Red wine, crimson lips

[lucy]

Should i tell her that i'm quite used to being stared at? That it doesn't bother me too much, to stand at the window naked? Well, that's not entirely true. It would bother me but for the fact that she's sitting on the sofa, watching me. And of course i'm just glad she's not inflicting any pain on me. I can stand the embarassment and humiliation much easier. In fact, those feelings are not unpleasant altogether, at least i feel myself getting aroused, to my surprise, i might add.
Then she starts to fire questions at me, which i answer dutifully.
I work in public relations, but do some freelancing journalism on the side and hope to get a job as a journalist sooner or later, yes, i live alone and no i don't have a roommate.
Then i inform her of a guy in the next building staring at me. He's gesticulating, but i don't get what it's all about. Then he's joined by two other guys. One disappears and when he comes back he carries a pair of binoculars. Great. I hear her chuckle.
The next question i honestly can't answer, i still don't know what made me go home with her the first evening. Maybe it was that she never even asked, just assumed i'll do what she wants me to do. Maybe it was because my unconsciousness decided for me, or even my pussy.
„Are you bi?“ is her next question. „No, i think i'm a hetero. Or at least i thought i am. I never had fantasies about being with a girl. But it was never out of the question either. I just never got to think about it, or never had the chance to try it out, i guess.“ Again, it sounds kinda lame, but i really never thought about being with another woman. I reckon i have to do a lot of thinking in the next time.
„Yes, Mistress, i like to eat your pussy. I would also like to be given the chance to lick you properly, without you sitting on my face.“
„Why?“ I feel her staring at me. „Because i want to please you myself. And i want to explore your pussy, learn how to pleasure you, satisfy you.“
„Uh huh, I see. Do you think I still regard you as my fucktoy?“
„I don't know, Charon. Honestly i don't know. But i think there's something else too, otherwise you'd have used me yesterday evening.“
The next question i cannot answer. What are my limits? About what? I don't have an idea what people do to each other in consensual BDSM relationships. So i just can't have limits, at least not yet.
No, i didn't enjoy the spanking. Not at all. What made me endure it and bear the pain was to show her how much i wanted to be with her, to be controlled by her. And no, i would prefer never to be spanked as hard again.
The last question is much easier, no, i haven't had breakfast yet, but before i can answer i tell her that there is an older guy staring at me too now.
„Do you have something you want to know from me?“
I think for a long time. There are a million questions, actually. But only two matter at the moment.
„I only have two questions. How should i adress you?“
„What do you think would be appropriate, Zoe?“
„Umm, Mistress, i think?“
„Yes, that's perfect. Why do you think you should adress me as Mistress?
"Because... i.. umm, because i'm your slave?"
"Exactly. You're my slave and therefore you adress me as Mistress. And the other question?“
„Why me?“