Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 14

butterfly

I'd been nearly out the door when the phone rang.

It was the first morning this week that she hadn't called the moment my feet touched the floor. I noticed it right away, and by the time I was ready for work, my mind raced with all sorts of scenarios as to what could have happened to her. Maybe she'd grown bored with me and found someone else. Maybe she'd been in an accident and was too hurt to call, or worse. No, I couldn't think of worse, but I did.

When I heard the phone ring as I was leaving, my heart leapt in my chest. Relief washed over me when I heard her voice. It was short lived though, as my heart began to race at her words. She had asked me to remove some of my clothes and perform for her.

I found myself on all fours on my dining room table, ass in the air, candlestick in my pussy, exposed for the world to see, and I didn't care. When she said those three magic words, "Come for me," everything went out the window. I came loud and hard.

I was still panting from the orgasm when she spoke again. "I love watching your pussy dripping and spread open for me, but you may remove the candlestick."

I gently pulled it from my body, every sensation heightened.

"That was beautiful, butterfly, now get to work," she said, and then I heard the phone click.

I wasn't sure what to do with the candlestick, so I just set it back in its place on the table. I could take care of it later. I glanced at the clock and realized I should be at work in seven minutes. It was a twenty-five minute commute, and I clearly needed to shower and change.

I started to take my blouse the rest of the way off and head for the bathroom. I'd call my boss, Sarah, after I showered and tell her that I had car trouble or something. Before I even got two steps, my phone rang again.

"Hello?" I asked, wondering if it were Sarah already calling to see where I was. 

"What do you think you are doing? Didn't I tell you to keep your shirt on?" My Mistress' voice instantly put me on edge again. I was too nervous to speak, so I nodded dumbly.

"Were you going to take a shower?"

I nodded again.

"Did I tell you to shower?" I shook my head.

"Put your bra back in your breast or take it off." I quickly adjusted my bra so that my breasts were no longer exposed. "Button your shirt and pull down your skirt."

I did as she said, but my heart raced.

"Now, you will go to work as I told you. Do you understand?" I nodded, and then heard the phone click again.

I'd never gone anywhere after having sex. There I was—soaking wet panties, my clothing all rumpled and my hair a mess—standing in disbelief. I knew I didn't actually have to do as she said. I was my own person. But even as I was having the argument with myself, I was grabbing my keys and heading for the door, dialing as I walked.