Part II, Continued...

I would continue to wait for Mistress Starcia.

The minutes passed into more than an hour. I had been completely quiet, still naked and patiently awaiting my Mistress. What if she didn't return? Had I thought that? I got up and thought about putting my clothes on.

I wanted her to return so very badly that I dismissed that thought right away.

I walked to the bureau. It was close to the bedroom's door.

I looked but didn't see her immediately anywhere in the long hall that had led to her bedroom. I didn't know what to do.

My purse was still there on the bureau. Bored and growing more concerned as each minute passed, I decided to see if I could find China's address again. I am a detail-oriented person so it was not common for me to make mistakes. Finding Mistress Starcia would certainly not be considered one of them. Digging didn't help, so I quietly poured all of the contents onto the bureau top. After moving things around, the pink colored paper appeared. 169 Cherry Lane, Apt. M7. This was Apt. M7. So where was the error here? Maybe this was China's former apartment? No, she had never lived in my neighborhood before to my knowledge.

That dizzy China! She probably didn't know her own damn address.

Maybe it is true about blonds and that they can be pretty dumb sometimes. On second thought, great mistake China. I'd have to take her out to dinner one night and treat. I felt I owed her one. Of course I wouldn't tell her why.

I would never want her to find out about Mistress Starcia.

No way.

Why? If the past could repeat itself, then Mistress Starcia would be sucking China's softness instead of mine anyday now. That I couldn't take! I finally get something I enjoy immensely and China comes and takes it away again! No, that might have happened several times with boyfriends while we were growing up, but I'd beat her soft place silly if she attempted that again now that we were adults. In any instance, being around China would mean keeping my guard up. She was a crafty bitch! Where could Mistress Starcia be? Maybe she was inside one of the closed doors in the apartment. There were many doors, so I risked doing the worng thing by doing that. I would remained in the bedroom.

I was comfortable there.

She had quickly instilled that in me. I felt sexy, confident and pleased with myself.

Everything was okay.

I walked over to the mirror and stood before it.

I cupped my breasts and massaged them the way I had seen my Mistress pamper herself.

I made round circles around my areolas. Then I squeezed both nipples really hard. My nipples would look cute with earrings.

That would be a big step. I'd have to think about that more.

But those earrings on Mistress Starcia's soft edges.

They really turned me on. I felt a distinct singe in my private part when I laid my eyes on them. It made her radiant softness all the more beautiful and alluring. I looked at my softness. It looked mature as if it had grown wise from my moments with Mistress Starcia.

She had touched me there and my softness felt rather special now. She had told me to let her "see my lotus blossom.

" When I had wondered if she was talking about my personal placeoris, she nodded. She wanted to see my softness and I was more than anxious to show her. I sank my fingers into my softness and spread my lips. I had a gift for her.

It had been my jewel that I had prized so many years and only allowed a select group of men to know. My personal place was already begging and at attention.

I flinched when I touched it with my own fingers. It was engorged, swollen and like dough, ready to be kneaded. "You've got a pretty softness just like I imagined when I looked at you from the door. I knew you would be mine at first sight.

Do you know that?" she had said. I nodded my head in agreement with her all the while craving for her to touch my softness again.

She had then risen from kneeling beside me and stood over me. "There's intense pleasure in having a Mistress, like I am to you now, Cindy. It's not the definition you gave me earlier this has nothing to do with men. But it does have to do with service. Does that make any sense to you?" she asked. Then she stuck two of her fingers in her mouth, pulled them out teasing wet and gently placed them on my softness and started to massage my personal place. I thought I would cum just as she pulled her fingers away. "Please, please, I want you." I begged her. "You will get yours when you have earned it sweetie. You must learn how to be patient to reap the rewards of intense pleasure. Unreal pleasure to be exact, " she had said. I heard every word. She was my Mistress now.

I had been captured in one sure swoop! My royal Mistress for whatever that was worth..

I would have to learn more about this implied relationship she was establishing with me. Yes. I definitely wanted to see her again.

