I had been a very good girl all week. You gave me instructions to shower, remove all body hair, make myself presentable, put on something sexy, and wait for you in the living room. I followed your instructions to the letter. I not only showered and shaved, I covered my body in perfumed lotion in your favorite scent, knowing you would appreciate the extra touch.
I dressed myself in a deep blue sheer lace corset and matching thong to offset my porcelain skin. I wore very little makeup and had my dark hair down and brushed thoroughly so there were no tangles and it shone. I slid on my shiny black heels and made my way downstairs to the living room where I sat in the floor, knees tucked under me, hands folded in my lap facing the door, anxiously awaiting your arrival, when my cell rang. Knowing by the tone that it was you, I answered.
"Hello Sir."
"Have you followed my instructions?"
"Yes Sir. I followed them all."
I could almost envision the pleased look on your face as you replied, "Good girl. Get three beers out of the fridge. I will be there in five minutes. I expect you to be at the door with them when I get there."
"Yes Sir. Do we have company?" I asked as I went to get the beers.
"You'll find out in four minutes. I will see you then. You'd better pray you followed your orders," you said before hanging up.
I opened the beers and headed to the door. I'd no sooner reached it than I heard you pull in, followed by another vehicle. I didn't recognize the sound of the engine, which made me a little nervous, but I knew I was safe as long as you were with me. Three doors opened and closed and I heard three distinct male voices as you came closer to the door. My mind was racing with the possibilities of what you may have planned.
You opened the door, looked me up and down, kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "Very good girl. I think you've earned your reward for the week."
You stepped into the house, taking a beer, and gestured for the men behind you to follow suit. There was a very tall, broad shouldered, muscular man that was behind you, and a somewhat average looking guy behind him, with a bit of a belly. They each took a beer as well and followed you into the living room. I closed and locked the door behind them.
"Come here sweetheart," you called.
I immediately made my way into the room and, as if operating on auto pilot, sat on my knees in the floor beside you. You smiled down at me and began running your fingers through my hair. You know me so well-those simple gestures calm and soothe me like nothing else. I was smiling back at you when Mr. Big spoke up.
"You have this one trained very well. She seems like she'll do anything you ask."
"I wish! She's a brat at times, but she appreciates a good reward enough that she can be a very good girl. Punishment helps with that too though," you said, all of you getting a good laugh as I winced at the word punishment.
Your last punishment had left me sore for a week, and I hadn't yet forgotten it. Average Joe spoke up next.
"Is there anything she won't do?"
The evil look on his face scared me enough that I scooted even closer to you and wrapped my arm around your leg. You raised your eyebrow at me, and gave me your "bad girl" look. I knew I wasn't supposed to touch without permission while in scene, but he scared me. I felt like he wanted to hurt me. I tried my best to convey that through my eyes. Your face immediately softened as you understood why I'd clung to you.
"She doesn't like intentional true pain and I won't allow it to be done to her. I know our tastes are different, but you agreed to play by my rules. This is for her, and she is not yours. Understand?" You growled at him.
He caught on quickly and grumbled, "Yeah I get it."
Mr. Big smiled and attempted to lighten the mood a little by joking, "So are we gonna sit and piss on each other or are we gonna have fun?"
You both just stared at him for a minute before you bursted into laughter.
"Damn, I knew there was a reason I brought you along, besides your dick!" You joked.
"Poor little thing is pretty useless isn't it?"
He joked, then started laughing even harder when he saw my disappointed face.
You looked down and grinned, then assured me, "He's just kidding sweetheart. Why don't you get up and show him what's under all that and see if it's as little as he claims?"
"Can I do it my way?" I asked, a little glimmer in my eye.
You caught my meaning and, cupping my chin to pull me close, lust simmering in your eyes, "Have I ever said you couldn't let me see that?"
Grinning, I shook my head and you released me. I stood and walked over to the radio and turned on some music I could dance to. I made my way over to you, slowly moving my body, as if I had a partner behind me, rotating my hips and climbed into your lap, grinding myself against you.
You pulled me close and ground your hips into mine as you whispered, "I'm not the one you're supposed to be getting hard."
I grinned down at you and you slapped me hard on the ass before nudging me off your lap.
"Don't be a brat, little girl," you warned.
