Who's the master now?

In a state of release, my body slumped back in the seat. “Yes. Everything is great.” I huffed. I wasn’t all right, though. That simple orgasm, though somewhat satisfying, just wasn’t enough for me. I wanted more. I was burning with desire. I was tempted to proposition the driver, until we finally pulled up in front of the apartment building.
“Here we are, Miss, 1545 Harding Palace Dr.” 
I paid the fare plus a nice tip to the driver. The cab pulled away, leaving me standing at the curb with my suitcase next to me. The rain had stopped, yet the sky was still scattered with dark clouds. I looked up at the 4-story building and wondered if she was in there, somewhere. Just as Ms. Price advised, I walked up the front steps to the door on the right. I did not ring the bell, but tried to turn the knob. To my surprise, the door was unlocked. I walked through the doorway and saw the elevator only a few feet ahead. It was more like a lift with a see-through grated door. I pulled the grate up and stepped into the lift, slammed the grate down then pushing the button for the 4th floor, but the elevator didn’t move. I cursed the contraption before I noticed the keyhole next to the floor buttons. I still had the key in my palm and raised it to the keyhole for the 4th floor. It slid in and the button lit up. The elevator slowly moved skyward. My mind raced as I became impatient with the slow moving lift. When the elevator stopped, I pulled up the grate and stepped out. The grate door automatically closed and the elevator went back down. I was in the penthouse. I was inside her apartment. 

“Once inside, you will find a note on the table next to the elevator doors.” I remembered her words again. I looked around me and found the table that sat just outside the elevator. On it, sat a fancy oriental vase with a bouquet of fresh yellow roses. Next to the vase was a piece of pink paper. The note. I bent over and smelled the sweet aroma of the flowers while I picked up the paper. It read: 
Slave,
I have some errands to run before I arrive. You will proceed to the last room down the hallway. Take off all of your clothes except for the gift and await your punishment. Do nothing else, but wait, or there will be further penalties. And do not; DO NOT pleasure yourself with your arousal. Isolated masturbation will not be tolerated.

Mistress J

I folded the paper and replaced it on the table. Was this note meant for me? Is she referring to me as her slave? The thought of waiting for her, almost completely naked, to treat me like a sex slave made my body tingle with excitement. I felt strange, exhilarated. 
“Hello?” I called out, wondering if anyone was here. But there was no response. 

I walked down the hallway, taking in the spacious apartment. It was wonderfully decorated in a modern motif. I glanced around the rooms briefly as I passed. Not only was the woman herself glamorous, but her lifestyle was, as well. When I finally reached the room at the end of the hall, I opened the door and stepped inside the dark room. I rummaged along the walls on either side of the door for a light switch. When I finally found the switch, I clicked the lights on. The room lit up with a purple hue. This was clearly, not a bedroom. There were a few posters of spirals and erratic designs on the walls that glowed iridescent from the purple light. Next to the shaded widow was a cushioned massage table with a tall lava lamp that illuminated next to it. A few oversized beanbag cushions from the 70s were scattered on the floor and a large bureau sat in the corner of the room. There were small end tables that were cleverly placed around the room that held a few candles on each which also glowed from the purple tint of the light. It seemed as if I had stepped into a time warp back to the 1970s. Turning my body, I looked at the rest of the apartment, outside the room. The difference between this room and the rest of the place was like night and day. What had she done in this room? And what did she plan to do to me in this room that she expected me to wait in? 

I closed the door behind me and strode across the room to the bureau. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that it was an old English antique, sturdy wood with a beautifully carved design. Quietly, I opened the closet doors. To my surprise, inside was a buffet of sex toys and paraphernalia. Everything from vibrators and dildos to leather whips and handcuffs to feathers and masks and lingerie. Every item was neatly placed in some sort of sexual arrangement. I creaked the closet doors shut and examined the rest of the room. Slowly, I walked toward the center of the room, absent-mindedly unbuttoning my blouse. In the center of the room, there hung two silk ropes from the ceiling. They were a red velvet type material. As I slid my blouse off my shoulders, I wondered how Ms. Price used these ropes. How many other women had been up here in this room? Was this her game, seducing women and making them her sex slaves? As thoughts of Ms. Price dominating me floated in my head, I casually slid my skirts down over my ample hips. My hands glided over my naked thighs as I stepped out of my skirt that had pooled up in a ball around my feet. I strode around the room with only my blue bra, the crotchless panties she gave me, and blue heels on my feet. My anticipation was growing as I tried to decide where in the room I wanted to settle myself. I remembered the note saying to take all my clothes off, but I felt too self-conscious, all of a sudden, to remove my bra and shoes. When I came to the massage table, I scooted my body up on it and crossed my legs. I wondered how long I would have to wait. Would she know I was here the moment she arrived? Then I remembered that I had left my suitcase in the hallway. She would know. Just being in this room, awaiting this mistress, made my desire to touch myself grow to new heights. But I couldn’t touch myself. The note said that, specifically. I continued to wait, sitting on the table, my excitement, my anticipation mounting.

