My short story creations....Alittle bit of everything

Room With A View...pt 1

A/N: Hey all, here's a new story i'm working on. warning it deals with a D/s relationship...read at your own risk.

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The day had finally come . I was so excited, totally caught by surprise when I

received a text from Sir telling me to ,"Be ready by 7p.m. "

He also added,"Be prepared to get wet."

What exactly did he mean by that I thought? I texted back, "Sir?"

He answered ,"No questions slut, just be ready as I've instructed."

I knew better than to push the subject, our schedules have been so hectic

finding the time to play has been very challenging. I guess I was just a little

nervous. I didn't want to keep him waiting so I quickly replied.

"Yes Sir,As you wish."

"Very good slut." And with that the conversation ended.

Looking at the clock I quickly calculated that I had approximately 2 hours to be

ready, and I hadn't even left work yet. So make that an hour and a half.

I watched the clock count down, only a few more minutes and I would be free to go. My mind was being flooded with all the possibilities that tonight held. Just the thought of spending time with Sir was exciting. Just us, no interruptions, getting to please him anyway he saw fit. Escaping the chaos of my everyday 9 to 5, to let go and enjoy the time I'll have tonight. My panties were getting damp just daydreaming about it.

My alarm beeped signifying that it was quitting time. I got up from my desk,

walking as fast I could without looking like a crazy person, and managed a few

goodbyes before making a mad dash to my car. Safely inside I start the engine

and begin my journey home. Thankfully there isn't much traffic so I make it home

in a decent time. Just as I was unlocking my front door my cellphone chimes

indicating I have a text.

indicating I have a text.

''No panties.''

Sometimes his text are so short, to the point, I already know there's no need

for me to ask him if he meant it. Sometimes I can feel his command through

text alone.

My heart begins to pound in my chest. Anything but that! My body has a mind of it's own when it comes to Sir. He can just simply say, "Hello slut," and my body is at immediate attention. I've never been alone in a room with him without panties until I was supposed to and even then, the slick wetness of my arousal was more than evident.

So I begin my ascent upstairs to start the shower and go to my room to pick out something to wear, minus the panties. I realize I don't know what to wear or still what we will be doing, well besides the obvious at some point, I hope,

sometimes it's not about the sex it's about the control and me opening my body and soul to him, allowing him to teach me the true art of letting go.

After spending a few minutes in my closet I decide to text him.