Waiting is dangerous. Sir came home, my hair in braided pigtails, a new necklace around my throat, and my black t-shirt dress on.
" Look at you all dressed up." He says in that tone that makes me clinch below in anticipation.
" So I take it you want to go out tonight?" A question that I was so not expecting.
"No sir, I thought that we could stay home.." I purred as I bite my lower lip.
" Good cause I didn't have intentions of us going anywhere."
Just as the words rolled off his tounge his phone rings. One of his friends offering him to come over. He looks at me and ask if I would go and I replied " If I am allowed". I didn't want to have to wait alone, so of course I would go. Waiting to play with him near is so much different than waiting alone.
He showers and I change. Letting him know that I am keeping the necklace on and my hair the way it's.
As we pull in the drive, " I will do my best to behave." I state as I stick out my tounge.
So as we are here my mind tortures my body as I so want to act upon my thoughts and urges that have burned through my veins all day..
Waiting, longing, and hoping we don't stay too long so sir will still want to play