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I have to admit that your emails certainly spurred on this little imagination of mine – so you want to know what I was thinking I’ll tell you exactly how my little scene played out… (I’m sure you’ve realized by now that my imagination works in “scenes.)”

** Note this story has not been edited nor "massaged" as I like to call it to polish it up. Was just looking for some feedback. By the time you finish the story you'll note that I'm not a complete submissive - it will be apparent - I've got a small part of me that is a "switch" - when the mood hits me. The man in the story - isn't a submissive either - he is more Dom than Sub - but again we enjoy switching it up now and then - I wrote this story for him - to see what kind of reaction I would get. **

Tonight, being the horny slut that I am – I decide to have a little fun with you when you get off shift. In my scene, I have moved, you’re in the acting Sergeant Position (afternoons), and I know that you are on your way home.

I smile to myself, as I rub myself in the bathtub, the almost too hot water caressing my body - my fingers deftly slipping down between my full thighs – seeking out my swollen clit. My long red fingernail grazes it – causing my body to shiver in anticipation. “No,” I think to myself - shaking my head no – “no you’re not going to get yourself off – you are going to wait until Sergeant M gets home and then he can earn the right to cum by making you cum,” I think to myself. Yes, I smile – that coy little smile I get when I’m up to something – yes, tonight he’ll “earn” the right to cum.

After my bath, I towel myself off with a soft terry cloth bath towel – the material rubbing across my large brownish pink nipples making them harden. I’ve always appreciated how my body reacts to the little things. I nod in approval as I look down at the outfit that I’ve assembled for tonight’s little role play. Tonight, I’m going to be the Governess, oh, you’ll know it as soon as you step in the door. I’ve laid everything out methodically on the bed. I’ve decided on the black and grey pin stripe outfit with the attached garter straps – the one I know you’ll remember from the picture book I gave you last Christmas – the picture of the garter and the cuffs – you know the one. I reach down and stroke the material of the fishnets I’ve chosen for tonight – the ones I wore with the little school outfit – the outfit I wore when I first fucked that beautiful tight ass of yours. I’ve decided to pair them up with the 5 inch platform boots I bought last year – the ones with the ribbon up the side. I can’t help but laugh – a slightly devilish laugh – as I slip the grey pin stripe outfit over my head, and feel the fabric slide over my breasts as I pull it down – doing that little shimmy I do when I’m trying to get into lingerie. I sit on the edge of the bed, and take my time getting into my fishnets. I love how the fabric feels against my freshly shaven legs – and I struggle slightly with the garter clips because of my long manicured nails.

I pull on my boots and tug at the zipper – I love how the patent leather feels and shines – and how suitably sexy I feel – as they envelope my curvaceous calves. Now I wonder what Sergeant M will think of this outfit I think to myself… Lol, who am I kidding – I know exactly how fucking hard this little scene is going to make you. I’ve purposefully forgotten the panties tonight – as I walk over to my toy drawer and pull out my short riding crop, my leather paddle, a bottle of lube and my feeldoe. I know you’ve never been a fan of the crop and paddle but I do know it makes for dramatic effect and so I carry it out to the living room with me.

By this time my pussy is literally dripping with anticipation. I sit down on the edge of the nesting chair and spread my thighs wide. I can’t help myself at this point, the wait for your arrival is just taking too long and I plunge two fingers into my tight pink snatch, and start a long slow finger fuck. My hips pushing forward against my hand. I knew as I was dressing how excited I was getting at the thought of the evening to “cum.” (lol). My fingers thoroughly coated in my juices – I lift my fingers to my red lips – and rub the juice across them – my tongue running across my lips to get a taste.

I lift my feeldoe up – marvelling at the weight of it – and rub the bulbous head against my meaty cunt lips. I look down and watch intently the head glistens as I work it in and out slowly. I moan softly as the head pops in – the feeldoe now nestled firmly between my full thighs. I slide my bare ass back till I feel the back of the chair – I’m angled in such a way that you cannot miss the view as soon as you step in the door. I cross my boot clad legs – and the feeldoe juts up. Mmm, I muse to myself – he better not make me wait I think to myself – or I might just have to punish him – my eyes twinkle with devilish amusement – as my fingers caress the leather on my paddle and riding crop – which I’ve tucked up beside me.

I flip open the cap of my flavoured lube and poor a generous amount of the slick liquid onto my palm. I hold my hand up – to watch the oil drip down onto my hard cock. I watch intently as it slides down the shaft. My fingers instinctively wrap around it – and I start with long slow strokes…carefully, methodically rubbing the lube over its entire length. I’m almost lost in a trance like state – when I’m brought back to the present when I hear your key in the lock.

Its show time I think to myself – I put on my most devilish grin – and as you look up – I say “good evening Sergeant M, you’re late….”