Prissy
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It was a long twelve hour day, and I had finally arrived home. Fortunately, Master and I had discussed our plans for the evening ahead of time. Since we both had a day off the following day, and twelve working hours is tough on anyone, we had agreed to go to bed straight away upon me getting home and showering. I was relieved although, somewhat forlorned. I for some reason was horny, oh well; I guess I will stick to what we agreed upon.
I walked to the front door and I let myself in, only to find the foyer in complete darkness. Odd, Master usually waits up for me, before he goes to bed. I figured he was really tired, so I continued into the house, navigating through the darkness to the shower in the basement. Because I was going to have double the demands for tomorrow, I decided a shower would be a good thing. I also was not sure what extras to expect, as the next day was my birthday. I was really excited.
Once in the shower, and the water running, I thought that even though Master was asleep, I would give him a special wake up call, just to let him know I was home. Then we could go to sleep. While I was washing my tits with the soap, I was thinking of the method I had wanted to use to awaken him, as I didn’t want to wake him to the point he couldn’t fall back to sleep.
With the bar of soap in hand I started to hum softly, washing in between my legs, as I knew Master would want me to be extra clean for tomorrow, cleanliness was one of his fetishes. I continued to think, and I decided that I would wake him up with a puppy-like kiss on the cheek. I figured that would arouse him just for what I needed.
I then washed my long curly auburn hair, thinking about how it would drive Master crazy. I loved seeing his somewhat lean body move in ways most would think impossible. Also with his short dark hair with two strips of blonde both going from the front of his head, to the back of his head, leaving a dark strip on both sides, and one in the middle, was making me hornier than I already was.
After concluding on that thought, I quickly ended my shower as I was clean enough for Master, and I rapidly, but expertly, manoeuvred my towel around making me as dry, and clean, as a whistle. Before going to our room, I dressed in a white frilly school shirt, and a short black, pleated school approved skirt. I frolicked up the stairs and down the hall, skipping like a grade school girl. Remembering the uniform was not complete without my hair in pigtails, I checked y pockets, and fixed my hair before entering into our bedroom.
Upon entering the room, I thought something smelled strange, and I forced myself to stop myself from doing as I planned, and I turned on the light and to my horror, the bed was covered in blood, and my Master. In a state of shock, I walked over to the bed, and felt Master for a pulse..., finding that he was DEAD! After screaming a blood curdling scream, and regaining my composure, I looked around the room for any clues as to who might have done this. After twenty minutes I found my clue. I knew exactly who it was....
I vowed that if I ever saw Michelle I would never let him live this down. He had better pray that the police found him before I did. I called the police, told them what I had seen, and who I suspected to be the killer. When they asked what my clue was, I said to him, it is not every day you find a personalized purse lying around. They said they would see if they could apprehend her.
Deep down I was hoping they wouldn’t. I wanted her first.
(To Be Continued)
The next morning I had a rude awakening. I fell off the couch, since I slept downstairs, and strangely enough, I slept quite well, considering all that happened. Still in my schoolgirl getup, I meaninglessly wandered the main floor of the house, and found a set of car keys. I thought for a moment, pocketed the keys in my skirt, and found a short tight denim jacket.I left the house as the police arrived to scour the house for more evidence to prove that Michelle was the one that killed my Master.
I absentmindedly travelled to the center of the city. I guess my mind was set on trying to find Michelle. If she was on a day off, she would walk all over that area trying to find people that would allow themselves to be dominated by her, as she wasn’t shy about her wants and desires. A short while later, I saw her from a distance. She was walking towards me, so I parked my car around the corner of the building before she saw me. She knew I didn’t have my license as it was currently revokedm for driving nude, at the order of Master.
I got out of the car, started to cry, as I realized that I was coming face to face with the killer of Master. I walked around the corner and literally ran into Michelle. She was moving faster than I initially thought. Through short soft sobbing I asked if she was all right, and helped her off the ground, before making my way back to my car.
