Legally Binding, Ch. 12

I woke up this morning on the first day of my new life, Sir. I only vaguely remembered noticing the pearly light of approaching dawn as I fell asleep in Your arms, and the clock on the nightstand, as well as slanting beams of sunlight coming through the window, showed that only a couple of hours had passed since then. I smiled, tired but blissfully content. I yawned and stretched like a cat, my body stiff in several places, my smile widening as I recalled why.

I turned, as quietly as possible so as not to disturb You. I just wanted to look at You, Sir, and maybe after a while wake You with a kiss.

But You weren’t there, Sir.

Tossing the covers aside (and blushing a deep red at the sight of the lengths of rope still attached to the bed) I got to my feet. You weren’t in the bathroom, which was a good thing because I had urgent need of it. Still naked, I padded on bare feet out to the stairs, thinking You might be making breakfast for us. I certainly hoped You were, Sir, as I was absolutely famished.

I listened, but all appeared to be silent downstairs. I walked to the bottom, listened again and called out softly, “Sir?”

No reply. I was alone in the house.

Well, I thought to myself, I might as well get dressed and maybe see if there’s any coffee. I looked in the corner next to the door for the grocery bag with my purse and all of my clothing.

Gone.

For some reason I found the situation completely undisturbing. You had had to go out and You had wanted to be sure I didn’t leave before You returned. And if that meant waiting for You, completely naked, for however long it might take, I was perfectly fine with that, Sir. Besides, I was so tired that the thought of going back to bed, even for a little while, was irresistible. So I wandered back upstairs and into Your bedroom. Where the first thing I noticed was my ‘Disobedient Slut’ panties, which had been hanging from one of the bedposts but had slid down during the night and were now partially trapped between the post and the mattress.

I am a fairly fastidious person, Sir, and under different circumstances I would have tossed any piece of clothing so thoroughly stained (and still, as I discovered to my mortification when I took them in my hand to lift them over the bedpost, exceedingly damp) into the laundry, if not the trash. But I thought – no, I knew, without even thinking about it – that it would please You to find me wearing them when You returned, Sir.

And I suspect that it won’t surprise You to learn, Sir, that before I put them on I held them to my nose and inhaled deeply. Or that I became instantly aroused once again as I did so. Or that I turned to face the full-length mirror on Your closed door and took my Standing Pose…but only after first stuffing my panties into my mouth.

Oh, Sir, seeing myself like that and, more importantly, imagining myself standing before You like that, seeing myself through Your eyes, made my pussy clench and I had to fight down an overwhelming urge to reach between my legs. But I did it, Sir. Then I removed the panties from my mouth and stepped into them…

Just as I heard a car pulling into the driveway. And strangely, I recognized the sound of the engine: it was my car.

I peeked through one of the narrow windows on either side of the front door and saw You getting out of my car. In one hand you were holding a number of clothes hangers, from which were hanging what I recognized as one of my blouses and one of my business suits.

It didn’t take me long to figure out what had happened: You had taken my clothing and purse and walked back to the parking lot of my office building. You’d used the keys in my purse to take my car and then – I assume after checking my driver’s license for my address – gone to my house to fetch some fresh clothing for me.

I couldn’t decide whether I was outraged by your presumption or touched by your thoughtfulness.

You reached back into the car and retrieved the same grocery bag from last night before shoving the door closed with your hip and began walking towards the front door, which I was standing directly behind, wearing nothing but those same nasty panties.

For a moment I panicked and turned to run back up the stairs and hide under the covers in Your bedroom.