Ten days

I went ten days without hearing from Miss Kayla, my dominant mistress, my lover.

Not one text. Not one check in. Not one knock on my door nor uncomfortable visit to my office. For the first time since I met her, Kayla was behaving like a twenty-two-year-old. Although I was unsure as to how I wanted her to behave.

That first forty-eight hours were horrible. I doubted the entire D/s lifestyle choice, but worst of all… I doubted my love for her.

And I almost called my mother for comfort!

Day eight, I woke up and didn’t think of her for the first hour. When I did, I was shocked it was an hour. How could that be? Shit, made me feel even worse.

And I missed my effing dog!

Day nine was a day off from work. I was doing laundry, and yard work. Mundane meant to numb.

My phone buzzed and I shut off the mower, my heart beating a tempo like the woodpecker above me. It was my work phone...Loni, my nurse.

"This is Doctor Dreh- uh, Fryloch." I’m going to have to get used to that again. It felt good in my mouth.

"I like it. Suits you. No emergency, just a friendly check in."

"Oh, uh, thanks Loni. I'm good. Mowing the lawn, you know, house stuff."

There was a long pause. I flashed on all the times she had winked at me and patted my back these last six months. She knew before I did that I was in love. I am sure she knew what was happening now, if not in specific.

"Y'all split, didn't you?"

Fuck, another mind reader. "Uh....well...I'm not really - "

"Sure? Been there. Look, Carrie, I don't presume to know your shit, but you can trust me. If you need to talk a - "

Before she finished, I spewed. "She lied to me, then betrayed me in front of other people. It was humiliating and I thought we were closer and it really... fucking h-h-hurts."

Tears I hadn't seen in a week came back with friends. I groaned and literally dropped my head in my hands. "I'm sorry, oh god. Sniff, that was embarrassing." I let out a sad laugh.

"Meh, not so much. It was genu-ine, as my grandma used to say. One thing that is good from that."

"What?"

"You said ‘she.’ Welcome to the club."

"What? I thought you were married to Willie? Oh damn, that's non gender specific. Now I am doubly embarrassed."

"White people waste a lot of energy on being embarrassed." I laughed and sniffled again. "Doc, you can tell me anything, but right now you need to tell her something. Nothing gets resolved without some effort. And if it ain't meant to be, it won't be; least you'll know."

"Ha, yeah. Thanks. Loni. You are a beautiful woman and a sweetheart."

"Hold up, Carrie. I'm happily married."

"Glad someone is!" She laughed, and we said a few nice things and hung up.

The next day, we hugged in my office for a good two minutes. She just held me and it was amazing, maternal and sororal. I was just about to ask if she wanted to have lunch so I could vent more when my personal phone buzzed. I had it on full volume just in case.

"That her?'

"Oh, my God, yes..." My asshole of a week-long dry pussy started to salivate.

"Be real, be strong."

I only nodded, my eyes glued to the screen. I guess Loni quietly left.

It was a single line of text.

I want to talk

I had formulated a hundred things I was going to say; none fitting that! I fell into my chair and wrote three responses and deleted everyone. I landed on: Okay, talk

Rather in person.

Be real, be strong. Neutral territory.

Three dots...three dots...nothing. Three dots...

Helens - seven tonight?

I was surprised to see an offer, not an order; it felt wrong. My head was spinning, and my heart was racing. Jesus, this was rom-com crazy.

I whispered, “Just do it, Carrie.”

Okay

Helen's Bar at 7:08

I contemplated rushing home to change and grab my choker necklace, but I decided the trousers and sky-blue blouse I had on under my lab coat were neutral. A nice color on me. Princess was still in time out.

Helen’s was quiet and had some nice private booths. Still, a game played on the TV and there was raucous talk over some jukebox music. I spotted her in a corner looking at her phone. One of those craft beers she liked sat untouched inches from her hand. I soon stood in front of the table, and she slowly looked up, her eyes going wide. I said nothing. She half smiled.

“You look good.”

“Thanks.” Without an invitation nor asking permission I sat down. The bench was curved so we weren’t wholly opposite each other, but not side-by-side either. I waved a too-young-to-drink server over and ordered a glass of wine.

I took a deep breath and got a good punch of Kayla’s perfume. My body quaked and my Pavlovian pussy puckered. Shit…

She was quiet, almost vulnerable. “I want to start with an apology.”