“What is wrong, sweetie?” she asked coming up behind me.
“Julian is dead!” I screamed at her through my ever flowing tears. The serious look she had, showed a temporary look of fear.
“Who would do something like that?” she asked in bewilderment.
“I-i-i-i-i-i Don’t know..., I don’t think he had any enemies,” I sobbed. “Although the police have found a handbag in the house, and they think it may lead to the killer,” As I spoke those words, her jaw dropped.
“Please come to my appartment, I am sure we can make you feel better,” She responded, and I nodded trying to swallow some of the tears back.
On the inside I began to grin, still crying on the outside so she wouldn’t be any wiser. I handed her the keys to my car, and hopped into the passenger seat. After a few minutes, and telling her I drove because for an unknown reason, we had arrived at her apartment. I had told her the police wanted me to live in an apartment or hotel for a few days, they would be paying the bill, and since I wanted to freshen up a bit, I had asked her if it was all right to grab my makeup bag from the trunk. She said it was fine, and then we went inside. I saw the huge grin she had on her face, and I knew she figured she had me where she wanted me. She was always jealous that I chose Julian over her. But I had my own agenda to answer to.
I knew that I would never serve under her by choice. When Master punished me, I would be forced to serve her, and it was horrible. I also kept in mind that being punished in that way, I knew where she kept her ‘toys’ and I proceeded to head into the bathroom upon entry.
I reached inside my pouch and pulled out two items, an empty ammunition box, and an empty gun. Before leaving the bathroom I confidently held the gun and I opened the door. I trained the gun on her as she turned to face me. When I knew she could see, I dropped the empty munitions box.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a horrified tone of voice.
“If you don’t want to get hurt, or fatally wounded...,” I started “Turn around, and close your mouth!”
She did as she was told, and never uttered a sound. It appeared my gun trick worked. I took a pair of handcuffs I kept near me, for Master’s sake, and used them to cuff her hands behind her. I then bent down and did the same with her ankles, making it impossible for her to run away. I pushed her, and watched her fall to the floor, landing hard on her face. I looked forward to what my Demented submissive mind would come up with to do to her.
(Continued-If I get a good enough response from all who post.)
I walked to the front door and I let myself in, only to find the foyer in complete darkness. Odd, Master usually waits up for me, before he goes to bed. I figured he was really tired, so I continued into the house, navigating through the darkness to the shower in the basement. Because I was going to have double the demands for tomorrow, I decided a shower would be a good thing. I also was not sure what extras to expect, as the next day was my birthday. I was really excited.
Once in the shower, and the water running, I thought that even though Master was asleep, I would give him a special wake up call, just to let him know I was home. Then we could go to sleep. While I was washing my tits with the soap, I was thinking of the method I had wanted to use to awaken him, as I didn’t want to wake him to the point he couldn’t fall back to sleep.
With the bar of soap in hand I started to hum softly, washing in between my legs, as I knew Master would want me to be extra clean for tomorrow, cleanliness was one of his fetishes. I continued to think, and I decided that I would wake him up with a puppy-like kiss on the cheek. I figured that would arouse him just for what I needed.
I then washed my long curly auburn hair, thinking about how it would drive Master crazy. I loved seeing his somewhat lean body move in ways most would think impossible. Also with his short dark hair with two strips of blonde both going from the front of his head, to the back of his head, leaving a dark strip on both sides, and one in the middle, was making me hornier than I already was.
After concluding on that thought, I quickly ended my shower as I was clean enough for Master, and I rapidly, but expertly, manoeuvred my towel around making me as dry, and clean, as a whistle. Before going to our room, I dressed in a white frilly school shirt, and a short black, pleated school approved skirt. I frolicked up the stairs and down the hall, skipping like a grade school girl. Remembering the uniform was not complete without my hair in pigtails, I checked y pockets, and fixed my hair before entering into our bedroom.
