Waiting For Mistress

i wake up, crawl out of the bed and present to my Mistress Haley as She has always directed; slipping out of my nightshirt and kneeling, naked on the floor. My ankles crossed behind (a position i had thought uncomfortable at the beginning, now no longer enters my consciousness), my wrists crossed, my back straight, chest thrust out…rings dangling from my nipples…and, of course, thighs wide open. i look up, into the soft chair where my Mistress might sit if She were here…into the shadow where Her eyes might be…and speak the words i have said countless times before: “Good morning, Mistress!” as if She were actually sitting there.A moment longer, a deep sigh…my head slowly hangs. It has been a long time since She has been there.i pull on shorts and T-shirt and step into the exercise room to stretch and exercise. Forty-five minutes of vigorous spinning later, i walk to the weight rack. It şişli escort is my responsibility to keep myself fit for Her, to please Her. Everything is about pleasing Her. A quick breakfast, coffee, then water.Showered, legs shaved, dried, hair fixed, makeup done, i walk naked to the lingerie drawer. What should i wear today? Another deep sigh. What would She have me wear, if She were here? i brighten a little at the thought. Pulling out a purple-hued pushup bra, i fasten it carefully and smile at my reflection in the mirror…my breasts, though modest, are still full and high. i take out a pair of similarly-colored stockings, a matching garter belt, and panties, giggling slightly at the idea of putting panties on BECAUSE my Mistress wanted it. i put the garter belt on and slide the stockings carefully up my legs, luxuriating with the feel of the fine denier nylon against my smooth mecidiyeköy escort skin. i pick up the panties…and hesitate…did She mention once about wanting me to wear a butt plug? i sigh again, knowing She might not call; but i want to please Her, everything i do or think is about pleasing Her.Going to the drawer where i keep all my toys, i choose a stainless plug with a purple jewel, a good choice i think, then pump a little lube onto the tip….The plug goes in…not easily, but it’s a familiar friend. i feel the fullness of the plug in my ass, then look at myself in the mirror, see the jewel winking between the smooth globes of my ass cheeks, and know Mistress would be pleased. i slide the panties on over the garter belt (so they can easily removed without taking the stockings off) and pull them up to cover my bare mound, decorated only with the twin labia rings i have had for years. Then i pad over to the closet and pull out my seven-inch platform heels. i want to look my best for Mistress Haley…if She should call…The laptop is before me, on a low table as normal. i get my cushion positioned, and re-assume my presentation position. A little more constricted now, on my knees with my high heels under my panty-covered bottom, my wrists crossed behind my back. Once more i thrust out my purple-covered breasts…relax into the position…and wait.It’s been a while since Mistress called me.i worry sometimes, that i haven’t been pleasing enough in the past. That i wandered too much, caused Her too much heartache and worry. i took Her collar willingly…and happily…but i know i have strayed, and made Her angry. When She made me a Slave, it was such a happy day! She even changed my name to honor Her. Vanessa i had been, but Haleys4everslave i became. And yet, my own needs, sometimes, the need and hunger for younger girls, the desire to be used by other Dommes…has often clouded my mind. i know She has been cross with me, more than once.