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For the Love of Domination: Chapter 9
And So It Begins...
BPOV
I pulled into Alice´s driveway, feeling like I had just left Forks and the fuckery that was my Christmas 2009, only moments ago. Thank God for the Kings of Leon, they were a good distraction and had kept my mind off of things, enabling me to make it back to Seattle in one piece.
The fact that I´m sitting here, in front of Alice´s and not floating in a fucking river somewhere, is a testament to my resilience. How much more am I expected to take? When will enough be enough? I made Charlie promise not to kill Jake after I left; I just hoped that he would keep his word, although it would probably be the hardest thing he would ever have to do, I had faith in him.
Then again... he´d know exactly where to bury the body.
Might not be such a bad idea after all.
I chuckled humorlessly as I laid my head against the steering wheel, the thought of Charlie offing Jacob didn´t seem like a bad idea. Well, if I didn´t have a conscience, it wouldn´t be such a bad idea. I could never do that to Sue, Seth, and Leah´s... baby.
Ha! You thought I was going to say Leah!
Fuck that bitch and the broomstick she flew in on!
Pardon me, but that´s the way I feel, if it weren´t for the fact that she was carrying an innocent child... I would have ripped her to fucking shreds! Not because I wanted Jake, but just for being a stupid bitch in general.
I sat there just contemplating the cluster fuck that has now become my life; I let out an audible sigh. Is this what my life is destined to become? No! I would not believe that! This fucked up situation was not who I was supposed to be!
Unlike Renee, I wouldn't be flighty, always looking for the next best thing. It was beyond me how Phil had put up with her for so long; her crazy ideas and adventures, made her a bit much to handle sometimes. I had to applaud Phil though, he was the yin to her yang; they were an odd, yet functioning couple.
Charlie had even found his happily-ever-after with Sue. I couldn´t help the smile the crept up my face at the thought, he´d spent so much time mourning the loss of Renee, and their failed marriage; I was just happy to see him moving on and truly living life now.
Though they were all happy with their present day individual lives, I knew that they all had to start out differently, only to end up with their true soul mates. As much as Renee loved Phil and Charlie loved Sue, I knew that their children were the best parts of their previous marriages... even if Sue did give birth to the Spawn of Satan!
Hey... Seth is perfect.
You can´t win ´em all.
Somehow now in their new relationships, they just worked... perfectly. Honestly, I was a little bit jealous that I didn´t have that. That perfect connection with someone... my someone. Someone who knew what I needed before I even asked. That´s what I wanted... well, maybe throw in a few whips and crops... and that's what I wanted. I craved it.
They say, ´how you start the New Year is how you´ll end it´, so I was going to do my damnedest to leave all the shit of the previous year behind me, and start this one off with a fucking bang!
I unhooked my poor doggie from his car seat and placed him on the driveway. He was anxious for a much needed bathroom break. If I didn't know any better, I could have sworn he gave me a look that said, ¨it´s about time bitch¨, rolled his eyes and strutted toward the grass.
What the fuck?
Even my fucking dog is giving me the stink eye!
I knew that he would miss Seth just as much as I did, the two had become inseparable during our short time in Forks, but there was no way that I could have stayed another night in that house, not with that sick bastard staying there too; I didn´t want to force Sue into the awkward position of having to choose sides. It had been 5 years since she´d seen Leah, and she deserved that time with her daughter... even if said daughter didn´t deserve it.
I watched with rapt attention as my dog did his own personal version of ´the potty dance´, for some reason he had this little ritual every time he did number two. Hey, I say go for it. It always seemed to work for him, who am I to judge. I just waited patiently with my plastic bag clad hand, ready to scoop up the mess.
What?
I´m a fucking responsible dog owner!
Sue me!
Once that was taken care of I opted to forgo unpacking the car and Mojo and I headed inside, thus encountering... the package. As much as I tried to put it out of my mind, there it was... taunting me, like you would a fat kid with cake.
The package.
It was right where Alice said it would be, pulling me in and calling my name, all at the same time.
I couldn´t stop my feet from moving; it was as if I´d lost the ability to control my own body. With my fists clenched so tight at my sides that my knuckles were turning white, I stared at the inoffensive looking yellow envelope.
The voice screaming in my head broke me from the trance I was in. ¨What the fuck are you waiting for? Call him!¨
I shook my head in response to no one, but I just couldn´t bring myself to touch it. I felt like something bad would happen if I moved and actually acknowledged its existence. ¨I can´t believe your stalling! I thought this is what we wanted... what we´ve been waiting for!¨
It was becoming harder and harder to ignore the voice that was screaming at me from inside my head. Talk about being careful what you wish for. I didn´t have a fucking clue as to what I should do next.
I don´t know... open the fucking package maybe.
Huh... why didn´t I think of that…
Do you really want me to answer that?
Shaking my head, I tried desperately to regain my bearings; I could feel the beginnings of a panic attack on the horizon and I had to get my shit together and fast. I decided that maybe a nice Cape Cod would help the outspoken bitch bouncing around in my head settle down.
I moaned as the cool liquid ran down my throat, it was just want I needed to calm my frazzled nerves. The mixture of the sweet cranberry juice and Kettle One Vodka was just what the doctor ordered. Emptying my glass sooner than should have been possible, I decided to have another before I opened the envelope.
_FtLoD_
Mojo and I sat in companionable silence as I sipped my second drink, while stroking his little head softly. He burrowed deeper into my lap; enjoying the attention I was lavishing him with. I loved my dog, he was my baby; it didn´t help matters that he thought he was human as well.
No longer able to put it off, I reached for the package that had been taunting me for the last half hour. My hands trembled slightly as I lifted the metal tabs keeping the envelope closed.
Painstakingly slow, I slipped my hand in the now opened envelope, with slight trepidation. If you didn´t know any better, you would´ve thought someone sent me a poisonous snake or something. I could feel the light sheen of sweat glazing my forehead.
Oh for God´s sake!
Would you stop with the fucking dramatics!
It´s just a fucking envelope for crying out loud!
You act like it´s laced with Anthrax or something!
Giving up and waving the white flag, I decided to just ´pull the band-aid off´, secretly hoping it would put an end to the war raging inside my head. Between my building anxiety, nervousness, and the internal bitching... I was developing a migraine.
Or it could be all the alcohol you´re consuming.
Drink much?
Ignoring my internal bitch, I dumped the contents in my lap, startling my poor sleeping dog. ¨Sorry little guy,¨ I whispered in apology. I placed him on his favorite blanket on the other end of the couch, thinking he would be much safer there. Just in case this message self-destructed or something else crazy like that happened.
