Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 53

butterfly

That had to be the most embarrassing conversation of my life. Not even a week ago, I'd gone out half nude, covered in come, and had a dog sniff me, yet this was still more embarrassing. Why had I told Lauren about my Mistress? Why didn't I just say I was a lesbian or something? The thought made me burst into laughter, drawing the attention of the other woman in the elevator.

Great, now she thinks I'm insane, too, I thought to myself. At least Lauren hadn't seemed upset. In fact, she actually seemed happy. In a few days, our project would be done and I would really miss working with her. She was talented, friendly, and yet very professional. Although, there were times—like today—when she looked at me like I were something to eat. I had to admit though, that if it weren't for my Mistress, I probably would have been very interested in her attention. But there was my Mistress, and I couldn't wait until I saw her again.

When the elevator doors opened, I rushed from the building. I wanted to get home so I could see my Mistress. The last thing she'd whispered to me before she left me on the seventh floor was, "After work, go home, eat, and meet me in the playroom. I'll be waiting."

At my apartment, I grabbed a chef salad from the fridge, eating it quickly. It wasn't thirty minutes later that my heart was beating wildly in the elevator as I headed for the penthouse.

I was more than a bit nervous. The last time I'd been in the playroom, I'd told her of my desire to see her. I thought the fact that she'd seen me at lunch today was a good sign, but then she didn't want to speak to me at all, which made me a bit nervous. Another thing that bothered me was that last night, one of my punishments had been that I wasn't allowed to have her come after I'd given her a blowjob. Today at lunch, she didn't even let me give her one. In fact, I didn't hear her come at all. That left me with an uneasy feeling.

I tried to push down the panic that hit me as the doors opened. What if she was ending it? I had to calm down; I couldn't let myself think that way. I walked into the playroom, and all that was on the bench was a blindfold. No floggers, clamps, dildos. My heart sank.

Maybe I could tell her it was all a joke. I tried to remain calm, but my heart was racing and I knew I was sweating. I was glad I'd only eaten salad for dinner, because I felt like I was going to be sick.

I took a look around the room, wondering if it was going to be my last time there. There was no point in putting it off any more, so I put on the blindfold and took my place on the floor in the waiting position.

I heard her enter the room. She moved around me, carefully inspecting my body as she always did. I waited anxiously for her to speak, bracing myself for her to say the words.

Please don't leave me, I thought.

Would she just say something quick and to the point? I imagined her saying something like, "You are no longer needed" or "it's over." Would she make a long speech? I couldn't handle it if she drew it out. I didn't want to cry in front of her. Why did I write it? What if she leaves me? Oh, please, just hold it together. Breathe, Camila, breathe, I thought to myself.

I could hear her walking around me and feel her looking at me. She was taking much longer than usual, though. Was she getting one long last look? I'd never felt so naked in my life.

Finally, she spoke.

"Butterfly, last time you told me in your journal of your desire to see me. Is that still something you want? You will speak to answer my questions, and you may address yourself in any way you wish. I want to know what you are thinking."