Mistress Mine

23- slave's POV

She only stayed at the barber's long enough to tell the man in charge what she wanted, and what she thought would look good, before saying that she would be back in an hour or so.

When she came back to pick me up, she looked pleased with the changes. Even coming closer to see the color in the light, and smiling appreciatively. Offering a compliment to the hairdresser before paying.

"I bought you a cellphone," she said as soon as we got into the car. And reaching to the backseat, she gave me the box, adding, "You may open it."

I did, it was the first time I had a shiny something of my own. And I was grateful for it. I wanted to show it, too. Show my gratitude, kneel and serve. I said, "Thank you, Mistress."

"I realize I've been ignoring you. Things are about to change. I haven't  used you to your full potential, and I plan to change that, now."

Her voice comes murmuring, like music to my ears. Is it what I think it is or am I readying too much in her words, hearing what I want her to say, translating.It in a way that fit the narrative in my head.

Her hand is on my thigh. No, I'm not reading too much into it. She isn't rubbing, nor moving at all, and it was gone after only a moment, as she turned the steering wheel. But it was there, and it was more than anything she's done before.

There was a brief pause at the door when we went inside, as she hung the jacket and looked to be waiting for something. I knelt beside her, extending my hands, nimble fingers worked the buckles of her sandals. The change in her body language was subtle, but clear to the eye that had been watching her very closely in the past few weeks.

She didn't go to her room. And instead, went to the living room. I followed her after shedding my own shoes quickly. She'd sat opposite the TV, but didn't turn it on. She was waiting for me. And following her eyes, I knelt closest to her. Her feet almost brushing the front of my knees. I wanted to move closer, still. But held on, refusing to let my agitation rule the scene. If it was to come, then it'll come with no unwelcome promoting for me. And so far, she hadn't cared about the way I've done things. If changes were to come, they'd be purely for her satisfaction, and with her taking the lead. Always.

I looked up, she bit her lower lip, only the slightest graze, I wanted to touch, be closer. She said, "I want you to tell me what she did to you. Your first owner. How she used you."

She's mentioned her before. This is the second time. Is it the file that's brought all these changes, what had Mistress Meridith put in there, I wondered. Then said, "She didn't give me much housework. My job started and ended at her bed, Mistress."

I searched her face. Is this what she was asking, was that what she wanted to hear. But her features remained impassive, I could read nothing, so I continued, "She liked my tongue best. More than my cock. I, well, she liked to be woken up by it, and sometimes she'd have me bring her orgasm multiple times before sleep."

There, a flash of emotion, one I couldn't read, still, but it was a break in the mask she's put on. I went on, "she taught me techniques I could use to make it better. Sometimes-"

How far am I to go, more details, or less. She was interested. I could tell that she was. I haven't seen her look at me that was since, since never. A hungry look in her eyes, I was close. Very close, "Sometimes we'd make a game of it. She'd make me hum to a song I know as I licked and sucked, It always-"

Her face was inches from mine, when had she become this close.

I was obedient to her deep kisses, moved as she moved, following her, trying to anticipate her needs before she realized she had those needs at all.

The grip she had on my hair was strong. And as she spread he thighs, I sat between them, it was clear what she was asking. I trailed kisses down her throat, and then went down. Wearing a skirt, all I had to do was bury my face under. Placing kisses on her sensitive inner thighs, I inched my tongue closer to the silk panties, using one finger to slide them down.

She shuddered as my tongue touched her clit, and I think I did, too.