I laughed at my own craziness as I inspected the items: one Blackberry cell phone and a note. Ooookay... these were interesting items, I almost felt like I was on some fucking secret mission. The alcohol was starting to take effect and I could feel myself loosening up a bit.
I powered up the cell and checked to see if there were any numbers stored in the phone book. Well, that was my initial intention; it actually took me a minute to figure that little fucker out.
God I love my iPhone.
Apple just makes this shit so much easier.
After a bit of tinkering, I had the basics down and searched for the phone book. Bingo! My breath hitched as I read the name of the one and only contact.
Sir...
I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs. Oh the things I could imagine him doing to me. I groaned and squeezed my thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the building pressure.
What are you waiting for?
Make the damn call already!
Impatient much... bitch!
I picked up the folded white sheet of non-descriptive paper and was met with Alice´s elegant script.
Hey Belly,
Hope you had a good Christmas with Charlie and the new family. Seth sounds like a real cutie pie and I can´t wait to meet him in person. I can barely contain my excitement enough to write this letter; okay this may or may not be my third try, but who´s counting! :)
It´s kind of hard to write when you´re bouncing around like a kid hyped up on sugar. :P
He... Sir that is... happens to be anxiously awaiting his new little pet´s phone call. ;)
I just know that you two would be perfect for each other! And yes, before you say it, I am psychic! When are you going to learn to never doubt me! Lol!
Seriously B, please don´t over think this, just follow your instincts and let it just happen. You´ll be surprised to know how easy things will flow if you just go with it. I love you so much and I can´t wait to hear alllllll about it when I get home.
Now pay close attention, I´ve given you a few pointers that will be helpful to a first timer. I´ve been a submissive for quite some time now and though each Dominant is different, there are some things that are standard across the board, some ´when in doubts´ as I like to call them. Just follow these simple instructions and you should be fine. Basically, listen to your instincts and trust your gut... hone in to those mad lawyer skill. :)
He knows that you´re inexperienced, but there´s no reason why you can´t knock his socks off with what little you do know. It will only strengthen his curiosity and desire to meet you.
So, first things first... stay the hell out of my damn Kettle One! :)
Take a deep breath, put your big girl panties on, or... maybe take them off in this case and make the call.
You have nothing to lose and so much to gain.
I love ya,
C ya tomorrow
Alicat ;)
Helpful hints:
Only answer if you´re asked a direct question.
A lot of Doms like for you to speak in the third person, don´t be surprised if he requires you to do so.
When in doubt... DON´T SPEAK!
Don´t hold back let yourself go, and give in to what you both want, trust me the rewards can be O-MAZING!
P.S. Your identities are and will remain a secret unless you both decided mutually to enter into an agreement, so promise me that you will enjoy yourself. Leave your inhibitions behind and just feel... remember... I´ve been privy to your dirty little nocturnal mind.
So you don´t fool me, little Miss Innocence.
Lol
You are so blushing right now!
xoxo
I must have read and reread Alice´s note at least thirty times before I gulped down the last of my liquid courage and hit the send button. I waited not so patiently for him to pick-up, all the while my foot tapped nervous rhythm and my finger remained hovering over the end button... you know... just in case.
There were no words to describe what happened next, as I was thrust into the realm of the unknown. My heart was pounding furiously in my chest as I waited for him to acknowledge me. I was getting wetter with each moment that passed, but continued to be met with silence.
2 minutes...
Hmm... okay, I looked at the screen to make sure the call hadn´t been disconnected.
Nope, still there...
6 minutes?
Should I say something? My mind was spinning like crazy, but the increasing dampness between my legs, was evidence of me enjoying this little standoff of sorts. I´m thoroughly confused; maybe I should say, ¨hello¨ again.
No!
I don´t think that´s such a good idea.
Alice´s words rang through my head, ´when in doubt... DON´T SPEAK!´ I was beginning to regret making the call, but I´d be lying if I said, I wasn´t wetter than I´ve ever remembered being in my entire life. I could feel myself yielding control to him; and it scared the living shit out of me, but in an exciting way... if that makes any sense.
After what seemed like hours, but in reality it was mere minutes... he spoke. His voice sounded like soft velvet, it just wrapped around me, pulling me into his waiting web control; of which I was more than willing to go... no questions asked.
Just like Alice warned, he ordered me to speak in third person, never had I been more thankful for all the research and reading I had done on all things BDSM in my life. I was easily able to slip into a submissive role and give him what he wanted, to my surprise he reciprocated graciously. It felt so natural for me to do so.
The way he spoke to me with such authority and finesse, it caused reactions in me that I had only previously dreamed of; I couldn´t explain it, but my body reacted to the sound of his voice as if it had known him forever and was created solely for his service.
Weird, I know, but it was the God´s honest truth.
Dare I get ahead of myself, but... it was almost as if we were made for each other. Two parts of the same whole! I´d only felt that way about one other person. I always dreamed that he would make me whole.
Don´t go there!
Keep it in the here and now!
This is what you want!
What we NEED!
The voice was right, so that´s exactly what I did. I put all thoughts of unrequited crushes and fucked up marriages and anything else that would keep me from enjoying the moment out of my mind, and let his beautiful hypnotic voice suck me in the sexual vortex that he created.
Caught up in my lust induced haze, I found myself being ordered to palm my pussy, as I did so in wild abandon; I found myself practically dry humping Alice´s $6,000 leather sofa, with my dog lying on the other end eyeballing me skeptically.
The logical more reserved part of me was completely appalled at my actions, but my inner slut had taken over, tying up Miss Logical up with bondage rope and tossing her into the far corner of my mind. She was determined to shine; she was more than eager to please Sir that is until he put an abrupt stop to our pleasure.
What the fuck!
¨Nooo!¨ I screamed in my head; I knew enough to know that voicing my displeasure would not only be a sign of disrespect, but also have this conversation ending one way – badly.
I was preparing myself to grovel and beg – like the wanton slut I was – to be allowed to cum, but before I could form a coherent sentence, he continued with my instructions. I listened in a daze as he spoke authoritatively, leaving no room to have his orders contested before abruptly disconnecting the call.
Fuck!
What just happened?
I sat there dumbfounded, unable to tear my eyes away from the phone that had long since been disconnected. It took me a few minutes for my brain to catch up to my body and get my ass in motion. I had stupidly wasted 5 of the 15 minutes he so graciously had given me to be prepared and waiting for him.
I hurriedly gulped down another shot of Kettle One, turned on the TV for Mojo and scurried off to my room.
15 minutes later...
Still waiting...
I could feel my arousal pooling between my opened legs and I was going crazy with need. My heart rate was climbing and I could feel my most vital organ pumping furiously with each second that past.
