Sub Southern Girl in Minnessota Ch. 04

Submissive Southern Girl in Minnesota, IV – The Mystery Date

Note: For those that haven’t read previous chapters first (highly recommended), and those needing a refresher. – Our Southern Girl has discovered and explored her submissive tendencies and found a Dom in an unexpected place. After a very successful mutual trial weekend, he has asked her to move in with him and our Girl is debating the choice.

Master had asked me to move in with him. My cunt said yes, my lawyer brain raised a dozen objections, and my stomach just did flip flops. As I like to do, I took a walk in the Mall of America to consider the decision. The ball hanging from my new hood piercing made any rational thinking difficult, and I had to sit after my second orgasm left a big wet spot in the middle of the Mall floor.

I finally arrived at an answer and called Master to meet me for dinner. He pushed to know my answer, but I played coy and wouldn’t reveal it. He agreed to meet at Ciao Bella in half an hour. It was along slow walk back to my car, but I avoided making another mess on a Mall floor as the ball kept bouncing on my clit with every step.

Master was already there by the time I arrived. He was seated at a rather secluded booth and stood for a grab and a kiss before having me slide into the booth next to him. He immediately wanted to know my answer, but I told him I would tell him later. He wasn’t happy with that answer but accepted it.

Master asked how the piercings were doing and I told him the story of leaving a huge wet spot in the middle of the Mall of America. He laughed out loud and squeezed my thigh before sliding my skirt up so he could play with the dangling ball.

“You are going to make we walk out of this restaurant with a big wet spot on the back of my skirt,” I scolded him.

He smiled and replied, “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

The waiter came and took our orders and Master never missed a beat with the ball.

I finally asked Master, “If I tell you my decision will you leave my cunt alone till we finish eating.”

Master thought a moment before replying, “Deal.” As he pulled his fingers from my cunt and to my lips for me to lick and suck them clean.” an act that made me as wet as his playing with my cunt.

“My apartment has three months to go on the lease. I will be at your place from the time I get off work on Friday until I must go in on Monday, and if you will set up a workstation for me, also on every snow day. I will spend Monday night through Thursday night in my apartment to which you will have a key. If you still want me in three months, I am yours.”

Master took the decision much better than I expected. He thought a moment then replied, “So on Friday night through Monday morning you are in my house, and Monday night through Friday morning I’m at your apartment?”

It took me a moment to comprehend what Master had said, I laughed and said, “Yes Sir something like that.”

Master leaned over and kissed me and replied, “For three months I will live with that, but I reserve the right to upgrade your mattress if necessary, and I need some closet space.”

I wasn’t sure if Master was kidding or not. Fortunately, the food arrived then. We continued talking over dinner about the weekend. Master promised to make another appointment for me with the Norse God masseuse, though he was noncommittal about a happy ending.

As the meal ended Master tried to convince me to go home with him, but I begged that I had prep to do for a client meeting early in the morning. Master accepted that and walked me to my car. He swept me into a lip bruising kiss, and told me to be ready at 7PM on Wednesday and look especially hot. Master would give no other details as he opened my car door, gave my ass a hard slap and helped me into my car.

Tuesday morning the alarm went off way too early. I crawled to the bathroom, used the toilet, took my soap enema, then showered. Out of the shower I released my enema, put my heels on, inserted my plug, and crawled to the kitchen to fix breakfast. I was anticipating a message from Master any minute that he was here, and I would need to rush over and kneel in front of my door to wait for his arrival, but the message never came.

All day I kept checking my messages and email for something, anything from Master, but nothing. The little ball bouncing on my clit was keeping me horny as hell, but apparently I was missing Master so much that my clerk asked what was wrong.

Finally, about 4:30 I got a message from Master. “Don’t forget tomorrow night, you have an appointment at the spa at 4:30 tomorrow, I have put in a special request for your two Norse Gods, but no happy ending. Everything you need for the evening will be in a package when you arrive back home. Wear nothing else. Looking forward to the evening, you may want to keep your Thursday schedule light and late.”

OMG, what did Master have planned? As I sat there contemplating possibilities my coworker popped into my office and quipped, “That is a boyfriend smile if I ever saw one.”

