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**Authors note: first time I’ve written ANYTHING in a loooooong while, criticism welcome just be kind <3

I spin around in my office chair and tap “shut down” on my work PC. It’s 5pm, time to go home. About time. I swear if Janet says anything to me before I walk away from my cubicle, I’m gonna go postal. It’s Friday, I want to go home.

Plus I have a date tonight.

Danny, my Dom, asked me to join him for dinner tonight. He said he left a box on our bed with what he wants me to wear to dinner tonight. It’s been a while since we’ve been able to have a night out like this, I’m very excited to see what he has picked for me to wear! Sir all the time picks the best clothing. And he usually picks some beautiful lingerie to match.

I shiver in excitement, grab my keys and coat, and rush to the door. I keep my eyes on the ground and slip past Janet, who is too busy conversing with Tom about who stole her mug in the break room. No one stole it, I sat it in the microwave just to drive her nuts. I was hoping it would keep her off my case a little longer this morning, and damn if it didn’t work!

I hope in my car and shiver from the cold icy air. I love winter, but not when I have to be out in it. Winter is only good when you get to warm up by a fire, wrapped in a thick blanket, sipping hot chocolate while someone eats you out. I shiver at the wondered. Sir didn’t make plans with me about what he wants to do, but a cuddle session by the fire doesn’t sound bad.

I crank the heat and rev the engine a few times, trying to get it warmed up. I only have a short commute home, but my work shoes are so thin I feel like ice is forming on my toes. Stupid platform, company professional shoe bull crap. Sir knows I hate heels like this, my boss however does not care what I hate.

I catch every light on my way home. At the first light I imagine his warm hands on me, warming me, snuggling me, making me feel cozy and safe. At the second light, I unzip my jacket as the car gets warmer. At the third light, I reach under my work skirt and touch at my thighs. At the third light, I stop myself, knowing damn well I will be punished if I touch my pussy. On date nights, Sir decides when I touch myself. Or if I don’t. At the fourth light, I think about the Hitachi he used on me last time we had a date night. My hands snake higher up my thighs.

Maybe a punishment is okay if I can just get a little…

The light changes to green.

I remove my hand and continue driving.

I dont hit another red light the rest of the way home. Divine intervention I suppose…

I unlock the front door and kick off my heels, it’s never felt so good for my soles to touch the cold hardwood floor. I put my jacket and bag away, lock the door, and rush into the bathroom. I turn on the warm water and check the time on my phone. 5:30pm. Sir will be here at 6:30pm. I don’t have time for a full bath, just a shower. I flip the switch so water falls from the head above. I unzip my pencil skirt and roll it off with a wiggle of my hips, unbutton the shirt and shrug it off, unhook my bra and toss it to the floor, and roll of my Spanx. God it feels so good, and so SO cold to be without all those layers.

I step under the warm flow of water and bask in the toastiness of it. It feels like heaven. I let my hair out of its clip and shake my head, letting my hair get soaked. I feel the water cascade down my back and warm my legs which had been exposed to the cold air just before. After a few minutes of just enjoying the warmth, I remember I need to finish and get ready. I get a dollop of rose shampoo in my hands and scrub it into my scalp, feeling all the stress fade away as I massage my scalp. Less than an hour until Sir is home, I get a nice warm dinner, and feel the loving touch of his warm hands.

As I rinse the suds out of my hair, my hand runs down my body to my pussy. I shiver and I graze my clit. I stop, pull my hand back up, and continue washing off. I know better. Sir will not be pleased if I do that. Then I decide I do not care. I let my fingers dive into the wetness between my legs, gently dancing at the edge of my clit and down my lips to my entrance. I swirl my finger around at the opening, feeling it give to the pressure. I imagine that my hand is Sirs hand, his thick fingers dipping into me, fingertips kissing the back of my pussy, bumping that spot that makes my toes curl. I reach for that spot and graze it, my feet curling upwards in response, a moan escaping my lips. I pull my fingers out and dance around my clit again, the same way Sir does when he’s teasing me. I know I cannot finish without his permission, but maybe he won’t know if I just play a little more.

Mt fingers dive back in swiftly, aided by the mix of water, shampoo, and my own natural lubricant. I gasp as my fingertips quickly make their way to the ridges in the back of my pussy. I stroke them gently, almost in the teasing way Sir does when he tries to make me beg. Out of instinct a “Please?” fumbles out of my mouth. My hands stop, my face gods red, I got a little too far into this. I need to hurry so I can get ready for him.

I step out if the shiwer and ring my hair out with a towel. Once most of the water is out, I wrap myself up and saunter to the bedroom. On my bed is a black box atop the duvet. I open it up, and on the top of the silk is a note.

Baby girl,
I want you to wear EVERYTHING in this box to dinner tonight. You’re gonna look so sexy dressed up for me. I cannot wait to use you.
-Sir

A shiver runs through me. I sit the note to the side and pull the items out of the box. First is a silky black dress. It looks bodycon, but looser than my work clothes. Below that is a brand new red lingerie set. The cups on the bra are lace and unlined, I’ll be able to feel the cold air right through them. The panties are cheekies, silk on the crotch and lace on the back. I love the texture already. I go to pick up the box and feel a rattle. There’s something else in the box. I dig through the paper shreds until I discover a velvet bag. Open up the bag and inside is a silicone, black, U shaped toy. I’ve seen this before. It’s a remote vibratory that sits on the clit. I sent this to him a few weeks ago.

Wear EVERYTHING in this box.

Yes sir.

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I receive a text. “I’m outside when you’re ready baby girl.” I get out of the dining room chair where I’ve been waiting pateintly and shrug on a jacket. I feel the toy between my legs, it’s bulky, but I’m sure it will be lovely once it gets switched on. I wonder when he will turn it on tonight.

I hope in his passenger seat and he smiles at me. “You look gorgeous baby girl, but I bet you will look better with that dress on the floor.” I shiver, and not from the cold this time.

“Yes Sir. Where are we going for dinner?” I ask quietly.

“A new little wine bar on the South side of town, I think you’re going to love it. It is very sexy.” He almost purrs the words at me. “Were you a good girl for me today?” I feel the guilt creep up on my face.

“Of course Sir.” I mumble.

“What was that baby girl?” He asked again, the car not moving yet.

“Yes I was a good girl today Sir.” I squeaked, trying not to show my guilt.

“Ohh baby girl, you touched yourself without permission didn’t you? I can read you like a book little girl, I know you’re lying. Tell me the truth.” He requested.

“Noo I’m a good girl!” I squeak in protest, hoping he will drop it. He grabs my chin and turns my head to face him, his fingertips pushing into my chin just enough for the pressure to start to pinch.

“Tell me the truth baby girl.” After a moment of locking his eyes defiantly, I look down.

“I touched myself in the shower thinking of you Sir, but I didn’t finish!! Didn’t even come close!” I say quickly, trying to show him I know when to stop. I hope he will be proud! He chuckles softly.

“Oh baby girl, you’re going to regret that.”

NSFW: yes

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