I like Fridays - they are usually free or almost free (only one class every other week) and the day startead easily as usual. A. rushed hurriedly, cursing at the late hour. I lied down silently, pretending to sleep, just not to anger her anymore. She is really upset lately, I guess it is beacuse of her boyfriend.
Old saying goes 'idle hands are devil's playground'... I stroked my boobs for a while, trying to ease the tension on my hurting nipples. The worst are barbells - I love playing with them, but during prolonged denial they beacem unbearable - though I don't want to remove them, not to damage the piercings... Once the door went shut, I sprang out of my bed to take cold shower - it usually helped. So was this time, but... Not for long :/
Just a brief relief.
I had to focus on a something. I cleaned the room, toroughly, I made my nails with some nice, fancy pattern, I skipped through an 'Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.' episode (the series sucks, BTW. like, srsly), I shaved clean (working my fanny was really hard without disturbing her...) and generally tried not to think about things that could go just WRONG today. Or maybe not so wrong... Maybe, Red actually... BRAIN, STAHP!Then I couldn't just sit down anymore. I dressed up and went down to meet my... well, date. So to say.
Red was there. Alone. Sitting in her cute, fluffy robe, sipping something hot, looking absolutely lovely, sweet and sexy. My throat went instantly dry, when she yawned and stretched, her robe parted and revealed a bit too much... I felt my legs trembling, I folded my arms to hide them shaking. She smiled and asked when I intend to leave. We agreed to leave at 4 PM, so I rushed to prep myself.
I had not any specific instructions about my writings, so I did the same words again, only this time in different way. I didn't want Red to spot them easily, and giving that I was to show myself to her... i wrote "cycki suki" just below my nipples, in rounded lines, then "wlasnosc Magdy" just over my slit, so I could hide it inside panties, except maybe low-cut ones. The worst were words "zadek szmaty" i had to write on my buttocks. I did it with small, crooked letters little over my hips, with small arrows at the beginning and at the end, to show the point of interest. I aimed to hide it with panties' waistband and... I did it. Phew. Hope it would be enough....
The evening was pleasant, not even cold. We went for a walk, chatting and enjoying free time. Fridays are rare occassions when we both are free, so I savored every moment. She was curious of my life in Oz, I asked her about living here a lot. We dumped the outlet idea an went to the mall, so we could just take a break and sit somewhere to talk.
Xmas time... Hell of a people inside, but we managed to slip into few places. We hanged around few popular stores like H&M or Reserved, just looking through casual stuff. Then Red took me to Oysho and my heart went crazy.
You know, usually Red is not like that, but she has that subtle something which makes everyone around want to cuddle her. She is touchingly sweet, helpless and cute, she loves fluffy things, pyjamas with teddy bears and flowery dresses... Little girl, never grown up. If felt strangely warm and fuzzy inside, to watch her move between shelves and squealing with watery eyes over some bunny slippers. I simply wanted to hug and kiss her. When she had shown me the lacy nightie, I was totally obsessed with the idea. She went out of the changing room with bit sad face - the nightie was perfect, but too expensive, so with sad face she put it away... And then I did it. I hugged her, kissed her cheek and said we would see about it. She was surprised, but took it as a joke and hugged me too. And then... I felt I'm totally wet. Like, I mean it, literally leaking. I was hardly able to let her go and she asked if I'm allright, blushing and heart beating!
We left, but I remembered to check back here.
Next stop: Intimissimi. The same store in which I did my first task. I told her I need to fill some gaps in my lingerie and such, so we dug after some stuff. After a while I asked for help to choose between two sets of black, lacy corsets with garters and matching panties. We took it just for fun, though I liked the idea... But strangely I wasn't turned on. It was all pleasant and fine, but not very arousing. When Red also found something herself, we were gone for changing rooms.
When I closed the curtain, I suddenly stopped and calmed. I stood there, looking myself in the eye. I was red on my face, I felt warm moisture between my legs, girl of my dreams was nearly naked just behind the thin wall and at last I was free to do anything I wanted.
And I just stood there, motionless. Watching my lips tremble, my eyes sudddenly filled with tears.
I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It... it was just...
FUCK!!!
I realized what was happening. I took a quick glance into my panties and...
It was bloody mess. Literally bloody.
Friday. 13th. It just had to be like that...
This couldn't be much worse!
The whole idea went to crap, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. I didn't even bother trying to change, I wanted to die. I sobbed quietly and clenched my teeth. I hate the world!!!Red talked something while I was fighting the bloody ruin. When we got out, she instantly realized something was wrong. It wasn't too hard, given my makeup was wasted and my eyes red. We walked out and with breaking voice I told her I have to go to the restroom. She walked me there and when I was done with my things, she waited with few pills and heartily smile. Now it was her turn to return the hug. She asked me calmly, if I want to go home. I took a deep breath and relaxed a bit, even managed to produce weak smile. I shook my head and asked her if we could just sid down for a while/ We sat in the cafe, we took hot chocolate and just sat there talking. Red smiled all the time, with her freckled face radiating with compassion. We sat there for like two hours and after that I made my decision. I left her for few minutes and returned with small package.
I just couldn't help myslef. I bought her the nightie she was so freaked about. She tried to protest, but I dismissed her, explaining, that I owe her for her time, her help and for ruined party. And when she wanted to repay me, I just told her I would gladly see her with just that on, to see if it is really that perfect. She laughed and told me she'll see to it.
Just my imagination...
We went back to the dorm and when I got to my room, the first thing was mailing my Mistress about my failure. Then I climbed into my bed, curled and bit my pillow, crying out of frustration and pain - my stomach started it's killing campaign. It seemed that this month I won't be able to walk again...I'm sorry Mistress. Not this time.
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