I had decided on the way over that I was not going to make this easy. But I didn’t want to be a bitch.

“OK, start.”

I felt her wanting to say something, but she hesitated as my wine arrived.

I took a very large sip and played with the stem and the curve.

“I am sorry for ghosting you for a week. I thought it best to give you space.”

“Ten days. Not a week.” I glanced over and she nodded briefly. She had on a sexy sweater that made her large breasts look very inviting. I couldn’t tell but I think she was wearing jeans. I’m sure her ass looked amazing.

“Right. Ten days.”

She finally took a sip of her beer. Set it down and then took another before she spoke again.

“I was not a happy teenager. I had some rough experiences with my first boyfriend until I realized I didn’t want one in the first place. My dad’s response when we broke up was ‘what a shame I liked that kid.’ Never once did he, nor my mother for that matter, ask me why. Fuck how I felt.

“I soon realized I liked girls. More to the point I liked women, women older than me. I pursued them. I flirted. I even seriously dated a 23-year-old when I was just 17.”

She wasn’t looking at me, but was playing with the napkin on the table. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She was on the verge of something emotional and it took every ounce of strength to not grab her and kiss her and tell her it was alright.

“The domination came easily to me, mostly because she wanted it. She was a great teacher. Then she moved to Florida…”

There was that far away look she gets sometimes. Usually followed by harder-edged sex, or her closing the door.

“Next came Lana and you know what a disaster that was. The three that followed were pretty amazing and I was hitting my stride. And realizing that I have a medical kink apparently.”

Kayla rolled her eyes, and Dr. Carrie blushed with a soft smile.

“But there’s something I haven’t told you. Fuck there’s tons of things I’ve haven’t told you.” She looked away and chuckled to herself, then finally turned and looked me in the eye.

“I have a pretty shitty opinion of myself. Self-esteem is lower than the subbasement. I fight it and I hide it well. There are many times I wanted to tell you about it, seek your approval and your advice, but that would’ve fucked up our entire dynamic. And you were way too important to me. Fuck…you are…the first woman I’ve ever had actual deep feelings for.”

Oh my God oh my God, I thought to myself, “Hold it together, Carrie.”

“Being called indifferent feeds this lifestyle. It fits it perfectly at times, especially when I’m doling out punishment.” She leaned in a little bit, and her voice got quieter. “And as you know, I’m pretty good at it.”

My face flushed with confusing heat, my nipples tightened in my bra, and I’m sure my panties were changing color. I’m glad I had worn white. Eye roll…

“Carrie, I… fuck…When I saw that stupid woman hurt you, lose control with you as the victim, I didn’t have it within me to stop it. Nor to tell Jennifer after that her sub was a stupid cow.” An angry shudder. “I was embarrassed, and imposter syndrome froze me to the spot.”

She boldly reached over and took my hand, and I didn’t stop her.

She had tears in her eyes. Genu-ine. Real pain, normally reserved for a closed door, after I had been dismissed.

“I’m dominant because I don’t want to fail. Being completely in charge makes it easier not to have to ever show softness. I’m a mistress because I don’t know how else to…show affection, love.”

Oh…my…gahhhh…

“I hope you can forgive me for my failure last week, or rather ten days ago.” She smiled without teeth and raised an eyebrow.

I chuckled softly, looking down at the glass on the table. My heart was racing. Every single comeback and angry thing I wanted to say was dissolving into this glass of wine. I wanted to drink it and make the entire experience disappear. But that wasn’t right.

“Your apology is accepted. And I will have a lot to say about it. But first: I’m sorry you went through those things with your parents not understanding you. And I’m sorry you feel you cannot be real in front of them. But maybe it’s time to do just that.”

Her eyes went wider than I’ve ever seen them. The green fire wasn’t there. Doubt and fear danced around the edges.

I waved a finger between us. “This worked for me, Kayla, because I needed it to. Because surrendering myself, my body, my heart, my control, left me wide open for possibilities. It’s strange to think that you punishing me is a form of love, but it is. And when you left me hanging…I was crushed.”

“I know. I … I know…”

I was finally ready to voice what I had been thinking over and over again, “If this is going to work the way we want it to, we have to talk about ourselves as a couple before we talk about ourselves in our roles. We have to be both in order for both of them to work.”

“How old are you again? Because you’re way smarter than thirty-one years old.”

I laughed at her reference to one of the first things I ever said to her. “Well, I am a doctor.”