Thump, thump, thump...
I swear there was a direct line running from my pussy to my heart, because each furious beat brought with a fresh round of moisture between my legs.
20 minutes...
Still nothing...
Now I know how a death row inmate feels.
The thought of whatever he had in store for me was causing me to pant like I´d been running a marathon. When the phone rang I was startled out of my musings, but for reasons I couldn´t even begin to explain, I didn´t hesitate to pick-up. Oh you can explain them, you just choose not to. Answering that phone call, I knew then, my life would never be the same.
This man owned me.
I unknowingly had given myself over to him, and wanted nothing more but for him to guide me through the realm of the unknown.
I´d learned during that first – albeit brief, but intense – phone that he could lead me anywhere... and I´d gladly follow.
I couldn´t explain the trust I so easily placed in him. I couldn´t explain why he felt so familiar to me. I didn´t spend that much time with Alice in Seattle, so there was no chance we had ever met during one of my previous trips, but I felt like I´d known him all my life.
Could Alice be right?
Was he the one for me?
_FtLoD_
I awoke with a start, feeling like I´d been asleep for days; I stretched my aching muscles and realized I was as naked as the day I was born. Suddenly, realization hit and my entire body heated with my blush.
As I lightly ran my fingers across my now highly sensitive breast, I hissed at the contact. Their extreme tenderness was no surprise to me. I´m immediately assaulted by the memories my mind is recalling so vividly.
Never in my wildest dreams – and there had been some pretty wild ones – did I think someone could make me feel that way.
Someone other than... him!
I took a moment to just enjoy the instant replay my mind was giving me. The way he commanded my body and the way it so willingly obeyed said command felt amazing. His voice felt so familiar to me, I couldn´t help but trust and obey his every demand.
At first I felt shy and vulnerable, reluctant to let go, but he was able to unleash a raw desire in me that I never knew existed. I so wanted to give in to that desire – mind, body, and soul.
Hopefully, he would be just the distraction I would need to get over the stupid teenage crush I´d been harboring for Edward Cullen. I prayed Alice was right, and that we were perfect for each other.
Of course she´s right.
When have you ever known the pixie to be wrong?
I didn´t have time to let doubt take root and plant itself in my mind, because the fact that I´d fallen asleep on him sent me into a state of panic.
God... what if that was against his rules? What if he was angry that I didn´t say a proper goodbye? Does he still want to play with me?
God!
I was driving myself crazy with all the ´what ifs´ that were swimming around in my head.
Should I call him back?
Looking at the clock on the bedside table, I knew that that wasn´t an option seeing how it was a quarter to four in the morning. I was on the verge of hyperventilating and I didn´t know what to do.
I needed Alice, but there was no way that I could call her at this time of the morning.
Well I could, but I wouldn´t.
Emergency or not, I knew she wouldn´t mind, but I just couldn´t bring myself to disturb her and Jasper´s time together.
Feeling like a complete idiot for not thinking of it sooner I decided that I would send Sir a text apologizing for my mishap. I just hoped it would be enough to keep him interested in meeting me, because after tonight... I definitely wanted to meet him.
I rolled over on to my side, wincing at the slight discomfort I felt between my legs.
Call me a masochist, but I couldn´t help the smile that nearly split my face in two; I had something to remember him by. A tiny bit of discomfort meant nothing if helped to confirm that the best night of my entire life was real.
I tapped the rolling ball below the screen and noticed when the phone came to life that I had a text message. My fingers trembled slightly as I opened the tiny envelope fearing what could be written inside.
When I read the message from Sir, I let out a breath that I didn´t even realize I was holding.
He still wanted me!
He said he couldn´t wait until our next phone call!
He said I fucking pleased him!
I was fucking giddy with relief, it didn´t matter that he had mentioned my ´sleep talking´. I couldn´t have said anything too bad; he still wanted to talk to me. I had to fight to keep from jumping up and fist pumping and dancing around the room.
Yeah, my tits bobbing and bouncing everywhere... not quite the workout I´m looking for.
I quickly typed a reply, slipped on a t-shirt, not bothering with panties; I headed into the family room in search of my neglected dog.
Mojo was never far from my sight when we were at home alone, least of all left to his own devices, while I had the most amazing phone sex of my life. I thought that it would be less awkward if I left him in the family room to watch some of his favorite Disney shows. I just didn´t feel comfortable with having him in the room while I talked to Sir; I would have to make it up to him tomorrow.
I found the poor little guy curled up in a ball on the couch were I´d left him a few hours ago. Boy Meets World was playing quietly on the TV in the background.
Yeah, can somebody tell me again, why the hell they named that child Topanga?
Wouldn´t Tropicana have been much easier to remember, not to mention, made more sense?
I looked over at my baby to see that he´d burrowed deeper into his blanket trying to stay warm. I was immediately hit by a wave of guilt... the poor little guy was freezing his little nuts off.
¨Oh baby, mommy is so sorry,¨ I cooed into his ear, while rubbing his back in soothing circles.
His response was a low growl that sounded a bit angry. He cracked one eye open and looked at me. I could tell by ´the bitch please´ brow that he was giving me; I had a lot of groveling to do. Sorry was simply not going to cut it this time.
Yes people, I will grovel.
The dog has me wrapped around his little paw.
What can I say!
I´m his bitch!
I padded down the hall with my poor neglected dog in my arms to our bedroom; I dressed him in a pair of warm pajamas before readying myself for bed.
Although Sir suggested I take a soak in a warm bath, I just couldn´t bring myself to soak away the mild discomfort I was still experiencing.
Yeah... sick I know.
The thought of my tender nipples and the tingle that was still present between my legs made me feel like I was on some level still pleasing Sir by allowing them to remain.
Call me crazy, but my new, New Year's resolution, was to do nothing but please and make him happy.
I crawled into bed with Mojo, happier and more optimistic than I´ve ever remembered feeling in my life. I snuggled deeper into my pillow thinking that this was finally it; I was finally going to get my wish. My plan to start the New Year off with a bang was slowly coming together.
That night my dreams were filled with velvet domineering voices, lustful promises and hot as fuck phone sex. Needless to say, my subconscious had plenty new material to work with.
_FtLoD_
It felt like I´d just fallen asleep, when I was awakened by my worst nightmare. The Tasmanian Devil in the form of Mary Alice Cullen was pouncing childishly on my sleeping form. She was talking a mile a minute and everything seemed to be running together.
¨What the fuck Ali?¨ I questioned groggily wiping the sleep from my eyes.