The world around me seemed silent that I heard the low thumping of my heart beating against my chest. Then I heard a noise, the elevator gate opening. Someone was here. Was it her? I wanted to call out, yet I became a bit frightened to utter a word. I heard muffled speaking then the clicking of footsteps coming toward me. My eyes had come so accustom to the darkness in this room that when the door opened, the light from the rest of the apartment temporarily blinded me. A tall figure stood in the doorway and I squinted my eyes to see.

“I believe Mistress Price advised you to take off all your clothing except for the panties.” Said a male voice. 
My breath caught in my throat as this gorgeous man walked into the room clad in a full tuxedo. “I’m afraid you will have to be punished for not doing as you were ordered.” He advised me as he walked into the room without closing the door.
I lost all thought as he approached me. He was absolutely beautiful. He had a mane of dark brown hair that fell past his shoulders, smoldering brown eyes with wonderfully long eyelashes, and a sculptured jaw. He was tall and dark and even though he wore loose fitting clothing, I could tell he had a muscular physique underneath. I was mesmerized by the way his body moved across the room. When he reached me, he scooped me up in his arms and removed my body from the table. Placing me in the center of the room, he squatted down in front of me and removed my shoes one by one. When he stood up, he circled around me and leaned his face close to my ear.

“I can smell your sex,” He whispered, breathing his warm breath into my ear. “You haven’t been touching yourself, have you? She despises masturbation if she’s not there to watch.”
My eyes closed as my back melted against his body. His musky cologne was making my head spin. I longed for him to wrap his hands around me, to feel him touch me, but he wouldn’t. 
I felt his hands on the back of my bra. “Now, let’s get this off before Ms. Price finds out that you disobeyed her.” He spoke.
“Wait. Not yet.” I heard her voice. I opened my eyes to find Ms. Price standing in the doorway leering at us. My heart pounded in my chest with the sight of her casually leaning against the doorframe viewing my half naked body. “Confine her, boy.” She ordered.
“As you wish, Ms. Price.” The man responded and wrapped the velvet ropes around each of my wrists. 
When I realized how vulnerable and helpless I had become that I was tied up, Ms. Price stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. She strode across the room toward me, a gleaming smile on her red lips. 

“So, Susan,” My body tingled from the sound of her voice. “You decided to keep your job. From now until your next flight, you will remain here, in this apartment. Whether or not you spend the entire time locked in this room is up to you.” She came so close to me. . Her eyes glared into mine in a deep stare and I felt the heat of her body penetrating my skin. “This is my world, Susan. And I am the Queen. I have rules in my world. Rule number 1 is: you will not speak unless spoken too. Do you understand?”
My breathing deepened. “Yes.”
“Good.” She said as she circled my helpless body, her hand gliding along my waist as she spoke. “Rule number 2 is: you will do exactly as I tell you. You have nothing to fear, for you will not be harmed, yet you will experience the most intense sexual satisfaction you have ever had.” She stopped in front of me and stared into my eyes again. 
“Mistress,” the man spoke. “I think she was pleasuring herself.”
Ms. Price raised an eyebrow at me. “Hm…were you, Susan? Were you touching yourself when I specifically asked you not to?”
I couldn’t respond. My voice was caught in my throat with my excitement. 

“Well, since she will not answer,” She addressed the man, “you will need to check for me, Boy. Oh, Susan, this is Emilio. He’s Spanish. Isn’t he delicious?”
Ms. Price backed away from me and gave me a wicked grin. Then Emilio appeared before me. “I bet you are the one who is delicious.” He said as he fell to his knees before me. I tried to look down to see what he was doing but my arms were stretched out so far above me that I couldn’t tilt my head down very far. 
Suddenly, I felt Emilio’s warm breath on my cunt. My eyes locked onto Ms. Price as she glared at me. Then I felt the warm tongue gently probe inside me. He touched me only with his tongue, darting it inside my wet pussy. His tongue felt so warm, so fantastic. I gripped at the ropes tightly. I thought I would burst right then. 
“Enough, Emilio!” Ms. Price ordered sternly. “We don’t want her to cum just yet.”
Emilio stopped his torturing of my pussy and stood up to attention before me. He stared at me like a dog in heat and licked his lips. Breathlessly, I panted as the climax that was about to wash over my body idled. “I believe she was touching herself, Mistress.” He stated, his eyes stalking me as if I were his prey. “And might I add, she tastes sweet as honey, Mistress.”