I am His

Part Twelve

Back in Martin's apartment, I pull out my laptop and sit on the couch and start writing. I felt like the frustration I was feeling heightened my creativity and made me egger to start a new story.

I really enjoyed writing crime stories, but I felt like it was time for a change in my work. I wanted to branch out of my comfort zone and write a romance. I had tried writing in a different genre's before like thrillers and fantasy stories, but I ended up getting bored and scraping the whole story.

Three hours later I had written 4 chapters and created some main storylines for the book.

I look at the time and it is half 5. I wanted to write another chapter, but I know if I don't start getting ready now then I defiantly won't be ready before 7. I needed a shower as well which meant washing and drying my hair.

I pull myself off of the couch and go into the bedroom. I take out my makeup bag and put it on the dresser. I pull my hairbrush out of my backpack and I brush my messy hair before I lay the black dress out on the bed and walk into the bathroom. I pull the clothes off of my body and leave them in a pile in the corner of the room.

I turn the shower on and begin rubbing shower gel all over my legs. There was a razor on the shelf where the shampoo and shower gel were kept. It was wrapped in a silver paper with a sticker on top with the name of the hotel on it. I throw the paper next to the shower gel and start shaving my legs. They weren't that hairy I just needed them to be silky smooth. I begin to think about shaving my vagina. Did I need too? I mean he had saw it that bad and it was slightly hairy, and he didn't seem to care that much. I decided to shave it off. I had wanted to see what it would look like hairless for a long time, so this seemed to be the perfect time to do so.

Shaving wasn't really that much of a big thing for me. I didn't really care about hair on my body unless you could really see it or if I was wearing a bikini. I had never shaved my vagina before because I didn't feel pressured into doing so. I naturally ignored beauty standards because I knew I didn't look like a model or an influencer on Instagram. Frankly, I didn't really want to either; it was all so fake and filtered and I really didn't like that for myself. I was shaving it for me. Not him.

Most girls do this when they are teenagers and I was there at 20 doing it for the first time. I look down at it and I start laughing. It was so strange looking at it being so bold. It was like I imagined it would look like; like a barbie without its clothes on.

I jump out of the shower and root though the draws to try and find some lotion for my shaved legs. In the top draw under the sink there was spare shower gels and bars of soap. I find the lotion in the back of the draw. It was in a black bottle with no writing on it. I pump some out onto my hands and start rubbing into my skin. It wasn't creamy it was like a clear jelly substance. It smelt like mint.

I walk back into the bedroom and sit at the dresser. I grab the brush from off of the top and brush out all of the tangles in my hair. I begin to feel my skin almost itch. I didn't know how to describe it, but it was like having pins and needles going up my legs. I grab the towel and whip the lotion off my legs because it wasn't drying, and it made me stink of peppermint.

I walk back into the living room with the towel still wrapped around me looking for my backpack so that I can get my hairdryer out of it. I notice that there is an iPod on the top of a speaker underneath the tv. I wanted to play some music, but I didn't know how to connect to the speaker. I decide to grab my laptop off of the coffee table and take it back into the room with me.

I open it and go onto my music and press shuffle.

Color - Finish Ticket

My music taste was a bit random to say the least. It was mainly indie music, but I also had some rock on there with some classics. I wouldn't class myself as the girl with the indie aesthetic, but I loved the music.

The time was now just going on six o'clock which means that I had an hour ish to make myself look amazing. I dry my hair and then reach into my bag again and grab my straighteners.

I didn't want to put my hair up like I always did. If we were going for a meal, then I wanted to look glamorous. This is the posh part of London where people come to watch theatre and drink cocktails. There wasn't a Wetherspoons for miles from here which meant that it was posh. I curl it to the best of my ability. I try and look back at all of the stupid influencer videos I would watch when I was bored of them getting ready for no reason. I find some bobby pins in the front zipper of my bag. There was about 10 there which was enough to keep the curls in while I did my makeup.

After putting on my base makeup I didn't know what to do with the rest of my face. I only had one eyeshadow pallet with me, and it was very neutral. But the there was some darker browns in there which I could use to make my eyes stand out.

I look back into the bag of makeup and find a red lipstick; I hadn't used it since Halloween. It was a bold red colour that didn't wash me out. I didn't end up wearing a lot of eye makeup. I just did some winged eyeliner and called it a day. The red colour was sure to stand out on my face. I put on the lippy and I feel powerful; all powerful women wear red lipstick, right?

I get up and look back at my laptop.

When The Sun Goes Down - Arctic Monkeys

The time was almost half six; I didn't need to rush anymore. I reach into my bag and pull out the contract that he gave me last night and jump onto the bed. There was a lot of pages in the contract. He wasn't kidding when he said this was something serious.

The first thing it said was for me to go on the internet and fill in a test and write down what my titles are on the paper. I pull my laptop over to me and open a Google page. I type in the web name into the search engine and a black page comes up

BDSM TEST

Your fucking kidding me right. If this to see how kinky I am? What the hell. I scroll down and start the test. There were 40 questions to answer that would reveal my titles to me.

Some of the questions on this site was just weird. One asked how I felt about being pissed on! Like hard no; not a fucking chance in hell. Was he into this kind of stuff. I hoped not.

I finish the test and my titles come up in percentages.

Little ------------------------------------------------ 100%

Submissive ----------------------------------- 99%

Brat -------------------------------------------------- 85%

Rope Bunny --------------------------------- 76%

What does all this shit mean? I have no idea what any of these titles say about me as a person. I open another page and search.

Definition of a little in BDSM

The search beings me to another dark site which gives all of the definitions of the titles. Basically, a little is someone who is almost considered child-like and enjoys not being his/her age. Sexually it meant that I like being treated like a princess and that I wanted to serve a daddy. Great. I know it turned me on calling him that, but I didn't know it would mean that much about me.

The title brat confused me the most. It basically meant that I liked being told what to do but I make the dominant work harder for it. Which seems true to me because I can be really stubborn. But how can this be a type of kink?

I glance back at the clock and it was 7:50. I realise that I have been laid on his bed wearing a wet towel around me for nearly half an hour.