“Yes, my boyfriend just texted me, we have a mystery date for tomorrow night and he just “arranged a spa treatment for me before then.” I answered.

“Oooh, nice. What are you wearing?” She asked.

I had to admit I didn’t know, but I wasn’t going to tell her that it was whatever Master had chosen, so I kind of lied, “I don’t know yet, probably a last minute decision.”

Fortunately, she accepted that, and we dealt with the issue that she had come to see me about, though I could see her thinking about my mystery date.

I checked with my clerk and was able to clear part of Wednesday afternoon and all but one late afternoon meeting on Thursday. She had apparently overheard my conversation with my coworker, and when she confirmed the changes to my calendar, added a p.s. “Have fun.” I found out later that my mystery date was the topic of conversation at the afternoon coffee klatch.

I ordered Cajun and picked it up on the way home. I wasn’t really expecting to hear from Master, and he didn’t call. I spent the evening naked in heels, sitting on my chair’s dildo doing the research for one of tomorrow’s remaining meetings. Despite the warnings to let them heal, my fingers kept going to the new nipple piercings and bouncing the little ball on my clit.

I got so horny that I couldn’t concentrate, so I brushed my teeth, did my spankings, edged and crawled to bed. I rarely remember my dreams, but that night’s were vivid. I was on my knees sucking cock. One time I would look up and it was Master, the next time I looked it was Odin, and finally Thor was fucking my face. I woke up in a cold sweat with a big puddle in the middle of my bed, that I had to dodge the rest of the night.

I didn’t expect Master to drop by Wednesday morning, and he didn’t. I did my morning routine of enemas, edging, and breakfast. Once at work I kept watching the clock that never seemed to move. I managed to concentrate enough at the afternoon client meeting to not look like an idiot.

As I finally got to leave a got a cheerful, “Have fun,” from my clerk, and a wink and a smirk from my coworker.

The trip to the spa was much like the last visit (Ch 03), I stripped in a small room and the young girl took me in and had me lay down on a massage table where the Norse god Odin worked a warm oil into my skin relieving the tension in all my muscles but avoiding my cunt. The Asian pedicure lady seemed happy that I had quit chewing my nails and hadn’t ruined her work. The hair lady did a minor trim and color touch up to her previous work. Norse God Thor redid my make up again going over what he was doing and how I should maintain the look. He reminded me that the products he used were long lasting, so my best bet was to maintain the look and not try to change it. When he spun me around to see what he had done I saw that it was now darker and more pronounced. My lips were still the same dark red, but now outlined in black, my eye shadow and lashes were much darker and more pronounced, not goth, but hinting at it. Thor also gave me the dark warning that the mascara was tear proof.

At the checkout I discovered that Master had already paid for the visit. I got a basket of the products needed to maintain the look and a cheerful, “Have fun tonight” from the receptionist.

I grabbed a warm sub sandwich and cup of soup on the way home, I didn’t have time or inclination to cook. As I expected there was a box waiting for me when I got home. What I didn’t expect was that it was in my apartment on the table along with a dozen roses.

With some trepidation I opened the box. There was a black dress. The bottom was a short, flared leather skater skirt, the top was halter style made with two strips of silver mesh that would cover my tits without hiding them. Hanging up the dress revealed a pair of five inch heel stilettos, a pair of lace pattern thigh highs, a heavy, wide leather collar with a chain leash, and serious looking locking wrist and ankle cuffs along with the locks but no key. The final find was a large butt plug with a wide neck. Obviously, Master had plans for my ass tonight.

I took my enema, showered, shaved, and released my enema. I did a quick second enema to be sure I was clean. I had just finished dressing when I got Master’s “I am here” text. I rushed to kneel by the door, anxious for Master to see me, and for me to see him.

With my eyes down as Master opened the door the first thing I saw were his black boots and black jeans. As Master lifted my chin I saw his smile as well as his white shirt, black bow tie and black leather vest.

Master smiled as he said, “You look both beautiful and mine.”

“Thank you Sir,” was all I could respond.

Master helped me to my feet and with a handful of my ass, pulled me tight to him in another lip bruising tongue filled kiss. Master clipped my wrists together behind my back and draped my coat over my shoulders, buttoning the top button. He led me slowly and carefully down to his car, took my coat and helped me into his already warm car.