Special excerpt ... just for my subscribers

As I have discovered...just like many other authors, I have my finger in many pies and have at least 5 works in progress...just for all of you...this is an excerpt of one of the five I am currently working on, titled "Sir's Guest."...Please be aware...this is yet to be edited....one more thing...it is intentional when referencing her Sir that capitalization is used...apart from being honorific, it is respectful between a submissive and her Dominant.

SIR’S GUEST

Today started the same as every other day, albeit a little later than usual because I’d slept through my phone alarm. I sent a message through messenger and said “Good Morning” to my gorgeous Sir. I hated the fact that He’d had to leave the country for a six month stint to the US for his company and the only way I could communicate with Him at present was to send Him text messages or messages through Facebook, and of course the odd phone call here and there.

I couldn’t join Him yet. I had to serve out my notice at work and had some personal matter to tie up before I could book my flight. He’d been gone now for a few weeks and I was missing Him so badly, it physically hurt. I was hoping with the time difference He wouldn’t notice I had not woken at the usual time. I should have known better. Once I’d wished Him a good morning, His reply came immediately, berating me for my tardiness.

“You’re late. Set your alarm half an hour earlier tomorrow morning.” Our morning conversation then took on a decidedly different tone altogether when I received the next message from Him. “You will be receiving a guest this weekend.” My heart rate rose upon seeing those words on my screen. A guest? Is this an added punishment for my tardiness? Before I could ask, He sent me another message. “You will make yourself available to him at all times. Understood?” My blood pressure rose dangerously high. He knew He was pushing my limits by advising me I was to cater for a guest. But I didn’t want to disappoint Him by challenging His directions. Especially if it was intended as punishment for what I thought was a minor aberration. So I waited. Before long, I received another message. “You are to continue to have breakfast as directed and have a light lunch before you prepare a hearty evening meal. I expect you to follow this daily. I know you are sometimes forgetful as far as meals are concerned. Your visitor will arrive at precisely at five o’clock on Friday afternoon, and will stay until noon on Sunday. You are to have a nice cold bourbon ready for his arrival. Three-finger pour over ice---no mixers. You will wear the white corset ensemble. Understood?” My heart rate climbed through the roof as I let the words glaring at me on my laptop sink in. What the fuck? “Answer Me!” Oh my God---Now I knew He was angry. He’d used an exclamation mark.

“Yes, Sir. Understood.” My fingers were shaking as they touched the keys to reply. “Sir---May I ask a question?”

“No, you may not.” He shut me down. I knew nothing about this “visitor” I was to be receiving, or if it had anything to do with punishment. As I bit my lip in anxiousness, all sorts of thing were entering my mind. He knew I didn’t like the idea of being intimate with a third person, but He also knew I would want to please Him, and if entertaining another person was what He ordered, I would be accommodating to His demands, regardless if it was punishment or solely just an order. But the white corset ensemble? That was His favourite. Why would He ask me to wear it for someone else? I was risking further punishment, but I needed to ask questions.

“I understand I should be punished for sleeping through my alarm, but I feel a guest is an extreme punishment that does not fit the crime committed. White corset ensemble is Your personal favourite. I was under the impression that ensemble was only for You, Sir.” I waited, biting my lip anxiously for His response.

“Are they questions? They appear to be observant statements.” Damn Him.

“Am I receiving extra punishment by way of hosting a guest? Why have You ordered I wear the white corset ensemble?”

“You are not being punished by receiving My guest. That is My order. Your punishment for not waking on time is to set your alarm half an hour earlier tomorrow morning as I have already pointed out. I do not like having to repeat myself. And I will be expecting your usual morning greeting when you do wake. The white corset ensemble is, as you have pointed out, one of the outfits I favour, however, it shows you off at your best, and I want you to be at your best. Now---punishment for asking questions, when you were not given permission to do so, will be six slaps on each side of your delectable little derriere, and will be administered by My guest in my absence. Understood?” Crap! Six slaps on each---slap meant hand, thank God. If He’d mentioned whip, I’d have been in all sorts of trouble and a whole world of pain.

“Understood, Sir.” Then I gasped out loud when I received his next message.

“There are strict rules to be observed and none of them are negotiable.” My stomach tightened with apprehension. I needed to talk to Him.

“May I ring You, Sir?”

“No, it’s late and I will be retiring for the night shortly.” My spirits plummeted. I needed to hear His voice and His refusal hurt. Then I realized why He’d rejected my request when I received His next message. “Rule One. You will prepare the hearty evening meal in advance---something that can be easily warmed. Rule two. You are to receive a copy of My guests’ test results immediately on his arrival and provide me with a copy without delay before you greet him in the same manner you would greet Me on arrival…” Seriously? I was to be on my knees with my mouth ready to take his cock? I kept reading the rest of His rules, with a frown creasing my forehead and my lips tightening with a little show of defiance that I knew full well He couldn’t see. “Rule three. You are to activate ALL the cameras, including the audio, at exactly four fifty five sharp to enable Me to have a live feed---and turn the volume on the audio to the highest setting so you may hear Me if I should decide to interject at any point. Rule four. Take the lock off the toy box and leave the lid open. You are to remove the large ceramic butt plug, all whips and suspension hemp ropes. All other items are to remain and may or may not be used at the discretion of My guest for the duration of his visit. Rule five. You will address My guest as Mr Smith. I am your Sir---he is not. My guest has also been advised of all rules to be observed in detail. Understood?” My mouth hung open as I looked at the words on the screen and my mind screamed in protest. No---I do not understand! My shaking fingers typed a one word response.

“Understood.” I didn’t understand why He was ordering me to do this, or why He’d organized a guest. I had been provided with no information about my impending visitor, and a little fear was starting to manifest in the pit of my stomach.

“You will be safe, Cara…” My eyes started to well with tears at the gentleness now appearing in His message and the use of His pet name for me, along with the ability to realize the fear would be starting to build inside of me. “I know Mr Smith very well. You will not be in any danger. I have gone too long without seeing the pleasure contort your beautiful body and I need to see you in the throes of ecstasy. I need this, Cara---I have missed that---I have missed you.” Tears were now streaming down my cheeks unchecked. I had been apprehensive fearing He was fighting some internal battle within himself over a decision of whether or not to release me. Now at least I did understand…at least, in part.