Yes, Mistress(111)

By: NJ Cole

“It’s just after two,” I said and she relaxed some.

“Oh, it’s just hard to tell in here because there are no windows. I feel like I’ve slept a long time.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You have. It’s two pm.”

Again she was in a panic. “How could I have? What will work think?” She was looking around the room in a panic, perhaps for her clothing or her cell phone. Neither was permitted in the room.

“Please relax, butterfly. It seemed that you really needed your sleep, so I called us both in sick for the day.” Relief washed over her face.

“Oh, Oliver, I still can’t believe it’s been you all along. Now that I think about it, all those times at lunch, that was you on the seventh floor?” I nodded. “And under the table that one time?” I nodded again, unable to hide my grin. Her eyes went wide. “OH! And when I wore the butterflies under my shirt and you were staring. You did know.” I nodded again and laughed.

“You drove me insane that day. I wanted to just throw you on the table, tear your clothing from your body, and fuck you right then and there.”

Her cheeks tinged with pink as she looked at the bed. “I wouldn’t have let you. I mean, I would have let you, but not Oliver, because…you know, I only wanted my Sir.”

“I know,” I said, beaming at her. “You are such a good girl. I wish I could have told you sooner. I just couldn’t until you were collared. Do you know that you are the only submissive I’ve given a permanent collar to?”

My words were supposed to make her feel loved, special, but the way her body went rigid and the instant glassiness to her eyes let me know she was terribly upset and on the verge of tears. Perhaps she regretted accepting my collar. That thought made me feel like I’d eaten a boulder.

We had to talk—to make sure we were on the same page.

“Is something wrong butterfly?”

“No, Master.”

I sighed. She was keeping something from me so I called her on it. “You are lying. I’ll repeat the question, and this time I want the truth. Is something wrong, butterfly?”

Tears spilled from her eyes. “Yes, Master.”

It occurred to me for the first time that she might be hurt from last night. She’d appeared fine, but I had no idea how she was doing internally. “Are you hurt?”

She shook her head and I was relieved.

“Then tell me what is bothering you.”

“It would be disrespectful of me to talk about it, Master. And it’s silly anyway.”

As much as I wanted to know what she was thinking, forcing her to talk about it wouldn’t help, and it really wasn’t fair given the fact that we were clearly on an uneven playing field.

“Alright. We need to talk anyway. I will go and make breakfast. I’d like you to go use the shower and come join me in the kitchen. Do not keep me waiting long”

“Yes, Master,” she said, scooting to the edge of the bed and getting out. When her hair moved, I swore I saw the shadow of something on her back. Not wanting to cause her any more distress, I let her go. If all went well, I’d have plenty of time to check out her body later.