Mistress, May I? [Girl X Girl, Lesbian, BDSM]

Chapter two - An Empty House

Lexie

School was a pain, of course, but the worst part of the day for me was going home. I would always get my hopes up thinking, maybe today they'll be home. As you may have guessed, they never were. Nonetheless, I still hoped as I began my walk home that I would see the smiling face of my mother when I stepped through the door.

I looked at the bleak street around me as I walked. Each house was extravagant, bursting with charm and elegance, but for some reason I couldn't see the appeal. I suppose it was easier to love those houses when they really felt like home.

When I arrived at home I unlocked the door, listening for any signs that someone was home. When all I heard nothing I slammed the door angrily, trying to fill the stifling silence. I couldn't believe my parents had left without warning again. I mean, sure I could call in for takeout, but it wouldn't be the same eating it in an empty house.

As I approached the fridge to dig through and find something to drink I saw a blue post-it note on the fridge. I peeled it off, reading it with a frown. Of course. My parents would be gone for a month. As always they had left money in my account for food and whatever else I wanted. This happened so often I didn't even know why I was surprised anymore. I might has well have been living on my own.

I crumpled up the note, tossing it to the floor, and opened the fridge. I looked through the contents halfheartedly, finding that I had lost my appetite. Instead of eating food I pulled out the bottle of wine my dad kept in the back of the fridge. I knew I was underaged, but right now I just wanted to feel better. My dad must have noticed that his wine kept dissappearing because it continued to be replaced every time he came home, but he must not have cared too much. He certainly didn't care enough to stay and talk to me about it.

I poured myself a glass of wine, taking a sip and smiling a bit at the familiar bitterness. I couldn't remember a day that I'd gone without at least one glass of the expensive alcohol since my parents started leaving when I was fifteen. I even drank a glass in the morning before going to school just to take the edge off things.

As I drank my wine, losinh count of how many glasses I'd had by now,  I sat at the counter and flicked on the tv. I was absolutely dreading having to go to school again tomorrow. After I finished my drinks I sat on the couch, relaxing and watching the droning reality show that was on at the moment. I was too lazy to get up and change the channel. Eventually I fell asleep, curling up on one of the cushions with the armrest as a pillow. In the morning I woke up with a neckache, a hangover, and a strong desire to tell someone they looked like shit. Today was going to be a long, long day.

Isabelle

The school day started the same as every other, with me getting dressed in the dark, only half awake, and chugging a cup of coffee on my way out the door. My dark hair was still loose, hanging around my shoulders like a blanket of shadows, falling into my eyes. I sighed, using one of my pencils to pin my hair up.

I arrived at school pretty early. Only a few students were filtering in. I looked over them. Of course Lexie wasnt there yet... I walked to my classroom, settling in at my desk. She had my class that day, so I would have my chance to give her what she deserved. I had to cast dark thoughts out of my head when I thought about what she really deserved. I would give her detention, keep her after class. I wouldn't touch her. These innappropriate ideas were beginning to stress me out. I couldn't do that kind of thing with a student. I kept that strictly to people outside work.

The bell rang what seemed like moments later, signaling students to go to their classes. I taught my classes absent-mindedly, though I would usually be passionate about this subject. I had other things on my mind. When she entered my class I didn't know wether to be angry or excited. She had another student's backpack and was playing keep-away with it, tossing it periodically to other students. "Ms. Kent, detention after class. Give that girl her backpack and sit down in your assigned seat." Even a subtle command like that reminded me of the things I would do if I had the chance, if I wasn't so sure that I would be arrested.

Lexie didn't even appear remorseful as she sat in her seat. In fact, she seemed smug. She looked me in the eye with an insolent smirk that nearly made me snap at her. "Don't think you can tell me what to do. I gave her backpack back because I was bored." My hand twitched slightly. If I didn't know I would get in trouble, she would not be able to get away with something like that. As class went on I became more and more determined to teach that girl how to behave. By the end of class I had come to a decision. If Lexie was ever going to learn I would have to throw caution to the wind and show her exactly what would happen to that pretty little body of hers if she didn't stop treating other people like trash.