¨Bella,¨ she said in a singsong voice, ¨tell me everything!¨
¨Everything about what?¨ I asked feigning stupid knowing exactly what she wanted to hear.
¨Don´t fuck with me,¨ she warned teasingly. ¨What happened? Did you talk to Sir?¨
Alice,¨ I groaned.
¨How was it? Where you nervous?¨ She continued on as if I hadn´t spoken a word.
¨Alice,¨ I tried again.
¨Did you have to speak in third person? Was he-¨ she was so far gone, it was all I could do to get her to shut up.
¨Aliceeeeeeeee!¨ I yelled causing my poor dog to fall off the bed in shock.
¨What?¨ she asked incredulously.
¨Would you please give me a fucking minute to wake up?¨ I exclaimed in exasperation. ¨God, I can´t get a fucking word in edgewise!¨
Shit!
Now you´ve done it!
I watched as Alice´s face fell in slow motion and I instantly felt like shit. I knew she would want all the details of my phone call with Sir, but I was overwhelmed by her exuberance – so early in the morning.
Yeah, but did you have to yell at her!
Look at her!
You hurt her fucking feelings!
She just wants to help!
Fuck!
Don´t hold back on my account, why don´t you just tell me how you really feel!
As if I didn´t feel bad enough, the bitch in my head was sipping on a steaming cup of coffee and putting her two cents in... yeah, such a fucking buzz kill that one! I quickly attempted to apologize, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt my best friend´s feelings.
Fuck... especially not now...
Right now... I needed her more than ever.
¨I´m sorry Al,¨ I said, ¨I was just trying to get you to slow down, it was all getting a bit overwhelming.¨
¨No I´m sorry Belly,¨ she responded calmly, ¨I just got carried away; I know how bad you want this.¨
¨Well to put your mind at ease,¨ I teased, hinting at a confession, but leaving it there.
¨What Bella?¨ she chastised, ¨I´m dying here, tell what happened!¨
Once I killed the sleep dragon that was currently taking up residence in my mouth and washed my face, I sat at the breakfast nook sipping a steaming cup of coffee with a much needed plate of delicious bacon and eggs – I hadn´t realized that I was starving – and I replayed an edited version of last night´s phone conversation to Alice.
Let´s just say the screech of happiness she let out shattered a few of her expensive crystal wine flutes. I personally needed to get a quote on a miracle ear, because my fucking eardrums ruptured and were bleeding profusely.
Got to love the pixie.
After spilling my guts, I was whisked away to do some much needed shopping... or so Alice deemed. Personally, I didn´t see the point if I was going to just end up naked anyway.
Hmm... naked! My inner slut began rubbing her pussy.
How did Lizzie McGuire put up with this shit?
Trying not to appear to have lost my mind, I tried my best to block out the bitch that was now fondling her breasts and rubbing her clit in my head, and focused my attention on Alice.
She was my mentor, so I wasn´t about to argue. She was like a fucking Drill Sergeant though! Barking orders left and right, flitting from one place to the next.
Presently, I´m being tortured in a dressing room of an out of the way, super exclusive fetish and lingerie shop. ¨Ali,¨ I whined, ¨tell me again why I have to keep trying this shit on?¨
We had been going at it non-stop since 10 a.m. this morning and it was now a quarter past one; I was hungry and pissed.
What?
My big intestines are currently having my fucking little intestines for an appetizer!
Can you blame me?
I get fucking homicidal when I´m hungry!
¨Bella,¨ Alice snapped. ¨Everything needs to be perfect for Saturday, now stop your bitching and get out here!¨
Oh yeah, did I mention that as luck would have it, Sir is free for our test scene this Saturday. So, I might be currently shitting myself, my nerves are getting the fucking best of me.
My inner slut has been trying on sexy Agent Provocateur lingerie since Alice gave us the news, but my more conservative side is currently cowering in a corner with a ball gag in her mouth, deathly afraid of the unknown.
I guess it´s true what Miley says, ¨you get the best of both worlds.¨
¨Is it on yet? Let me see,¨ Alice squealed from outside of the dressing room. She was flying high since these were some of her designs – membership has its fucking privileges. This was just another of the secrets that had been kept between us, apparently Alice was highly sought after her hot designer kinky and fetish wear.
¨Just a second,¨ I muttered, struggling to get my feet into the death traps that Alice was forcing me to wear. After a bit of huffing and puffing, I finally emerged from the dressing room.
I stood there bowing my head and hiding behind the thick curtain of my hair, chewing on my bottom lip; I was nervous about Alice´s reaction to what I was wearing. I wasn´t as confident as I should have been in my appearance, which made me a little uncomfortable; I could feel the blush rising up my face.
Alice was sitting there with Mojo in her lap, like the queen of fucking England sipping on a Mimosa. She was barking orders to the shop attendants like she fucking owned the place... well she does, at least 75% of it anyway. ¨Oh. My. God.¨ she squealed, startling my poor little dog who was busy gnawing on his little bone. ¨Bella you look so fucking hot! If I wasn´t with Jasper, I would so do your ass!¨
Yeah, not the fucking reaction I was looking for, but hey... it´s doable.
I´ll take a side of Alice to go please.
Just as I was about to make some witty remark my special phone buzzed. I nearly face planted when I tripped over Mojo´s fucking doggie bag trying to get to my purse. Let´s just say it was not one of my finer moments!
Fucking doggie bag!
How many times have I told him to keep his shit out of the middle of the floor!
Okay, so I maybe reaching a bit, but fuck, I was nervous!
I had to blame it on somebody!
I managed to finally reach my bag – with a minimal amount of grace mind you – and without breaking my neck, thank God. I didn´t even acknowledge Alice´s snide remarks as I headed directly into the tiny dressing room clicking the lock on the door behind me.
Even though I owe all of this – whatever it is – to Alice, I just felt like I needed to read his message in private. I took a deep breath as I clicked on the blinking envelope.
Pet~ I trust my pussycat is doing well and my naughty girl remembers my rules – NO TOUCHING pet! I´ve been thinking of you all day. I hope you can still feel me! ;) I´ve spoken with Mistress Rose and you are to be kneeling... head bowed... hands clasped behind your back... in the middle of her playroom promptly at 8:00 p.m. tonight. DON´T BE LATE! I´d hate to have her punish you, but then again, I might enjoy knowing that the sting left on that sweet ass of yours will remind you to whom you belong. Fuck! I´m hard now! What are you going to do about it? ~Sir
Not really knowing what to say, I decided to just go with the obvious.
Sir~ I wish I was there to help you with your... um... situation Sir. :( I would love nothing more than to take care of that for you! :P ~Pet
No sooner than I hit the send button, my phone was buzzing with an incoming text.