I wanted to know everything about her. All those feelings I had about her earlier were returning. I was getting hot just thinking about her. My personal place began to throb and my nipples became erect. I could not deny that some sort of transformation had taken place within me that night.

Did it mean that I would not be playing and sucking length anymore. Couldn't tell that right now. What if Mistress Starcia would not want that? I hoped I could handle whatever awaited me! I wondered for a minute how she might like my softness pierced. I had shaved my softness for Tyler and there were immediate positive results.

Would she respond similiarly if I pierced my softness for her? I'd do it regardless of the pain.

My body ached for her attention. Where was she? Please come back Mistress Starcia, I whined to myself. Hadn't I heard something about getting your personal place pierced too. Some celebrity had done it and said afterwards that they would orgasm sometimes just when walking and sitting down and little ordinary activities like that. Now that my softness had been annointed by Mistress Starcia, I would consider that very seriously. I made a brief note on the back of the pink paper to check out "softness piercing" as soon as possible! My ebbing urges returned like a shot in the dark. Every time I thought about Mistress Starcia a wave would engulf my senses. My body would get hot. I'd envision that succulent softness of hers that I have yet to feast on.

Divine sensations race throughout my body. Bbrrring. The telephone rang.

It scared the hell out of me! What should I do? Oh, she would be entering the room any minute now to answer it, I imagined. That telephone was an item of importance. It had diverted her attention away from me at our most intimate moment. I rushed back to where I had been kneeling on the floor near the chaise. I wanted her to find me exactly as she had left me.

Brrriinnng! It was aninsistent ring. That damn phone! It rang for the third time. No Mistress Starcia.

I imagined her delicious softness in front of me again. Upon the forth ring an answering machine answered it.

In a few seconds I heard my Mistress' voice say, "Cindy, honey. I had to leave in a rush.

You are so sweet! I left a note for you by the door.

Until next time my dear.

" Click. Her voice was clear and seductive as ever. Was I ever disappointed, yet she had indicated "until next time." Please, I thought, let that be really soon. Inside my body was having a tantrum-- in a rage against the pleasure that had been forfeited.

I had dressed hurriedly and walked quickly down the hall to the door.

I passed many closed doors again. I had heard two doors close before Mistress Starcia had left. She must have entered one of these rooms first, but if she left why didn't I hear the front door close? I would have heard the inside door when she closed it to leave and then the front door to the apartment close. There had not been three door closings, just two. I must have been struggling for answers by then. It didn't matter she was gone and I needed to be going. There was a note just as she had indicated in her message. It read, "Do not despair my sweet softnesspie! I will find you. The primary lesson of service is obedience.

You were a very obedient slave tonight who could serve me well in the future.

We should both be patient until we meet again. I guarantee you it will be soon-Mistress Starcia." I clutched it in my hand tightly as I closed the door behind me. Even her note was hot! How I got home I cannot remember. I longed for her. Ached for her smell. The sound of her voice. She couldn't call me, she didnt have my number. She couldn't even look me up in the telephone book-- she only had my first name. How would she find me? I opened my eyes.

I was naked in my own bedroom.

I mustn't lose hope.

I am her slave and she will find me like she said. I closed them and imagined her perfect wet softness in front of me. I was in her power again. I slid my fingers into my hot juicy softness. It had been this way for two days now.

My dreams day and night of Mistress Starcia.

My softness flowing in wait for her.

My fingers busily in my softness then in my mouth sucking my own sweeet juices. I tasted damn good! I yearned for my first opportunity to eat softness. Was I a lezzie? No. Was there an inclination there? I had to think about that a while. Would another woman's softness motivate me to the passions I had felt with Mistress Starcia? I would not try to disrespect my Mistress.

There was no commitment, but she had won me over. Now I guessed I would have to earn her interest in me again. I didn't know where to start! The first softness I would eat would be Mistress Starcia's. It should be Mistress Starcia's. She was my first kiss she was the only softness I knew. Next time she would let me. Didn't she still want me? Yes, I would serve her well. Indeed, dutifully. She would want me! That soft placeurance was all that I could cling to. It would have to be enough satisfaction for now. Next: A Slave's Tale: Obedience I