When i get home she still hasn't called me. Almost two hours and many tears later i'm still lying on my bed, turning the terribly silent phone over in my hand. It dawns on me that she won't ever call me. She's the Mistress, i'm her slave, she's not coming to run after me. If i want to see her again, i'll probably have to crawl back to her. But i'm not ready to cave in yet. At ten p.m. i punch in the numbers of her phone but press 'cancel' before the first ring. Ten minutes later i find myself pressing my cellphone to my ear, praying that she will takethe call.
When she does i start babbling and apologizing until she cuts me off. Harshly she gives me the name of a bar and tells me if i'm not there in half an hour i'll better forget her.
I don't bother with fixing my makup, just jump into the heels, grab my coat and run out on the street to catch a cab.
Three minutes early i burst into the bar. She's sitting in the middle of the room, two guys are talking to her. I know it's a mistake what i'm about to do, but i don't care and walk up to her. Interrupting one of the guys i curtsy deep before here and with my head bowed i beg for her forgiveness. „Please, Mistress, i beg you to take me back. I'll be your slave and i'll do anything you ask of me. Please, give me another chance.“