Visit With Mistress Ch. 02

We walked to the living room area and I asked if she would like a fire built, she nodded and I quickly set to work on the task. Once the fire caught I stood to offer her a glass of wine, only to find her huddled on the couch sound asleep. I sighed loudly more out of disappointment than anything and walked to the chest to get a blanket. I covered her, and walked to the kitchen.

I retrieved a beer from the fridge and walked out onto the deck. The rain had stopped, for the moment, and while the sky was still cloudy and gloomy the temperature was on the rise. I leaned across the railing and nursed my beer. I wondered what had been troubling Mistress Veronica so much and why she seemed so reluctant to talk to me. I worried that somehow I had broken her trust again but didn't see how that was possible. I thought of the panties she had given me on my last visit, how I had come to get them, the punishment I had endured for having them in the first place and also how she has used them against me while we were apart.

My mind drifted back to last week and the screaming text message that woke me from a deep sleep at 5 am. Mistress had arrived and was safe and she would text me with further instructions. I had no idea what further instructions consisted of but I was sure she wouldn't leave me waiting long.

That day was hectic to say the least. I was to tour 4 of the 9 buildings, in the area, for Canton Brothers, Inc, with the understanding that not only was I checking the buildings for security issues and trying to come up with a better proposal to enhance it but that I too was going to be under careful scrutiny. The day consisted of many notes, a few hours of drive time and about a million steps. By 2 o clock my nerves were frazzled and I was famished. I plugged the final address into my GPS and headed in that direction. I saw a little mom and pop diner along my route and decided this was as good as any other place to eat. I sat ordered a burger, fries and chocolate shake and checked my phone while I waited. I had two missed calls and 4 text messages. My heart sunk when I realized all were from Mistress Veronica.

Boy, you surely remember my parting gift to you. You are to wear them when you get home tonight, wear them and nothing else. Think of Me

My mind went in an instant whirl of activity. Surely she couldn't be serious. I was to wear her panties. I wasn't even sure I could fit them let alone wear them. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I continued through my phone.

Remember to think of me while you have them on

Cripes; I thought how could I not think about her. She was on my mind since I found her note. She was in New York for God sakes and I was stuck here listening to the drone security people give me the high points of the systems in place. I was missing her like crazy and wondering how she was fairing at her meetings

Text me boy

My heart sunk further as I looked at the timestamp, which was two hours earlier in the day. My hand was shaky, my heart was hammering and I could feel the line of sweat roll down the small of my back. I quickly called my voice mail and listened to the messages.

"You have not texted me, boy. Surely you do not want to ignore your Mistress. Text me, or better yet call me"

I listened to the second.

"Boy the longer I wait, the angrier I get. I know you are not avoiding me, for that would be very unwise of you to do. You WILL call me when you get this"

I could feel my sweat pooling into the crack of my ass and dampen my brow, I inhaled deeply in an attempt to try and regulate my breathing which was now erratic. My hands were shaking so badly I had to physically put my phone down. I didn't know exactly what a panic attack felt like but I was pretty sure I was having one. The waitress set my meal in front of me, I jumped at the noise.

"Hey Mister, are you okay?"

I nodded and she walked away. I mopped at my face with my napkin and drank three long swallows of milkshake. I stared down at the food on my plate, my stomach rolled in silent protest. I took another swallow of shake and took several more deep breaths. I carefully read the final text message.

YOU DISAPPOINT ME BOY

Silent tears rolled down my cheeks and I quickly used my napkin to wipe them away. My stomach was on fire and my mouth was so dry I wondered if I had any spit left at all. I took another swallow of shake then stood, walked to the register, plate in hand.

"Can you please wrap this to go, please?"

The woman walked into the back and returned moments later with a large Styrofoam container. I thanked her, paid the bill and walked outside.

I was concentrating on my breathing as I walked the short distance to my car. Once inside I dug my phone from my pocket began to text.

Mistress, I am so sorry I was on the job without a break until now, is it safe to call you?"

I blew out the breath I hadn't been aware I was holding and fumbled to light a cigarette. As I drew in the smoke, my phone vibrated.

I am not happy with you at all, now is not a good time, text me when you are home for night and I will decide if I want to speak with you.

