Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 31

butterfly

Work was stranger than usual. Don't get me wrong, I'd been loving it since I'd been assigned to the project. Not only was it what I'd always wanted to do with my career, but it was fun working with my team.

I was really starting to like Lauren and Shane a lot, though honestly, I liked Shane more. He seemed like the big brother type: fun to hang out with and easy going. Lauren was different. She was extremely attractive, and I was sure that my Mistress and Lauren wore the same cologne because they smelled similar, though I thought my Mistress smelled better. Maybe if it weren't for my Mistress, I would have accepted Lauren's invitation to dinner—but there was my Mistress, and she was all I could think about, even at work.

And to make matters worse, today I was wearing the butterflies. Each time I moved, I felt them shift slightly, keeping my nipples constantly hard. I closed my eyes for a moment, just listening to the sketching sound Lauren's pencil made against the paper. It reminded me of the sound my Mistress made in the playroom. I was so lost in the moment that I'd forgotten I wasn't alone and rubbed my hand across my nipple, feeling the butterfly through the shirt. I heard a low moan, bringing me back from my memories. My eyes flew open to see Lauren first staring at my chest, then glancing upward to lock gazes with me.

I didn't know what she was thinking, though she was probably disgusted. Shane joked around a lot, and Candy always made sexual innuendos, but Lauren was very professional. If she knew what I was thinking about, she would have probably had the company fire me on the spot for being a sexual deviant. If she knew the things I'd allowed my Mistress to do—no, begged my Mistress to do to me—I was sure she'd have a heart attack. Lauren, while sexy in her own way, probably only ever had sex missionary style. Although, I did have to admit her outburst today let me see that there might be another side to her.

If I wasn't busy at work, and always daydreaming about my Mistress, I might have tried to figure her out more. It didn't matter much today though, because Lauren left right after lunch and didn't come back for the rest of the day.

Shane, Candy and I didn't get much work done without her, either, what with Candy throwing herself at Shane, and he and I making fun of her behind her back and in front of her face. I swear, sometimes she was so thick.

My favorite part of the afternoon was when she'd said, "Oh, Shane, I've got an itch that I just can't scratch."

And Shane winked at me and said to Candy, "You might want to see a doctor about that itching."

I was still giggling about it when I walked into my apartment building hours later—nipples hard and panties soaking wet.

Eat. Shower. Playroom. 6:00

That was all that was on the note stuck to my door. I wondered if any of my neighbors had seen it and questioned what the hell it was about, but then I realized that I really didn't care.

I went in and quickly ate dinner. I only had half an hour until I was supposed to be in the playroom.

It was difficult taking a shower without removing my butterfly jewelry, but I managed and had five minutes to spare when I started getting dressed. Knowing I didn't have much time, I just slipped a dress on over my head, no bra. I slid a pair of panties on, slid my feet into a pair of sandals, and headed for the elevator.

When I got to the playroom, there was the usual blindfold, collar and leash on the table, but this time there was a huge coil of rope with them. I touched it and discovered that it was soft. My Mistress had restrained me before, but seeing this amount of rope made me nervous. I also saw the flogger and couldn't hold back my smile. Next to the flogger was the same glass dildo she'd used that first night on me. I half hoped it wouldn't be another night like that, and half hoped it would.

I got into the waiting position and was excited to hear my Mistress' footsteps only moments later. Silently, she put the collar around my neck.

"Inspection position," she said in barely a whisper.

I shifted my position and felt her cool hands ghost over my body.

"Today especially, my butterfly will need to tell me if she needs to call rose or mum. Will butterfly do that? Speak."

I felt the goose bumps break out at her words. What the hell was she planning? I knew I would be safe, though, and that I could use the safe words if I felt the need to. "Yes, Mistress," I answered confidently.