The task Mistress had left me with for a weekend was to write down on my body few things, then get dressed and go to meet Red for at least quite some time. Also, as a punishment for spoiling Her toy earlier this week, I was forbidden to play with myself until my Mistress returns. She had not left me any specific instructions about my outfit, so I was to prove myself.
Because of my last week adventures and general weariness I skipped an occassion to hang out with my roomie on Friday night, which happened to be really good idea. She came back early in the morning, totally wasted. I dare not to think, how would I have looked like after that... When I got up, she mumbled weakly from depths of her bed about some pills and some herbal tea. Well, that was then, when language barrier is so high! I gave her my painkillers and strong, black tea and left her alone. I guess it was the best I could do, though I felt bad about it. I wish I could do more.
I went down to see Red. I was curious if she did herself too, but fortunately she was just sleepy when I met her right in front of her room. She was sneaking to the kitchen, dressed in the green, fluffy dressing gown. With her hair flying and springing in all directions she looked like a willow tree after hurricane. I spooked her a little, cause I caught her totally unprepared. She looked so sweet! I cheered her and asked, if she could help me later with my studies. Fortunately she agreed, laughing, that she had had the same problem too in her first year. So I rushed back to my room to prepare.
A. intended to stay the bed nearly whole day, so I had no problems with the bathroom later. I stripped naked and put on my violet set- a push up bra and tiny thongs. Then I wrote 'cycki suki' over my breasts with CD marker, a word on each boob, then 'wlasnosc Magdy' just over the waistband (with small arrow below, to leave no doubt about what it says). And while this was rather simple, writing over my buttocks wasn't so easy to do in the mirror! Few times I had to clean the wrongly drawn letter - fortunately it was easy wiped with a nail polish remover. In the end the letters and whole words were little crooked, but the sentence 'zadek szmaty' was readable. Though correct writng 'S' and 'Z' in the mirrored view was major pain.
I felt excitement, when I wore short skirt and overknees, trying to find a blouse that will cover my tits but only so far for the letters to hide. I was not ordered to dress in any particular way, but I suspected what my Mistress meant. Y'know, it's natural to fulfill the orders quite literally, but it is only good if you are in direct contact and close supervision. It's the particualr battle of wits between the domme and the sub, to attack with orders and defend with clever following, to outsmart each other. But here, in our online relationship, it is up to me to do my Mistress' bidding not only literally, but also intentionally. And though I wasn't forbidden to wear pants and skivvy, where would be the fun with that?
When I sat over my bed with my makeup case open, A. woke up for a moment and asked if I'm going out. I answered absently that I'm just going to get help in my studies and got mumbled 'uh-huh' in return. I smiled and was just about to put on a eyeshade - I bought myself new violet set, from black to deep purple, seven colours, awesome! - when suddenly it hit me. I stopped with my hand raised.
'Why am I doing that, again?'
Well, the answer seemed pretty obvious - I followed my Mistress' order, the one I brought on my head myself and was ridiculously happy about it. But it was not about the whole write-on-my-body-and-get-caught thing. It was about makeup. And outfit. And whole appearance. And my building up arousal, butterflies-in-belly crap. I tried to ignore the doubts, turning them down as my desire to proudly represent the elegant style of my Mistress, to not embarrass her and... No.
It was about Red.
I was preparing for a bloody date!
I slowly put the hand down, still looking myself in the eye. I had the whole vision of myself ready in my head, looking stunning and tempting, walking in there with the seductive smile, moving smoothly and efficiently... Bloody hell, I was going to my colleague to learn frigging maths! J., what's the fuck up with you?!
I bit my lips and closed the makeup case. Fuck! I am up for the Red!
It was... Well, it was terrible. I hardly know her, she is older than me, she's from a differenrt culture. I'm a lesbian, she's probably not so crazy about girls. But honestly, I wanted to actually do her. And without all that dating and romantic crap, I wanted to make her scream. And her to make me scream even louder. Just like that.
Suddenly, the whole idea of meeting her seemed no so tempting anymore. I felt the writings on my body burn. And what if she actually is interested in girls? What if we end up in some warm and cozy place, where she'll see that I am owned bitch? The worst part of it was the writing below my belly - I really didn't want to show her, that my pussy does not in fact belong to me...
Damn, you J.! What are you thinking? Just go there and do what you were said to!
I punt on the makeup, but no bananas - just an ordinary one, maybe bit more careful. And coloured. For a moment I considered actually taking the sweater, but the dorm is really warm and I didn't want to sweat. I took only black scarf and went down to meet my destiny.
Red was there, sitting in simple jumper and shorts. Her hair were still mess, only clamped at the top, glasses hanging on the end of pointy nose. She looked at me and I could swear she blushed. Her roomies were there too and greeted me. I stood there, my heart raging, my face blushing, my belly burning. I barely held the books in my hands. Red smiled at me. There were only two chairs, both taken, so she sat me on her bed, at the table. I suddenly felt incredibly stupid. I normal case it wouldn't be a problem, but now... I took my books and asked her to help me figure out few things.
