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CATEGORY: Picture.

Inspired by the picture "Crouched".

Despite the similarity in title and genre, this story and its
characters are intended to be entirely independent of my previous
picture entry, "Waiting".

487 words, excluding title, copyright notice, and introductory
notes.

                         Waiting, Take Two

           Copyright 2004  sswitcher at yahoo dot com


We have never met in person, but we have been planning this playdate
for weeks.  We have exchanged dozens of emails, carefully negotiating
all the various details.  Today is the appointed day.  I leave for
Mistress's apartment in good time.  I have very specific instructions
as to how to gain access, and exactly what I am to do once inside.

                          ---oOo---

The only surprise was how dark the playroom was.  Deep-pile black
carpet, black wallpaper, black paintwork, and a single black wooden
chair on which I placed my neatly-folded clothes.  I closed the heavy
velvet curtains, and took up the silk scarf and disposable ear plugs
that had been left for me.  Planning my next movements carefully, I
inserted the ear plugs, switched off the lights, moved swiftly to the
approximate centre of the now completely-dark room, blindfolded myself
with the scarf, and knelt, adopting the required position.

                          ---oOo---

I have no idea how long I have been waiting now.  I thought I heard the
door open or close a while ago, but I could not be sure.  Surely now,
someone else is here with me.  I can hear their breathing ... but no,
perhaps it is just my own.

                          ---oOo---

I continue to wait, and my nipples harden and brush subtly against the
soft, luxurious carpet as I recall the commands from Mistress's last
email. I am to maintain the position in complete silence, regardless of
what happens next.  I might have to wait patiently for hours, or
perhaps for only a few minutes.  There was a long list of things that
might be done to me.  I could be spanked, or paddled, or caned, or
whipped.  I could have hot wax dripped over me.  My pussy or asshole
could be used by anonymous persons who I would not even see. And I must
not change position, or utter a sound, until given permission.

                          ---oOo---

My pussy feels quite wet now, and I long to reach back there and finger
myself.

Wait!  I think I can feel someone probing there!

As instructed, I quickly raise my hips and part my knees to allow
easier access - but no, either they withdrew, or there was no-one there
to begin with.  

                          ---oOo---

Sometime - minutes, or hours? - later, I'm roused with a start from a
dreamlike state that I must have fallen into.  Despite the ear plugs,
I'm sure that I heard the loud crack of a singletail.  I steel myself
for another crack, and a blow ... but long minutes pass and nothing
happens.

                          ---oOo---

I imagine Mistress gently removing the blindfold, shielding my eyes
from the sudden rush of light.  She holds me reassuringly, strokes my
hair, and praises me for my patience and obedience ... but I open my
eyes and find the blindfold is still there.  I must continue to endure.

                          ---oOo---

How much longer am I to wait like this?  What other punishments, real
or imaginary, must I suffer?