Anniversary

I have little information on what to make a guess on:
  Need $400 dollars, with at least $100 being available as cash
  Need to take Friday off
  Should wait around in the apartment on Friday until something happens.
And that, really, is all I know.

I toyed with various ideas (renting a hotel room somewhere, or a lodge at Bear mountain or something) but then I realised that you may not have enough spare vacation to take Friday off yourself... which raised an intriguing point....

So my mind started working... on Thursday night you go out drinking with your friend and later call me and order me naked. You turn up and we do normal stuff (food, tied up, flogging, watch TV - well normal for us :-)) and then we go to bed. I get chained up; you don't want to play chess for that privilege tonight.

In the morning you free me partially and on a leash take me into the bathroom where I pee, wash, shave; all the while you are watching me. You then take me back to the bedroom and chain me up again; spread eagle and with the spandex hood on. Then you go and get dressed. Instead of freeing me... you kiss me through the hood, give my nipples a painful tweak and go to work... leaving me blindfolded, unable to free myself, unable to do anything except lie there.

This is why you wanted me to take the day off.

I have no idea if you are coming back at lunchtime or that evening. I am assuming lunchtime so that I can eat and perform toilet stuff, and take on water so I don't dehydrate too much.. but since I am wearing the hood and it is a VERY effective blindfold I have no idea of the time. You didn't even leave the radio on, so I can't tell what the time is from that.

I drift in and out of sleep, unsure of the time, being entertained by the car alarms outside because it's at least _some_ variation and input.

Eventually I hear the door open and I know you've returned. Good thing as well, 'cos I need to pee. You enter the bedroom and ask me if I'm OK, and when you hear my "Yes Mistress, but I need to pee" response you say "Maybe..." and I can hear the evil grin in the tone of your voice. I guess you then prepare food 'cos I can hear plates and stuff in the kitchen. Eventually I feel the bed move as you lean on it, and you kiss me through the hood and release my arms, then my legs... and then take the hood off me and order me to take care of my needs.

I catch a glance of the clock as I walk past and see it's actually 3pm; you worked through lunch and left work early! Food eaten dog fashion at your feet and then you order me to clean up and dress. Now I'm feeling a little disoriented; a long day already and it's still early and we still haven't spent the money. I notice a large bag; you must have left that at work on Thursday so as not to alert me to it earlier. Hmm.

We watch another video (one you brought over yourself) and then we leave. I notice you put some chains and locks in your bag before hand. Head into Manhatten and I follow you as we change lines and then walk... and suddenly I realise we are at Justines. Now the money makes a form of sense; you intend to use the cash as tips to the house Dommes while they do nasty things to me!

I'm nervous as we sit there and you look over the special menu. Quickly you decide that I should be in the dog cage while you decide further what should be done with me. You remove my glasses and then, on the leash, I'm led to the cage, crawl inside and have the door closed and locked after me. The house Domme raps a few times on the cage with her crop, making me jump, and you smile down at me, enjoying seeing me caged up.

You move back to our table and sit in a way that you can see the cage and keep an eye on me. You start a discussion with the Domme, presumably discussing the menu items, limits, how you will ensure my safety. I can't hear any of this and can't even see you properly, but I can feel the eyes of other patrons on me as I'm displayed in my cage, as they walk past to the toilet, as they eat their meals.

For a moment, I fear I'm going to be fed inside the cage as well, but instead I'm freed. You then lock my cuffs behind my back and feed me morsels of your dinner. Afterwards, you mention you know what you are having for desert. I look at you, enquiringly and you grin evilly and tell me that I'll find out.

Again, I am led on the leash, with hands still cuffed, up to the stage, where you remove my top, and then you and the Domme chain me to the cross. My trousers are still on. I don't anticipate being flogged, because the screams may annoy the other diners, and indeed that doesn't happen. Instead I'm blindfolded and suddenly my back is on fire. Ice! Wax! I gasp in pain and immediately you are there asking if I'm OK. I gasp out a "yes Mistress" and you reassure me that I won't be long. My arms are next.

How long this lasts I have no idea, but then my hair is yanked back and you kiss me firmly on the lips. I'm let down and led back to the table. When I've recovered, you pay the bill and leave. We journey home, with me a little dazed, snuggling into your arms.

Of course, now you need satisfying, so my next task of the day is to bring you to orgasm. You've been so excited by the evening that this doesn't take long, and you go for a second one. This time it's harder and I almost wish you didn't try; it would be a shame to end such a wonderful day with the frustration of no orgasm! But eventually you get there and shudder happily, and I lie down next to you, tired and happy.

You sense this and we sleep almost vanilla (as much as one can in collar and cuffs :-)). Saturday we rise and you pack your stuff. Because of the cruddy train schedule you decide to take a bus, and I come with you up to the bridge and wait for the bus with you.

As for what's in the large bag? I have no idea; it's something you had delivered to work on Friday that you were taking home, and nothing to do with the scene at all!