Upon entering the room, I thought something smelled strange, and I forced myself to stop myself from doing as I planned, and I turned on the light and to my horror, the bed was covered in blood, and my Master. In a state of shock, I walked over to the bed, and felt Master for a pulse..., finding that he was DEAD! After screaming a blood curdling scream, and regaining my composure, I looked around the room for any clues as to who might have done this. After twenty minutes I found my clue. I knew exactly who it was....
I vowed that if I ever saw Michelle I would never let him live this down. He had better pray that the police found him before I did. I called the police, told them what I had seen, and who I suspected to be the killer. When they asked what my clue was, I said to him, it is not every day you find a personalized purse lying around. They said they would see if they could apprehend her.
Deep down I was hoping they wouldn’t. I wanted her first.
(To Be Continued)
The next morning I had a rude awakening. I fell off the couch, since I slept downstairs, and strangely enough, I slept quite well, considering all that happened. Still in my schoolgirl getup, I meaninglessly wandered the main floor of the house, and found a set of car keys. I thought for a moment, pocketed the keys in my skirt, and found a short tight denim jacket.I left the house as the police arrived to scour the house for more evidence to prove that Michelle was the one that killed my Master.
I absentmindedly travelled to the center of the city. I guess my mind was set on trying to find Michelle. If she was on a day off, she would walk all over that area trying to find people that would allow themselves to be dominated by her, as she wasn’t shy about her wants and desires. A short while later, I saw her from a distance. She was walking towards me, so I parked my car around the corner of the building before she saw me. She knew I didn’t have my license as it was currently revokedm for driving nude, at the order of Master.
I got out of the car, started to cry, as I realized that I was coming face to face with the killer of Master. I walked around the corner and literally ran into Michelle. She was moving faster than I initially thought. Through short soft sobbing I asked if she was all right, and helped her off the ground, before making my way back to my car.
“What is wrong, sweetie?” she asked coming up behind me.
“Julian is dead!” I screamed at her through my ever flowing tears. The serious look she had, showed a temporary look of fear.
“Who would do something like that?” she asked in bewilderment.
“I-i-i-i-i-i Don’t know..., I don’t think he had any enemies,” I sobbed. “Although the police have found a handbag in the house, and they think it may lead to the killer,” As I spoke those words, her jaw dropped.
“Please come to my appartment, I am sure we can make you feel better,” She responded, and I nodded trying to swallow some of the tears back.
On the inside I began to grin, still crying on the outside so she wouldn’t be any wiser. I handed her the keys to my car, and hopped into the passenger seat. After a few minutes, and telling her I drove because for an unknown reason, we had arrived at her apartment. I had told her the police wanted me to live in an apartment or hotel for a few days, they would be paying the bill, and since I wanted to freshen up a bit, I had asked her if it was all right to grab my makeup bag from the trunk. She said it was fine, and then we went inside. I saw the huge grin she had on her face, and I knew she figured she had me where she wanted me. She was always jealous that I chose Julian over her. But I had my own agenda to answer to.
I knew that I would never serve under her by choice. When Master punished me, I would be forced to serve her, and it was horrible. I also kept in mind that being punished in that way, I knew where she kept her ‘toys’ and I proceeded to head into the bathroom upon entry.
I reached inside my pouch and pulled out two items, an empty ammunition box, and an empty gun. Before leaving the bathroom I confidently held the gun and I opened the door. I trained the gun on her as she turned to face me. When I knew she could see, I dropped the empty munitions box.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a horrified tone of voice.
“If you don’t want to get hurt, or fatally wounded...,” I started “Turn around, and close your mouth!”
She did as she was told, and never uttered a sound. It appeared my gun trick worked. I took a pair of handcuffs I kept near me, for Master’s sake, and used them to cuff her hands behind her. I then bent down and did the same with her ankles, making it impossible for her to run away. I pushed her, and watched her fall to the floor, landing hard on her face. I looked forward to what my Demented submissive mind would come up with to do to her.
(Continued-If I get a good enough response from all who post.)
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