Gelato for Mistress?
Who: Veronika and Rory
Where: Veronika's house
When: Late on Saturday night (5 Feb)
What: Reuniting of Mistress and submissive.
Rating: ...Do I really need to say?
It had been a bit of a rush, making sure she was prepared to see her Mistress once more. Face flushed from the memories and the fact that she had pretty much ran the last part of her journey here, bag containing cioccolato all’arancia gelato held tightly in her hands. She probably should of made contact before now, since she got back from caring for her mother, hell! The number of times she had spotted the older woman around Liberty University but hadn't approached her was ridiculous.
'That's because you didn't want to call her Mistress potentially in front of your students.' her mind calmly pointed out as she walked up the steps to the door, 'They'd ask you more about that than Thermodynamics then!'
Muttering her safe word, Francis (it seemed ironic now that she was possibly getting somewhere again with the Frenchman but she had used it since the start of this...affair so surely a bit late to change it?), a few times under her breath, she knocked on the door two times before taking the usual submissive stance. Head bowed, eyes on the ground, with hands and feet together. It really was like nothing had change.
Except that pigtails and tartan pinafores of before had been replaced with short hair and a smart suit (courtesy of Gilbert) of course.
Where: Veronika's house
When: Late on Saturday night (5 Feb)
What: Reuniting of Mistress and submissive.
Rating: ...Do I really need to say?
It had been a bit of a rush, making sure she was prepared to see her Mistress once more. Face flushed from the memories and the fact that she had pretty much ran the last part of her journey here, bag containing cioccolato all’arancia gelato held tightly in her hands. She probably should of made contact before now, since she got back from caring for her mother, hell! The number of times she had spotted the older woman around Liberty University but hadn't approached her was ridiculous.
'That's because you didn't want to call her Mistress potentially in front of your students.' her mind calmly pointed out as she walked up the steps to the door, 'They'd ask you more about that than Thermodynamics then!'
Muttering her safe word, Francis (it seemed ironic now that she was possibly getting somewhere again with the Frenchman but she had used it since the start of this...affair so surely a bit late to change it?), a few times under her breath, she knocked on the door two times before taking the usual submissive stance. Head bowed, eyes on the ground, with hands and feet together. It really was like nothing had change.
Except that pigtails and tartan pinafores of before had been replaced with short hair and a smart suit (courtesy of Gilbert) of course.