Part I ofThe third scene in our original Passing Zephyr series:
Mistress Voyeur
Miss Cecile's Story was the beginning, followed by the Sexy Bartender's Version
You may remember, a while back, Miss Cecile entered the bar of a very dear friend. Her eyes caught on the sexy bartender and her very dear friend, being both observant and loving of Miss Cecile, offered him as her toy for the evening. Flattered by the offer, Miss Cecile accepted and was escorted into a private room by Mr. Sexy. Things progressed as they will with an attractive man and woman and a little kink added too. In the end, an extra surprise was added to the mix. A sweet young thing that begged Mistress Sweet to let her play. And she acquiesced, but not without keeping a very careful eye on her newest toy.
The air swirled dark and rich with sound. Each heavy breath echoed against the walls. Silk slithered against leather and skin, one almost indistinguishable from the other. A moan crescendoed into erotic harmony until one melded into three.
Transfixed, she watched golden strands cascade through her fingers as she pets the head nestled in her lap. His hair was so softly fine it soothed her just to touch it.
He nuzzled against her thigh, the warmth of his breath a caress through her thin pencil skirt. Ahhh, the comforts of home. She could even vaguely smell the clean scent of his new shampoo.
A gasp resounded throughout the room, neither hers nor his.
She returned her gaze to the flickering monitor. A split screen displayed the decadence hidden a floor below her feet in startling contrast to primary colored blocks filling up the other half.
With a sigh, she reclaimed the mouse and increased the volume on her dual distractions.
Familiar hands settled on her shoulders and kneaded the silk covered muscles. Relaxing against the chair, she continued to observe her playroom AND restrain herself.
Stack virtual blocks.
Admire Mistress Cecile and her grasp of control.
Spin the pieces until they fit.
Frown at your bartender's lack of control.
Fail the race to stack speeding cubes.
Grit your teeth as you watch Pixie's eyes widen in shock.
Bing, bing - beaten by the computer again.
With a deep breath, Mistress Sweet centered herself and filled her lungs with a heady breath of oxygen rich air. Hold, hold, hold, and slowly release. A pleasant rush tingled through her body to counteract the anxiety.
She was failing her own test, unacceptable.
The web cam was to observe. The computer game was to distract.
To observe too closely would be to lose control, hence the distraction. But it wasn't really working. Nice theory, crappy implementation.
Truth was, she didn't want to give up control.
The bartender could hold his own. But Pixie, sweet lovely Pixie, she was just too fresh and new. Not ready to submit.
But she had requested a chance to watch from the sidelines. And after much beautiful begging and pleading (which shows much promise for the future), Mistress Sweet had acquiesced.
Just as she had with the bartender.
Come back Saturday the 13th for the second half of this little story and to see how Mistress Sweet holds up in her self appointed position of voyeur.
2 comments:
Naughty spying on people. :-)
Ohhh wow, what a wonderful story....... I cannot wait to see more! And you know what I mean... *evil laughter*
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Thanks so much for delving into my head. It's scary in here sometimes, so it is nice to have company! Don't step on the zephyr...