I starred at the message for a long time, before closing my phone and pitching my cigarette butt out the window. I took several deep breaths and plugged the GPS back into my lighter. I wanted to get this done and over with so I could talk to Mistress and straighten things out.

When I arrived at the address I looked around, this was by far the busiest of all the plants and the biggest I had toured thus far. I gathered my files and quickly skimmed the notes from a previous phone call in which I set up this appointment. I found my contact person and we started the tour. Halfway through, my phone vibrated deep within my pocket. I quickly looked at the display, excused myself for a moment and hurried off to the nearest bathroom.

Remember my instructions, I will allow you to call me, but text first I may not be alone.

My stomach did a quick flop as I read the message. What the hell was that supposed to mean, she might not be alone. Anger coursed through me as I read the message for a second time, we were together, I served her and how could she do this? I contemplated this as I relived myself and washed my hands. The rational side of my brain has started to kick in and I started thinking about other options to what her message could mean. She was; after all in meetings; maybe she wasn't alone because of a business associate. Maybe she had friends in New York she was hooking up with and what she had to say was better for private moments. I chuckled at myself; of course they were better in private, to my knowledge nobody knew Veronica was my Mistress, hell maybe they didn't even know she had me in her life at all. I was sure I was over reacting. I left the bathroom and walked to the hall. I apologized to Jeff and told him a bold face lie that something I ate hadn't agreed with me and my stomach was giving me issues. He nodded in understanding and we continued the tour. Potential disaster avoided.

When I walked to my car an hour later, I feet were killing me and I had a headache the size of the Grand Canyon. I dug into my glove box, popped four pain killers, chased it with some piss warm water and plugged home into the GPS.

When I arrived home two hours later, my headache had subsided and I was starving. I quickly keyed myself into my apartment, threw my keys in the dish and headed to the kitchen. The burger and fries I had ordered earlier went straight into the trash to be set out the next morning, and I rummaged my fridge. Coming up with a cold beer and left over macaroni salad was the extent of my dinner. I quickly ate, stripped out of my clothes on the way to the bathroom and stood under that water until the spray ran cold. I toweled off and walked into my bedroom. I had Mistress's panties on my nightstand. I went to them and carefully held the soft material in my hand. I contemplating just calling her and explaining that I couldn't fit into them and didn't want to damage them. I blew out a deep sigh, threw the panties on the bed and walked into the bathroom. After splashing cold water onto my face I walked back to the bedroom, retrieved my cell and texted Mistress asking permission to call.

I pulled myself from my trip down memory lane, and retreated back into the house, grabbed a second beer and walked into the living room to check on Mistress. She had completely stretched out on the couch and was softly snoring. I walked to her kissed her lightly on the head and turned the lights out on my way to the guest room. I stretched out on the bed and flipped on the TV. As I flipped from channel to channel my mind traveled back again to Mistress and her panty challenge.

I could see myself pacing the room, panties in hand anxiously awaiting Mistress to text or call. I ran the silky fabric between my fingers, my cock lunged outward. I stripped out of my shorts and tossed them on the bed. I ran the panties along my chest and down my torso stopping just above my cock, and a shudder coursed through me. My cheeks were flaming hot. I flopped onto the bed, left out a deep sigh and closed my eyes. I could picture Mistress wearing the panties I grasp in my hand. I sighed again and rose. I slipped them onto my feet and sat there looking down at them dangling there. I chuckled at myself and the situation I was in. I wanted to please Mistress Veronica in every sense of the word, I wanted to be with her, learn from her and even feel her lash. I wanted to serve her as her one and only submissive. I stood and slowly pulled the panties up and over my hips. I tucked myself inside them. They were tight and I felt like my legs were being cut off, but I was in them. I was in them for Mistress. I quickly grabbed my phone

I am wearing your panties; they are tight and growing tighter as I grow for you.

I smiled at the memory as I rolled over and reached for a cigarette. I grabbed my bag from the floor and decided now would be a good time to tend to them, now would be a good time to get my mind on anything non sexual and non erotic. As quiet as possible I began putting my clothes away. I stopped abruptly as I pulled her panties from my bag. I had washed them, and after repeated times of wearing them for my Mistress within the last two weeks the legs were now stretched to fit. I run them along my face and down my chest. I smiled wide as the thoughts screamed through my head.

Mistress had been sleeping for over an hour now, surely she wouldn't mind if I woke her.