Legally Binding, Ch. 9

You held me close and said nothing, Sir. You stroked my hair and gave me little kisses on top of my head while I cried and cried. You even rocked me back and forth, like a baby, and more than once You plucked a tissue from the box beside Your chair and held it to my nose for me to blow into. The sweetness of it, the tenderness and caring, made me cry even harder, I think.

But at last I was completely wrung out, burrowed into your shoulder with my arms around Your neck as I subsided and became quiet, interrupted only by an occasional sniffle. You held one more tissue to my nose, which I snuffled into, then tossed it into the wastebasket before gently easing me up so You could look into my eyes.

“My little girl has had a very long and eventful day,” You said quietly. “Maybe enough for one day. I should take you home, I think, and give you some t–”

“Please no, Sir!” I sat bolt upright in Your lap, horrified at the thought of being separated from You. I practically fell to the floor as I scrambled out the chair and hurriedly resumed my kneeling position in front of you. “I’m so sorry, Sir! It won’t happen again, I promise! Please don’t send me away, Sir!”

My hair was in complete disarray, my eyes red and puffy and my face still wet with tears. I must have been a thoroughly unattractive sight to You, Sir. But I must also confess that within seconds of taking my position again my arousal had returned with full force. Kneeling before You, looking up at You, offering myself to You, begging You… If anything, my storm of emotions had left me even more vulnerable and open to You, Sir. More completely surrendered to You.

How could you already understand me so well, Sir? You slipped out of your chair so that you too were kneeling and we were face to face. You took me in your arms and whispered, “Such a good girl.” Then you pulled back and looked into my eyes as you lowered your hands and began to gently pinch my nipples.

Then much less gently, making me gasp out loud. Then–

Damn it! I lost track of the time again and nearly got caught down on all fours by the Kellys – all four of them, including their two kids. I barely had time to get to my feet and pull down my skirt before they came in. Once again I did not have time to pull up my pantyhose so I waddled somewhat as I walked over to greet them.

But of course it didn’t matter, as I almost immediately excused myself so that I could strip, kneel and call You, Sir.

But You weren’t there when I called, Sir, and I didn’t know what to do. Should I stay in position and keep trying? But I couldn’t, Sir. The Kellys were waiting for me to take them out to see some houses. And I felt that I couldn’t skip ahead to the next step of masturbating through my panties for You without having spoken to You. So, feeling deeply frustrated and unfulfilled, I got dressed again and took the Kellys out to see the houses they were interested in.

I’m glad it was a nice day and I was able to keep the car windows open, Sir. I was afraid that the odor of my sex and my wet and all-too-fragrant panties would have been overwhelming. It felt so completely strange to be outside in the ‘real’ world again after all the hours in my office focused on nothing but You, Sir, and what I have become at your hands. I felt as if I were playing a role, and very unconvincingly at that: pretending to be or to care about anything other than being Your possession. I squirmed in my seat, aching to rush back to the office, to get down on all fours to write about You, to strip and kneel for You, to call You – oh, to call You and hear Your voice again! – to masturbate for You and be nothing but Your little slut again.

It was so hard, Sir!