“Yes.” I whispered, squeezing her hand.
“If you really are, get undressed and put your collar back on.” She said. “I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re ready.”
She squeezed my hand back and kissed me on the cheek, and then left me alone.
I undressed, putting my clothes on one of the laundry room shelves, and then stepped into the shower and picked up my collar.
With a pounding heart I snapped it around my neck and then walked towards the kitchen.
Two steps outside the laundry room door however, I felt her hand on my shoulder and before I could respond a blindfold was wrapped around my head. It left me in total darkness, and I felt her snap the leash onto my collar.
“If you are really needy for this follow me and do as you are told…slut.” She whispered.
“Yes Mistress.” I said.
“And for tonight at least,” she told me, her breath hot against my ear, “you are going to be referred to as slut instead of girl. Because all day I’ve been in the mood to taste the wet snatch of a slut.”
“Yes Mistress.” I said, my belly tight with lustful anticipation.
I felt a tug on the leash and moved forward, realizing that she was just a few inches ahead of me.
I took short steps, and heard a door open and then she took my hand and placed it on a wooden railing.
“Hold onto the railing slut.” Mistress Isabella told me. “I’m right here with you.”
When we reached the bottom she pulled me several steps away from the stairs, and then pulled my hands over my head and placed them one at a time on a bar that felt like it was attached to the ceiling.
“Do not let go slut.” She told me. “Or you will hurt your wrists.”
I felt something close around each wrist, and realized I was fastened to the bar above me.
The hard and sudden smack of her hand against the tingling flesh of my bare ass rocked my whole body, and I struggled to hold onto the bar above me.
“Jesus fuck.” I moaned.
I felt the collar around my neck pull back behind me, causing me to stand a bit straighter.
“What?” asked Mistress Isabella. “What the fuck did you say slut?”
“Just that it felt good Mistress!” I said.
“That’s right slut.” She whispered in my ear. “You always address me as Mistress when you speak while wearing my collar. Right?”
“Yes Mistress.” I answered.
“As long as my slut understands my rules.” She continued. Her breath was hot against my ear. “Otherwise, we will stop.”
I felt her fingers slid along my thigh and I shuddered, taking in a deep breath as she tickled them across my swollen pussy lips.
“I think you’re ready for it.” She whispered. “Aren’t you slut?”
“Yes Mistress.” I said through clenched teeth. “I am. I’m ready for it. Please Mistress.”
“If you’re really ready we can move forward.” She said, licking my earlobe. “But if you’re just teasing me, I won’t really be satisfied, and you don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”
“I’m ready Mistress.” I promised. “I want it. I need it. I need it so fucking bad Mistress. Please let me have it Mistress.”
I felt her fingers suddenly pinch my nipple, and pain lanced through my chest and feverish lust exploded in my belly.