Next two hours we had passed at learning. It was really helpful, though I could barely focus. I was toying with my scarf, biting and pulling it involountarily, trying to cover my suddenly too generous cleavage. Red smelled nicely, the shock of her hair flied everywhere - it have to be bloody annoying - and I couldn't take my eyes off her long, green-nailed fingers. I wanted to hold them and put them under my blouse, to pull of her jumper and grab those perky titties of hers, bite them, squeeze them, suck them...
YES!!
'You allright?' I heard her voice. I shook my head and smiled.'I guess I'm tired', I replied and crossed my fingers to keep them from trembling. In a whim I understood my Mistress' viscious plan. I sat next to the babe I wanted to screw badly, with my body marked with humiliating signs of my nature and ownership. I was branded as a bitch, slut and someone's plaything, sitting here sweating and twisting in silent agony.
I was just about to stand up, when Red stretched and yawned. It was dark outside.
'We're going to the camera. Wanna hang out?' she asked me suddenly. I freezed. Was she asking me out? The other girls encouraged me and I agreed, totally confised. 'But what camera?' I asked stupidly. It happened to be the name of the cafe with - apperantly - the best chocolate in the city. They asked me if A. would go too, but I said she had not looked good in the morning and that I doubt. We were to set off in an hour.
I rushed to my room and tried to calm down. I was asked for a bloody date. Well, not clearly a date, but... Now, hold your horses, J. It's not just you and Red, the other guys will be there too. I tried to breathe calmly, but to no avail. I was still nervous and INCREDIBLY horny. I thought about wiping off the writings, but then... I pushed that thought away. The won't be seen unless I strip and there were no chance for that, so why should I? It's still part of the game...
We went out. It was cold, windy and bit snowy. Snow! I saw it for the first time in my life, like, for real. The girls were bitchin' for the weather, but I was happy - it was the first time I saw the Winter. It was not like I have imagined, but Red assured me, that this is just prelude. It will vanish in a day or two and then the real thing will come. Nevertheless I was glad to see it with my own eyes. Also, the strong wind brought in the fresh, clean air, cleaning a bit the old, polluted air of the city.
We got to the cafe, full of the people at the time. We chatted, bit like at the party, but now I could understand more, because girls talked slower and to my amusement, mostly in English. I was grateful for that and in turn tried to speak Polish, but even though girls cheered me a lot, it still made stupid spelling mistakes and my grammar was still awful. It was really pleasant evening. The girls were all kind and really nice - I guess I made new friends tonight :)
But the most surprising part was yet to come.
When Mouse and Cat - it was my first involoutarily thought the moment I saw those girls - went to the restroom, we were alone with the Red for a moment. I felt awkward, because I didn't really knew what to say. I sipped the chocolate - white, with strawberries: awesome! - and watched the people, whe suddenly Red giggled.
'May I ask you something?'. I was startled 'Shoot.', I replied.
'Well... I'm just curious. What do you have written on your breasts?'
I freezed. I blushed. My heart stopped then suddenly raced as if it would break free. My hands were shaking so badly I had to hold them between my legs. I instantly pulled my bloody scarf, which slipped and shown the top of the letters, protruding just a bit from my cleavage.
'Nothing.' I replied quickly. Too quickly. My face nearly burned away. I frantically looked for some credible story.'I... I just lost a bet.' Phew. That should do.
'A bet?' What did you do?'
'We... We were arguing with my friend about the movie.' Damn, that was stupid! But I had to improvise. 'And she won and made me write something on my boobs for a day.'
'Come on! What's does it say?' she teased me, laughing. I wanted to die. Seriously. I wanted to close my eyes and make it all vanished. Instead I was sitting there with the hottest girl in my dorm, smiling at me kindly and asking me about my bloody shame! FUCK! J., what have you done?!
Red teased me for a while and then, suddenly I looked her straight in the eye and smiled wickedly.
'Promise you won't tell? Anyone, especially A.'
'Promise.'
I looked around if nobody watched and pulled the collar of my blouse slightly, revealing my 'bitch's tits'. Red gasped loudly then chuckled, covering her mouth. I felt sudden relief. I don't know, what I was expecting, but her friendly laughter made me a bit more confident. I hid the writing and asked Red again not to tell anyone.
Obviously ;)
We were home before midnight, after a long walk and a few drinks later. I remembered not to waste myself again, so I got back relatively sober. As I laid in my bed that night, I thought it was life's irony, that I spent the whole afternoon and evening with three girls, from who only the one, the most imortant one noticed my secret. I thought about her long into night, stroking gently my body, trying at all costs avoiding my pussy. My stomach was again on fire, I felt an unbearable tingling deep inside me. Next time I'll have to use some cuffs to keep myself from touching... I drifted off, dreaming of smooth body, full of freckles and fire.
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