lysergic
02-12-2009, 05:26 AM
I don’t remember much of the next hour. We got in a cab, I think, but I kind of blurred in and out of consciousness. We must have used a cab, because I do not remember riding a bus after the bar. I think I sort of phased back into coherency in your bathroom. I was wearing only the panties, then. You were shaking your head. “No, no, no, this won’t do. You still got too much hair.” You rubbed your hand along my thigh and my cock twitched against its cage. I looked at my feet and you slapped my face.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
“Sorry.”
“Sorry, what?” Your tone became more stern.
“Sorry, Ma’am.”
“Ma’am?” You slapped me twice on the cheek. “Do I look forty to you?”
“No, ma’a- miss, sorry miss.”
“Miss-? Miss what?” You slapped me again.
“Miss-tress, sorry mistress.”
“Good girl.” You kissed me on the cheek.
“Don’t call me that.” My face went warm and I looked down.
”Oh, you like it,” you leaned in, kissing me and then gave my bum a squeeze. “Stay here.” I slumped back out of consciousness, or maybe just drunkenly dozed. I woke again with cuffs on my wrists. You were pulling my hands up to an O-ring screwed into the ceiling. You must have zap-strapped the cuffs to the ring because I was soon hanging.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
“Sorry.”
“Sorry, what?” Your tone became more stern.
“Sorry, Ma’am.”
“Ma’am?” You slapped me twice on the cheek. “Do I look forty to you?”
“No, ma’a- miss, sorry miss.”
“Miss-? Miss what?” You slapped me again.
“Miss-tress, sorry mistress.”
“Good girl.” You kissed me on the cheek.
“Don’t call me that.” My face went warm and I looked down.
”Oh, you like it,” you leaned in, kissing me and then gave my bum a squeeze. “Stay here.” I slumped back out of consciousness, or maybe just drunkenly dozed. I woke again with cuffs on my wrists. You were pulling my hands up to an O-ring screwed into the ceiling. You must have zap-strapped the cuffs to the ring because I was soon hanging.