A Saturday Like Any Other
It was a Saturday like any other, nothing out of the ordinary happened.
Henry got out of bed at exactly 8:30 in the morning, took a warm, relaxing shower, shaved, and then proceeded downstairs for a hearty breakfast, dressed in nothing but his underwear. As he sat by the kitchen counter, warm toast in hand, he glanced at his phone, the guardian of his routine.
While he considered himself an extremely well-organized person, he wasn’t much for remembering things on his own. His short-term memory was just atrocious, so he left it all at the hands of technology. The daily planner reminded him of everything that was important, and nothing was ever added to it that didn’t qualify.
It was his day off from work, so there were fewer entries than usual waiting to be read. The first was a note about the last game in the basketball playoffs. The second simply said: Call Lisa.
“Who the hell is Lisa?” He muttered to himself. He was sure he knew no one by that name, but his phone had never led him astray before. He scrolled through the contact list and there she was, her name written in capital letters and with a winking emoji next to it. While he did not know what to expect, he did as his planner told him to.
The phone beeped twice, and then there was nothing but static. It crackled in his ears as if it were coming from an alternate dimension far, far away. Henry’s eyes drooped as the familiar numbing sound enveloped him completely, telling him to relax and go to sleep again.
* * *
Lisa laid down the phone and looked down. Why wasn’t she dressed yet? It was almost 9:15. Mistress Angel would be there at any moment and she had to look good. She left the kitchen in a hurry and disappeared inside her walking closet, looking for the perfect combo to greet her.
She found it in a long-sleeved black faux leather bodycon dress. It stressed her curves perfectly. Mistress Angel loved that, and she loved her so much. She freshened her make-up and her heart leaped with joy when the doorbell rang.
Mistress Angel was a mid-forties bleached blonde, petite woman – only five feet three in heels compared to Lisa’s six-two – but she always made her feel small. The moment she opened the door, her piercing blue-green eyes overwhelmed her completely, forcing her to drop to her knees and kiss her thigh-high boots.
“Good morning, slave,” her owner said. Usually, she dispensed such greetings and got right down to business, but she was in a good mood that day and that was always a good thing.
“Good morning, Mistress.” Lisa gulped as her tongue worshiped every inch of her soles, tears of happiness rolling down her eyes. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“As you should be. Stand up and follow me. We need to go through your assignments for today.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Lisa trailed behind her like a loving puppy desperate for more attention, Mistress Angel’s presence dominating her from top to bottom. It was a feeling she treasured above everything else, rendering her completely helpless. In the distant past, she had tried to resist it, but the pain of doing so had been unbearable. Now, she just obeyed her supreme will, happy to have no thoughts of her own.
Mistress sat on her sofa and handed her a couple of pictures. They were all of the same man, a greasy Texan oil tycoon, and his equally abhorrent friends, people without scruples but with fat cocks that needed to be satisfied no matter what.
“You are to please all of them during the yacht ride this afternoon, got it? They’ll pay extra if you swallow so be sure to savor every drop. I want my money.”
“Yes, Mistress. It will be my pleasure to give it to you.”
“You’re a good girl, Lisa. I’m sure you’ll make me proud. And when you get back home, you already know what to do.”
“Yes, Mistress. Anything you say.”
“That’s a nice dress you’re wearing, but I’m sure our guests will be happy with something trashier… lead me to your wardrobe and let’s get this fixed right away.”
Lisa complied immediately, her mouth watering at the prospect of the wonderful meal she was to have in the afternoon.
* * *
It was almost midnight when she returned home, red lips smeared with salty cum. She was stuffed and tired, every orifice in her body drilled into exhaustion. It had been worth it though, just to see Mistress’ bank account growing. She would do anything and everything for that pleasure alone.
Lisa took off her clothes, tossed them in the laundry basket, took a long shower, and slipped into bed. Her phone lay waiting for her, a single note flashing on the screen: Call Henry.
She did not know who he was, but Mistress Angel did. She was her world. She obeyed Mistress Angel. The phone beeped twice before a world of blissful static wiped her mind clean.
* * *
Henry blinked and went to sleep. It had been a Saturday like any other, nothing out of the ordinary happened.
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