I put my other hand on top of hers, and she did the same.

“I love you, Kayla. I love you for who you are as my mistress, and I love you for who you are as a woman. As a person. As a partner I want.”

“I…” she stopped and tears dropped. She looked down and took a ragged breath. “I don’t even say it to my parents. Certainly not to my brother; mostly because I never felt it.” She picked up my hand and kissed it, and I melted.

“I love you, Carrie. I really do.” Her hand was on my cheek. It was soft. It was kind, and I closed my eyes and sighed. “You deserved better. And if we continue, I vow to never let you down in that situation again.”

My heart swelled at her devotion. But Dr. Carrie tapped me on the shoulder and whispered something practical. She was right, so I said it out loud. “I appreciate that, but please don’t promise something that is impossible to predict. You may let me down. You have to acknowledge that it’s a possibility. I certainly know I will.”

She rolled her eyes, and we both laughed softly when I said, “Yeahhh, I’ll probably do it on purpose.”

We couldn’t stand it any longer, and our bodies slammed into each other. Other than Herringbone’s once or twice, we had never publicly kissed, made out, or shown affection. It was heaven. We were two women in love, not Princess and Miss.

We separated, but still kept our foreheads touching. It was then that I realized we were not alone. The cute server, probably only a year younger than my girlfriend, stood there awkwardly.

“Sorry…um…I wondered if you wanted a refill, but I kind of was just watching you, and you guys are made for each other, so if you just got engaged or whatever, congratulations because… Wow...” She blushed horribly and scampered away.

We looked at each other with the goofiest expressions and burst out laughing.

Make up SEX

Her place was closer. And we almost didn’t make it there. At every light, her mouth and hands were on me and I nearly crashed us at one point. We raced up the steps without saying a word. Her door slammed behind us and I pushed her against the closet door and ravaged her. I actually tore her top and she didn’t say anything. I nearly tore off the clasp on her bra and she didn’t say anything.

But she screamed my name when I took her nipple into my mouth and bit, sucked, and licked as if my life depended on it. She had my trousers undone, and her hand shoved into my soaking wet pussy. Nope, she was a cunt already. A needy, hungry cunt.

To make things even, she tore my shirt off me; buttons flying. I helped her by unclasping my own bra. It never made it off my body, but was loose enough that she could grab my left nipple and pull it as hard as she could.

I popped off of hers! “Fuck YES!” It had been too damn long.

Naked, except for jewelry, I was on top of her, worshiping her navel before diving into her incredible pussy. She was swollen, soaking, aching. Her hands in my hair, pulling, pushing, digging only drove me to do my best work. I was not being ordered to please her, I was giving her a gift. My love in oral form.

Her orgasm ripped through her, thighs, clamping on my head, heels digging into my back. She lifted us both off the bed, held still, and crashed down screaming.

“CAR-ieeee!”

I pulled off and climbed on top of her in lightning speed. Our kisses were hungry, wet, desperate. I didn’t ask permission. I no longer needed it.

I straddled her face and shoved it into my boiling cunt. My orgasm was immediate, and my voice was gone. I shook and spasmed as she went to work on a second. There was no edging, no denial, no pain for pleasure, just pure, raw sexual need. She attacked something that lit my fuse, and I fell forward. My right palm slammed against the wall to steady myself.

“Oh fuck, baby! Make me cum, Kayla!”

I didn’t have time to register in the moment, but later I thought about the fact that I had actually given her an order and she had complied. But not before shoving two fingers inside me and aggressively attacking my G spot. I had one, then two, then three in a row. I collapsed backwards onto the bed, my whole body shaking, my legs clamped together, trying to hold in every tremor and quake of the glorious insanity of my releases. She rolled and adjusted until her wet head lay across my belly.

My vision was white spots and flashes.

We lay panting, trying to give ourselves a moment. I wanted to speak, but nothing would fit the openness. I felt her lift my leg and I rolled onto my back, my right leg held up by her red-manicured fingers. She kissed my inner thigh, licking up the remnants of an ejaculate thicker than I could remember ever coming out of me.

“Fuck, so thick…I love how you taste, Pet.”

My body froze for a moment, and I looked down between my legs. Her face was stopped, eyes wide; skin wet, sweaty, pink.

She looked…nervous.

“Thank you,” I gasped.

Then added, “Miss.”

Her bite on my leg made me shake.

TBC

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