this close to her before. Even the few times I'd seen her in public, I always watched from afar.

She sat there in the car for a minute and looked upset. I wondered if she'd been hurt at the spa, but Dinah had said she did well. Then my thoughts went to Lucy. I worried that Lucy had told her that she had been my submissive before. It wasn't that I wouldn't tell butterfly eventually, but this early in our relationship was not the time.

In the many years I'd been walking this planet, I'd become very good at reading people's facial expressions. She was worried and looked like she felt a bit of guilt. I didn't want her looking so sad after accepting my gift, but then I realized suddenly that perhaps that was what she was upset about. It was a no strings attached, gift, but she didn't know that.

Guessing what she must be thinking, I quickly called her number. "Relax, butterfly. I know what you are thinking, and you owe me nothing. I do want you, my butterfly. But know this—when I take you, it will be because you have given yourself freely to your Mistress, mind, body and soul." She nodded her head as if she knew I was watching.

"Your Mistress is pleased with what you did with your body. Go inside and relax. I will call you before bedtime."

She seemed relieved, and I was grateful that I hadn't pushed her too far too fast. I was moving at a very quick speed with her, but it was because I needed to see her, touch her. Today I'd been closer to her, and I thought it would lessen the desire, but it only made me want her more.

I waited a few hours to call her. I could see through the window that her heart was racing before she even said hello.

"My butterfly is feeling better." I could feel the smile play at my lips.

Every time I spoke to her, it lightened my mood.

She nodded.

"And you allowed Dinah to follow my instructions?" Again she nodded.

"Show me," I commanded. I didn't have to be specific. She knew that I didn't want to see her fingernails or toenails. She gulped hard, her nervousness apparent. As she slowly undressed, her hands began to tremble.

She stood nude, facing the window. Although it was light out, and seeing in her windows was much easier at night, I could still see her well.

It was glorious. Anyone who says, 'seen one pussy, seen them all,' is an idiot and clearly hasn't seen my butterfly's. It was smooth, slightly pink, and very wet. I wondered how much wetness her small amount of hair had covered. I looked forward to finding out.