Good day dear ones! While I was working on my contribution for the Multi Mistress Blog Post for Tuesday, it somehow extrapolated into a larger piece, than I had intended. That happens from time to time, when the house is quiet like today - nothing blocks my imagination and time just slips away.
My delima is that I must either subject you all to a 2,000 word essay, on the subject of my favorite role play phone sex call – on the 5th or share the first part of the story, without revealing its exact nature. Hum. Yes, why not let my readers see if they can fathom a guess, from the introduction.
The Introduction To:
Hep Me! Hep Me!
It was one of those rare, late spring days in Texas. A slow drizzle of rain passed over early in the morning, washing down the dusty Lone Star State, and leaving behind a welcome freshness. Staring out at the back garden from my window, I felt as light as the tiny finches, vying for position on the thistle soc.
What to do with such a day, the kind you might not see, for another full year? Scanning the tall Red Cedars, my mind wandered while searching for the blue jay calling the all clear to his wingman- splashing at the edge of the small cement pond. So content there in my own world, I don’t know how long the phone rang, before pulling me away from my day dreams.
Momentarily vexed by the interruption, it vanished instantly when the voice at the other end cooed, “Remember the Alamo?” and I was transported back in time. I could feel the blush creeping up my face, and could say nothing but, “Master?” while my mind raced and memories flooded back. That deep chuckle, and soft mummer of a name I hadn’t heard, since my Training Days, Shadow, set my ass down on the nearest chair.
The years melted away, as old Friends and lovers caught up on life, since my release from Service, more than 15 years ago. The old habits came back, and I found myself answering each question with the same respectful tone that was ingrained in that sweet submissive, we both once knew. Why now I wondered, but didn’t ask, He would eventually get to the point of this out-of-the-blue call, and for now I was happy to be in his presence.
“Will you come to serve, in an hour of need, shadow?” he asked. I looked around at the contents of my closet, neatly sorted in piles for the yearly purge that had been put off twice already. A light rap on the open door told me the house mouse was awaiting further instructions, but my mind was too foggy to speak. Patiently, she stood not interrupting, but I could see her concern in her eyes, so I muted the phone and told her who had caused the hot red spots on my cheeks.
Her eyes got wide, but she held back any comment, and I laughed. With a smack to her round rump the giggling mousy got busy, as I answered The Man. “My collar is yours for eternity, how can I be of Service?” I rang for the driver, snapping my fingers, I pointed to my suitcases, held up 3 fingers and watched as she began to dance around in a packing frenzy.
Listening while waving in the driver, I scribbled down an address to be mapped, handed him the car keys, and told him to bring it around front, I’d be leaving in 10 minutes. With a nod, he took the bags and hurried to the garage, trying to ignore the house mouse chattering after him – fussing that someone had lost their mind, The Mistress NEVER drives.
Tossing a lipstick and apple in my purse, I hung up the phone promising to do the speed limit, and stopped to take a long, deep breath.
Glancing in the mirror, I wondered if the vision looking back at me would be as pleasing to him now, as it was in the past. Wearing a sheer floral skirt and soft blue blouse tucked in, I turned to look at how the years had changed me. Youthful enough to pass for 40, the legs still turned the old men’s heads, and kept the young ones begging. Slipping on new sling back pumps, I pushed down the tiny kernel of fear that always surfaced, whenever I traveled alone. Silly Mistress, so strong in the face of most anything, except the open road.
The staff gathered at the portico, each trying to convince me to allow one of them to accompany me to San Antonio, but some tasks have to be done alone. To be called to the side of one so cherished, for comfort and care, was an honor I would accomplish without a servant. Sad at the reason for the ride, but giddy to get started, I felt like a young girl, lusty for adventure and ready to serve.
It would be a long drive, but the clear day, a new audio book and the last of the wildflowers, would keep the boredom at bay.
My dear ones sent me off, waving from the curb, and shouting last warnings for my safely and eliciting my word, to call at every stop. It is bound to happen, when loyal servants become worrisome Aunties, wringing their hands and always thinking the worse.
Getting the feel for the machine under me, I tried to remember the last time I drove a car, or took a trip alone. Settled back into the soft leather, an an odd feeling of freedom washed over me. A feeling I hadn’t known in a decade, because privlage may give and but it takes too.
The hours flew by,and as the afternoon began to wane, pulled off onto a side road, where I could stretch my long legs and watch the sun slowly set over the big Texas sky. Bright orange Paintbrushes and dark Bluebonnets shimmered in the shifting rays and I marveled at the variety of flora spilling out over the wide vista.
The fence wasn’t very high, and the pasture was a temptation I couldn’t resist, so and I hitched up my skirt for a short stroll among the last of the wildflowers. It would be a nice perk me up, before night fell and I’d have to start the last leg of my journey.
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