Pet~ NOT GOOD ENOUGH! I thought we got past all the shy and awkwardness bullshit last night? Think creatively pussycat... I know you can do better than that! Where´s that naughty little slut that came so hard she fell asleep on me last night! Maybe I´ve made a mistake and you´re not quite ready to be WHAT I NEED! ~Sir
Upon seeing his response to my message my throat begin to close and I felt like I was going to pass out.
This can't be happening.
I sat there in a daze clawing at my throat in an effort to regain my breath. I just stared at the screen that had long since gone black, while my heart was raced in an effort to keep me alive. I was afraid it would leap right out of my chest. I could also feel the familiar burn in the bit of my stomach along with wetness pooling between my legs.
How could the fact that he was possibly alluding to my inadequacy still be turning me on?
The effect this man has on me was otherworldly and I had yet to meet him in person. Already he had me twisted in fucking knots! I squeezed my thighs together, desperately needing some type of relief. I hope that doesn´t go against his no touching rule. My mind was at a loss. What the fuck do I do now?
I don´t fucking know how to be seductive!
¨Think Bella... think outside the box,¨ I chastised myself sternly. I sat on the short bench running along the wall in the spacious dressing room, trying not to succumb to defeat.
´Let go and live a little for once,´ Alice´s words rang in my head and I willed myself to give over to her advice; it was just so hard for me to let mind was headed into sensory overload, as I tried to figure out what to do.
Instinct told me to just open the fucking door and ask for Alice what to do, but the stubborn bitch in me is too full of pride to open the fucking door.
Well you better not fuck this up!
I suggest you come up with something and fast!
If I didn´t get my shit together and fast I would be heading into full panic mode. When Alice yelled at me from outside the dressing room, it snapped me back to the present. ¨Bella, what do you think,¨ she asked ¨are we going with that one?¨
I took a moment to study my reflection in the floor length mirror. I did look pretty fucking hot, if I say so myself! I was dressed in a short as fuck pleated leather mini skirt decorated with silver studs and two zippers running down the front, a matching leather top that was sleeveless with a large oval shaped opening from the base of my neck to just above my sternum. Two zippers adorned the top as well.
The high heeled sandals that Alice had forced me into, just made me that much more fuck-a-licious! They were black with straps that came up to just below my kneecaps, making my legs look super long. Satisfied with what I saw, I decided that this would be the perfect outfit to make my club debut in.
Sir would never know what hit him!
And that's when it hits me. If he wanted a slut, then that s what I would give him. I took a second to throw an ¨I´ll take it¨, in reference to the outfit, over my shoulder at Alice. Then I began peeling the leather material from my body seductively, watching myself in the mirror the whole time.
A little practice never hurt anyone.
Before my nerves could get the best of me, I took my right leg and prop it up on the tiny bench running along the wall, my thong was visibly drenched and I couldn´t find it in myself to be embarrassed. I wanted him to know just how much he was affecting me.
The first picture was of the large wet spot glistening on my crotch.
Sir~ Your girl hopes that this will makes up for my previous lack of creativity! I´m soooo wet with anticipation! ~Pet
I waited patiently for his reply. Never one to disappoint, Sir's response was immediate.
Pet~ Fuck pussycat! That's my nasty girl! I need just a little bit more... it might help if you remove those offending panties. Better yet... you are to remain without undergarments for the remainder of the week. ~Sir
Now I´m hyperventilating, this man was going to be the death of me. I could feel another rush of juices coating my already drenched thong.
I made quick work of removing my undergarments and retrieved the Blackberry. I couldn´t believe I was actually texting pictures of my hoo-hah to a complete fucking stranger!
Hopefully, he won´t be a stranger for long.
Me personally, I´m hoping that he and the hoo-hah will become best friends.
That makes two of us.
I took the second picture of my now nude pussy taking great care in spreading the lips, so he could get a clear view, and hit the send button. I hoped he was pleased with what he saw.
Sir~ your girl is now dripping wet, but has done as you requested. No panties, no bra! Saturday can´t get here fast enough! Dripping with anticipation! ~Pet
¨Bella could you stop having phone sex and hurry up!¨ Alice yelled from somewhere outside the dressing room. ¨I need to go by the boutique and I would like to eat sometime today!¨
Now she´s hungry.
For someone so tiny, she sure can be a bossy little pixie.
I felt my cheeks flame up with the thought of Alice knowing what I´d been up to; I seriously considered hiding out in the tiny dressing room forever, or at least until she gave up and left the store, but such was the nature of my situation.
I dressed quickly and gathered my things – panties and bra now tucked away safely in my purse – and headed out to the register. As I took the retched walk of shame, I was hoping Alice wouldn´t comment about my now obviously aroused and very visible nipples.
I was also trying not to obsess over the fact that Sir had yet to respond to my message, of course that was doing nothing for arousal that seemed to be flooding my pussy like a waterfall.
I was climbing into Alice´s ostentatious canary yellow Porsche with an insane number of bags, when my phone buzzed. I settled Mojo and myself into the car and buckled my seat belt, before retrieving the Blackberry from the inside pocket of my purse. I quickly click on the message icon.
Pet~ Sorry to keep you waiting... I seemed to have made a mess! ~Sir
I scrolled down and almost choked on my saliva!
There in fucking Technicolor was the sexist pair of fuck-tab-ulous abs I´d ever laid eyes on. The glistening puddle of cum beautifying said abs did nothing for the burning ache between my legs. My throat went dry and all I could think about was running my tongue along his beautifully sculpted abdomen, cleaning off his seed in the process.
I was definitely in danger of spontaneous combustion!
I was so caught up in the beautiful sight before me that I´d forgotten all about Alice and my poor dog. ¨Breath Bella,¨ Alice chuckled.
As if on cue, my entire faced burned with the heat of my flaming blush and I slammed the phone into my chest, hoping she hadn´t seen the picture.
I was so fucking embarrassed!
I hadn´t even noticed that we´d made it to the restaurant. ¨Come on my little closet slut, we can talk about this over lunch.¨ With that Alice clambered out of the car and headed inside Applebee´s restaurant, leaving me dumbfounded and trailing behind.
_FtLoD_
Lunch was for a lack of better words... productive. Alice and I took the time to strategize and go over what I was and was not willing to do or have done to me during my test scene.
Well, that was after she grilled me about my little texting rendezvous from earlier. I managed to acquiesce her bout of nosiness, with just the bare minimums and without divulging the little tidbit about my impromptu photo shoot.
Yeah... something's are better left unsaid.
I was shocked to say the least, to learn that is was actually the submissive that held all the power in the relationship. I would have sworn that it was the Dom that ran the show, but nope, little old me... Isabella Swan called the shots. I guess in hindsight, it really made sense, because after all, if I didn´t give myself willingly... he would have no one to dominate.
I could live with that.
I was surprised and a little bit wary to find a package waiting for me when we arrived at Alice´s condo. I carried the very large and very beautifully wrapped box into my bedroom, not wanting to be embarrassed by whatever may be inside; I decided it would be best to open it in private.
Alice was practically vibrating in an attempt to control her excitement, for some reason she didn´t seemed as surprised as I was about the box; I felt like this little package had Alice´s name written all over it. The package may have come from Sir, but the pixie somehow had a hand in this as well.
In an effort to steal a moment alone, I sweet-talked Alice into taking Mojo out for a much-needed walk. No sooner than I heard the front door slam, I tore into the expensive wrapping paper dying to see what was inside.
My jaw dropped as I took in the red laced bra with cute little bows on each strap, panties to match, and a pair of red fuck-me pumps all adorning the label of one of the most expensive lingerie designers in the world… Agent Provocateur. What the fuck! And if that wasn´t enough, there was a beautiful red Burberry trench coat to cover it all up.
I normally hated presents or any type of surprise, but when I noticed the tiny envelope that had fallen out of the box on to the floor, I couldn´t help the flood of emotion that choked me. One word typed on the outside of the cream colored envelope had me singing a different tune.
Sir...
Subtly my fingers trembled as I ripped away the enclosure and pulled out the intricately embossed card. On it was my instructions for the items housed inside the box.
Pet
You are to wear this for your appointment with Mistress Rose this evening. I can only imagine how beautiful my pussycat will look in the delectable little treats I've purchased for her.
Mmm... soon pet... soon we'll have our fun!
Now be a good girl and remember to behave!
Sir
By the time Alice returned with Mojo, I was in desperate need of a cold shower, my face was flushed and my skin felt clammy. ¨I take it you liked your little gift?¨ Alice chuckled. I jumped because I was so lost in my little bubbly haze of lust, I didn´t hear them come in. Ignoring me, Mojo jumped on the bed busying himself with the tissue paper from the box.
¨Umm... yeah,¨ I answered nervously. I was a little leery about accepting such expensive and intimate gifts, especially from a stranger.
¨I know that look...¨ raising an eyebrow, ¨what´s wrong?¨ Alice questioned, clearly knowing me better than anyone else.
¨I don´t know Ali,¨ I said, now pacing the room. ¨Don´t you think that maybe... I don´t know... it´s too much?¨ I was never good at receiving gifts, and this just felt wrong for some reason, almost like I was being – in a very roundabout way – paid for sex.
¨No,¨ she said shaking her head adamantly. ¨It´s not too much,¨ she paused, ¨and you, my dear, are just going to have to get used to it.¨
¨What do you mean get used to it?¨ I retorted. ¨I´m not looking for a Sugar Daddy Ali! I don´t need a man to buy me anything! I´m quite capable of doing that myself... thank you very much!¨
I didn´t know if I liked the idea of some stranger buying me expensive things all the time, even if he was capable of giving me some of the most mind blowing orgasms of my life.
Not even Charlie or Renee took care of me anymore. I certainly wasn´t about to let him do it, well not it I could help it. I was not suffering from a Daddy complex. That was something we would surely have to discuss.
Alice spun me around by my shoulders, effectively bringing my pacing to a halt. ¨Hey slowdown, I know that look, and your wrong,¨ she said softly.
¨Wrong about what,¨ I asked looking up in confusion.
¨Everything,¨ was her simple response. ¨Take a deep breath and let me explain; you still have a lot to learn about this lifestyle.¨ she said patiently. ¨First of all, I know him and I can tell you that he´s not looking to be anybody´s Sugar Daddy, as you so eloquently stated. Secondly, it´s his job as your Dominant to take care of you and supply your needs... that entails it all... physical, mental, and material at times. There are times when you will only be allowed to wear what he dictates, so it´s much easier for him to purchase what he would like to see you in,¨ she winked. ¨It also doesn´t hurt to have me as his personal shopper, I´ll make sure to keep you looking hot!¨ she joked.
Suddenly, I was feeling like an idiot. I couldn´t believe I all but accused Alice of involving me in some type of undercover prostitution... well, not in so many words. ¨I... I don´t know what to say except, I´m sorry,¨ I said worrying my bottom lip in frustration. ¨I guess I do have a lot to learn, don´t I?¨
I flopped face down on the bed burying my head in the plush throw pillows, all of sudden I felt extremely inadequate and small. Being the overachiever that I was, I hated the fact that I was messing up and jumping to conclusions... yet again.
I felt rather than saw when Alice sat down on the bed next to me. I was too embarrassed to look up and see the look of disappointment that was sure to be on her face, so I did what I always did; I hid behind my hair with my chin resting on my folded arms and fussed over an invisible string on the comforter.
I felt a gentle nudge to my shoulder and lifted my eyes to see my best friend looking at me with nothing but love in her eyes. ¨Hey, it´s okay, it was an honest mistake,¨ she assured me and I huffed. ¨I can completely understand where you´re coming from. A total stranger sends you a box full of expensive clothes and shoes and you freaked, but Bella, do you really think I would involve you in something that felt so much like prostitution? Because I can tell that´s how you felt.¨
Oh boy, I´d done it again... I hurt Alice´s feelings. As unintentional as it was, I knew that she would never do anything like that to me. Now I was feeling like an even bigger fool. ¨I´m sorry Ali, I know that you would never do anything like that.¨ I tried desperately to convey sincerity with my words; I couldn´t believe that I would even jump to that type of conclusion.
¨There´s nothing to be sorry about B, all of this can be really overwhelming, but just take a deep breath and trust yourself to get it right or as close to right as possible; although, more often than not, things do have a way of going wrong. I´ve been Jasper´s submissive for the last five years and I still fuck up sometimes, so I know exactly how it feels to be where you are.¨ she said softly giving my hand a gentle squeeze. ¨As much as I would have liked to have been, I wasn´t Jasper´s first submissive, and I'm okay with that. Sure, there will never be another one after me, but I still had to work through my feelings of insecurities about the ones before me. The good thing about Sir is I know what kind of man he is, and like Jasper, he would never compare you to the others. He will allow you make your own mark on his life, mold you into the right kind of submissive for him. So, stop second guessing yourself at every turn and let him do his job. I know it´s easier said than done, but just know that I am always here for, you no matter what.¨
I felt better after our little talk and took comfort in the fact that Alice would be there to help guide and hold my hand through this new and frightening journey I was embarking on. She also assured me that if I chose to be Sir´s submissive he would take great care in training me and molding me into what he wanted, so there was no need to keep dwelling on my fears of inadequacy.
Alice was also adamant about us being perfect for each other, but I couldn´t shake my suspicion that there was more than his identity she was keeping from me.
Who was this mystery man?
And how could Alice be so sure that we would be good together?
I swear she´s already envisioning the wedding and we haven´t even met yet.
We decided to work on the contract before I headed over to meet with Mistress Rose, I would be lying if I said I wasn´t scared as hell, I mean, I´ve never been attracted to women, but comfortable enough with my own sexuality to be able to admire a good looking one. What bothered me was the reaction I´d had to meeting Rosalie for the first time. Not everyone could say the same thing, but I had no problem acknowledging a fuck hot body when I saw one... and Mistress Rose... definitely had one.
I was super nervous; because of the way my body reacted to her commands. She was so fucking good at being a Domme and I knew what I experienced in her office last week, was only a drop in the bucket, compared to what she could do to me. I was anxious and fearful all at the same time.
I quickly sent Sir a copy of the contract once Alice and I were done; it was a bitch to type on the Blackberry but I managed to somehow get it done and sent. I took a deep breath and took a moment to take it all in, this was finally happening.
There was absolutely no going back now, well there was, but I knew that I would never change my mind. I needed to know once and for all if this was the missing of my life. Would it reveal the meaning behind all the countless number of dreams I´d had?
With no time to dwell on the subject, I scurried into the bathroom to prepare for Mistress Rose. Sir had given her specific instructions and I was dying to know what they were. Alice wouldn´t be staying, so that would only leave Mistress and myself.
I was torn about that decision, part of me wanted Alice to stay and metaphorically hold my hand, just in case I panicked or something, but then there was also a part of me that was embarrassed for her to see me like that.
I guess I could only equate it to going to the gynecologist... I trust them enough to do the maintenance and upkeep on my girlie bits, but I really don´t want to hang out with them later. I would always feel like they were seeing my vagina and not the real me.
Crazy, I know.
I took one last look in the mirror making sure I met Sir´s specifications, and then set out to find Alice.
_FtLoD_
I rolled over in bed and groaned; I was absolutely exhausted. My week and been hell and I was so looking forward to my day at the spa with Alice and Rose this afternoon. Normally, I didn´t care to be pampered and petted, but today I would welcome it with open arms.
Mistress Rose was one hell of a Domme and didn´t take any shit; she´d worked my body over in more ways than one. Our first night together I was a nervous wreck, but as she talked me through the things we would be doing and I found myself loosening up. In the end I thoroughly enjoyed myself immensely.
Well that was until I found out that I would not be allowed to cum without Sir´s permission, which he didn´t seem to be too eager to grant. It was definitely a shaping up to be a long week.
By Wednesday, I was a ticking time bomb ready to explode. I´d already had to apologize to Alice several times for being such a bitch, but I was wound so tight that I feared I would detonate at any given moment.
The only time I was able to put my sexual frustrations out of my mind was during my conversations with Seth. We Skyped everyday when he got home from school, it warmed my heart and melted away all the stress I was under watching him prattle on and on animatedly about his day and all his friends at school. He seemed to be quite the popular little fellow.
I had yet to speak to Charlie about the Jacob and Leah situation, and Seth was more than happy to talk about other things as well. The funny part was to watch Mojo barking and clawing at the computer screen, trying desperately to get to Seth, he really missed his friend.
That was the highlight of my afternoons, but my mornings and nights were spent far differently. Whereas I was now beginning to look forward to my time with Mistress every night, I wasn´t so happy about mornings with the little pixie that could!
Tuesday morning bright and early found me sitting in the office of Dr. Claire Ateara, gynecologist extraordinaire.
Yeah, just how I usually love to start my day.
Apparently, I was getting a jump on things, meaning if Sir and I chose to enter into an agreement, I would have to do this anyway. Let´s get proactive, shall we!
So, there I sat ready and waiting to be poked and prodded like a Thanksgiving turkey, all in the name of preparation for the world all things kink related.
Luckily, I´d had my annual exam just before getting married, so my previous gynecologist was able to just fax my records over to Dr. Ateara´s office. With me already being on the pill, I just had to endure the heinous drawing of my blood for a STD screening. Which was absolutely ridiculous, because you couldn´t catch an STD from masturbating.
Could you?
Either way, it looked better on paper that I was clean and disease free, rather than a big old stamp that said, 'VIRGIN ALERT, VIRGIN ALERT, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!'
Yeah, I´ll take the pinch of a needle for $200 Alex!
Once that was over the real torture began, I was introduced to Laurent Versailles, my new personal trainer. I discovered my first night with Mistress that I wasn´t quite as limber as I thought I was. Even though I worked out on a regular basis, back in New York, and was in great shape; I still had a long way to go, if I didn´t want to pull or strain any of the muscles that I generally didn´t use.
If I thought that Mistress was tough, Laurent was a fucking beast. I definitely could feel the effects of our efforts, but I must say he was a great guy and made working out fun. There was never a dull moment with him, add in the fact that he was Alice´s trainer as well and the party just got a little bit more interesting. I had to admit having Ali work out with me was an added bonus.
Laurent was a very handsome well-built piece of man-meat that had a panty-drenching accent. He was from the Virgin Islands and had the most beautiful skin color; it was the color of coffee with a little touch of cream. I was caught ogling his delicious body on more than one occasion, when I should have been perfecting my yoga poses.
Hey, you would have been ogling too if you´d seen his ass!
What can I say, 'I love a good firm ass!'
Especially all trussed up in a sexy yoga pose!
Alice had given me a couple of books, so I spent any spare time I could find reading and trying to absorb as much as I could about my new lifestyle and being a novice.
Sir and I continued to call and text daily, it was comforting to fall asleep every night after hearing his velvety voice sooth me into unconsciousness. Even if my dreams were filled with sexual fantasies and unmet orgasms, seemed as though Sir was denying me release there too.
On one hand, there was a part of me that wanted to be furious with him for denying me release, because let´s face it, Mistress Rose took me to places I didn´t even know existed. But on the other hand, I couldn´t help but feel he was saving that so we could share in it together, somehow that meant a lot to me. We still had some pretty hot and heavy phone conversations, but he always stopped before things could get out of hand.
I´m glad one of us was capable of showing some restraint.
Wednesday, I actually cried as I whispered ¨red¨ to end the scene that Mistress and I were engaging in. I was on the verge of cuming and I didn´t want to disappoint Mistress or Sir, but I just couldn´t hold it. I was so emotionally wound up I couldn´t stop the tears of defeat as they trickled down my face. I felt like such a failure, not only had I let Sir down, but also Mistress.
Mistress was very patient with me, during my aftercare she made sure to speak openly with me about our time together. She praised me when I´d do well, and gave constructive criticism when she saw I was struggling.
All in all she told me that I was a natural submissive and I didn´t have anything to worry about; any good Dom would love to have me in their playroom.
When Sir and I talked that night, he wanted to know exactly why I safe worded and if I had been given the chance would I have done things differently. I told him the truth that I was afraid of failing and didn´t want to disappoint him or Mistress Rose.
My orgasm was coming full force I couldn´t stop it, if she would have hit me one more time with the flogger, I was certain it would have brought me to release. I was humiliated at having to relive that awful and embarrassing moment. I just prayed he wouldn´t be angry with me for using my safe word.
Sir reassured me that I was doing fine and that I had in fact done the right thing by using my safe word. He also told me that there was a reason that safe words were used and that I should never be afraid to do so. If a Dominant got angry at anytime when a submissive safe worded, then he is not a responsible Dominant and could quite possibly be very dangerous. He reminded me that BDSM should always be safe and consensual.
At Sir´s suggestion, I began keeping a journal; I kept a detailed account of my time spent with Mistress Rose and also my conversations with Sir. He suggested that it wouldn´t hurt to write any questions, doubts, or concerns that I may have, just in case we decided to move forward after Saturday´s test scene.
I didn´t want to admit it, but I could feel myself falling for him, even though I knew he wanted nothing more from me, other than my submission. It was becoming increasingly hard not to imagine us becoming something more, the way he was so caring and concerned after my sessions, the many little gifts, phone calls, and texts he sent me throughout the day; I just couldn´t stop myself from hoping that our relationship could somehow develop into something more than just a Dom/sub relationship. Talking to him was as easy as breathing, if nothing more was to become of this, I hoped that we could at least be friends one day.
I´d read several blogs and enough websites to know that I shouldn´t read more into the fact that I had a thoughtful and caring Dom, it was his job to take care of me when we were playing, but our separate lives were just that... separate.
I had even stopped thinking about... him. Well, until I made it to Esme and Carlisle's for their New Year´s Eve celebration. That night had brought with it a new revelation; I was finally getting over my feelings for Edward.
Esme was terribly upset that he couldn´t make it home to ring in the New Year with the family, but she understood that he was leaving his mark on something greater than himself and couldn´t help but beam with pride as she entertained the numerous questions thrown her way, concerning her gorgeous oldest son who seemed to me MIA.
Carlisle on the other hand – ever the proud papa of the world-renowned pediatric neurologist – was puffed up with just as much, if not more pride than Esme. He worked the room boasting and bragging of Edward´s success not only as a major contributor to the clinic in Switzerland, but also his overall success as a doctor. It was clear to see how much having Edward, follow in his footsteps meant to him.
Not that he wasn´t proud of his other children, on the contrary, he was just as boastful of Emmett and Alice´s accomplishments, as well as mine. I could never stop my signature blush from covering my face when Carlisle took a moment to brag of my hard work and all of my many accomplishments. It never failed to choke me up at just how much I was loved by this wonderful family.
Thankfully, practice had kept Emmett out of the house during my training sessions with Rose, so I didn´t have to endure the humiliation of his constant teasing. Unfortunately my time of evading the inevitable had come to an end, no longer safe from the giant teddy bear; I was nervous for our first encounter that just so happened to be in a room in room full of total strangers.
As luck would have it he was in full sub-mode and not allowed to torture me, but that didn´t keep him away from my poor defenseless dog. I couldn´t prove it, but I would have to get Rose something special from saving me from death by mortification.
Mojo on the other hand, my not have shared my views.
Emmett and Mojo had what you call a love-hate relationship, while Emmett loved to see Mojo, Mojo hated to see Emmett. Can you really blame him? Mojo has this little thing about his doggie jewels... he doesn´t like for them to be touched. I mean the dog turns into Cujo if you fondle his balls.
Go figure.
You would think after being reprimanded a million times for dry humping the throw pillows on the couch, he would like the attention... NOT! Weird... I know. Anyway, if you didn´t know the real Mojo – who would never hurt a fly by the way – you would be afraid. Of course this is where my favorite – and I use the term loosely – adopted brother came in.
Ever the super star, Mojo was always drawing the attention of passersby, and dressed in his little suit, this time was no different, and of course that just made him an easy target for Emmett.
Emmett while holding Mojo in is arms for someone to admire, would wait until they felt comfortable enough to pet him, then unbeknownst to the stranger he would fondle my poor dog´s gonads. Mojo in turn would go from being a cute and cuddly Gizmo to a snarling deranged Stripe in 2.2 seconds attacking the poor unsuspecting soul in front of him.
Albeit funny as hell, to see the shocked expression on people´s faces, it was still wrong.
Keep telling yourself that doll face!
You know that shits hilarious!
Well yeah, but... it´s still wrong!
Let´s just say there was never a dull moment in the Cullen´s house last night. Between Emmett´s antics and Rosalie with her little remote, triggering whatever device she had him wearing, the party was a fucking riot. I can´t remember the last time I had so much fun, in what was technically deemed a structured setting.
Carlisle and Esme were clueless as to what went on right under their noses.
Though I must say, the highlight of the night goes to Edward, after a surprise fireworks show for all the guests just before the stroke of twelve, at exactly midnight there was a blazing message floating in the Puget Sound lighting up the dark night.
Edward had sent a message wishing Carlisle and Esme a very Happy New Year; it was completely amazing and so Edward.
He´s such a mama´s boy...
As I thought back over the past week, I couldn´t help the sense of accomplishment I felt. I had set out to make this New Year one of my best and I was just a couple of hours from completing my task.
I whistled to the tune of Sweet Dreams, by the Eurythmics on my way to the shower, the meddling pixie had somehow convinced Esme to babysit Mojo so we could attend some fashion party.
Hmm... it´s going to be a party all right, I´m just not sure how much fashion will be involved.
I giggled to myself at the ridiculousness of Alice´s excuse, then again, what was she supposed to say, ¨Mom, I´m taking Bella to meet her mystery Dominant tomorrow night, don´t wait up, see ya Sunday for dinner.¨
Yeah, fashion show sounds a little more plausible...
Well that´s it! What did you think? I really hope you all are still enjoying this crazy ride! Leave me a little love and let me know what you all thought! See you soon!
Laterzzz:)
Krazi & Mojo
xoxo