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Author's Note
The events and characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
The main characters in this story are two women in a dominant-submissive relationship. It is safe, sane, and consensual as well as kind and loving. But if this type of relationship is not your thing, you may want to skip this story and find something else to read. I have plenty of nice romances that I have written as well.
Enjoy,
Wax Philosophic
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Prologue
Dear Friends,
I really got spoiled having Mistress at home all the time. With her company's social isolation rules in effect, she wasn't traveling and I had her all to myself anytime I wanted.
Now, she's back at the office on a hybrid schedule. It's only two days a week, but I still miss her like crazy. Though lately I've had some ideas on how to spice things up.
Love and Hugs,
Charlotte

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Part I -- Back to the Office Grind
Charlotte
I stood hunched over in the kitchen, resting my elbows on the counter and listening to the coffee maker gurgle and hiss while I stared at it. I was wearing my usual morning outfit... nothing.
"Hey, baby." Mistress breezed in and sidled up beside me. She laid a quick peck on the back of my neck. She was wearing more than me. A lot more.
"Be a few minutes for coffee, Mistress." I turned and scanned her from head to toe. "I like your suit. Does this mean you're going into the office?"
"Mm-hmm," she said as she whisked over to the fridge, pulling forth a yogurt.
I leaned back with my bare ass pressing against the edge of the counter top. "All day?"
"Mm. Mm-hmm." She pulled the silverware drawer open and dug around for a spoon. With spoon in one hand and yogurt in the other, she leaned in to brush her lips across mine.
"Sorry," she said, "got to dash. It's an eight a.m. meeting and I'm leading it. Bye, baby."
"Bye, Mistress."
I listened to the door click shut and turned my attention back to the coffee pot. I remember Mistress saying the company wanted to get people back in the office. For team morale, camaraderie, or some other happy corporate B.S.
I let out a sigh.
I thought about Juliet. Then I thought about the time difference between Tokyo and here. Last time I called her at breakfast time, it was coming up on midnight for her. I decided it was better to take a picture of me with my finger in my pussy and text it to her.
I hoisted myself up and sat on the edge of the counter. The coffee pot sputtered and hissed. While I was giving it the side eye, I happened to catch a glance of the wooden spoon sticking up in the utensil basket.
I slid down off the counter, moved down so I could reach the spoon, and leaned forward until my nipples touched the surface. I brought the spoon down hard on my right butt cheek.
After giving it a second to pinken up and snapped a picture of my exploits. I sent it in a text to Juliet with two words -- I'm bored.
I didn't get a response, so I assume she was sound asleep. I let out another sigh and traded the wooden spoon for a coffee mug. After filling it from the pot, my phone chimed. I blew across my mug and smirked as I unlocked my phone.
But, instead of a naughty photo of my girlfriend, I got a text from Ana Maria, Jo and Tina's informally adopted daughter and my favorite bass player.
AM: Wanna Jam?
C: Sure. What time?
AM: An hour?
C: It's a date.
The pink side of my ass was tingling pleasantly. I glanced at the clock and took a quick sip from my mug before reaching for the wooden spoon again. I hopped up on the counter, laying the spoon across my thigh, and stuck my finger in my pussy.
My next text was to Mistress and it included the photo I just snapped with my free hand.
C: I'm being a very bad girl while you're away.
I grinned. Then I stuck my finger back in my pussy. I slapped my thigh to bring up a couple pink, spoon shaped outlines before I really went at it. And when I set the spoon aside so I could lick my finger and press it into my ass, I imagined it was Mistress plunging into me.

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"Charlotte," said Ana Marie, stepping forward to take my hands and brush her lips across each of my cheeks. "Sorry for the late notice. I'm so glad you could make it."
"I wasn't doing anything important," I said. Unless, of course I counted all of the sex toys I laid out and photographed to send to Mistress before heading out the door. There were five photos in all, each with a one word caption.
I'm
A
Very
Naughty
Girl
So far I hadn't gotten a response. Either the level of office camaraderie was too much of a distraction this morning or Mistress was dreaming up new ways to use the toys I had laid out in the photos. I found myself hoping for the latter.
"Charlotte, this is Olivia." Ana Maria interrupted gaziosmanpaşa escort my reverie. "She plays the drums."
Olivia glanced up quickly before casting her eyes to the floor again. "Not very well," she said.
I shrugged. "Nice to meet you Olivia," I said and offered my hand. "I bet you play better than you think."
"That's an interesting bracelet," said Olivia, glancing at my wrist and looking away just as quickly.
"Oh, yeah, that," I said, holding up the black leather cuff that was currently secured with a luggage lock. "I put it on this morning before I realized I don't have the combination."
"Um, okay." Olivia turned three shades of pink.
My mind wandered to the matching cuff and some of the other things I had laid out for the photos. The wooden spoon, the leather strap. The trio of butt plugs that made my ass clench, and the handful of colorful plastic clothespins that simultaneously made my nipples tighten and my pussy spasm.
Good thing I washed my hands thoroughly before showing up to the music room.
"Just trying to spice things up at home," I offered. "My wife's back at the office two days a week and my girlfriend's currently touring in Tokyo."
"Um," said Olivia. "Okay." She turned a total of four shades of pink this time.
Ana Maria saved us all from the impending awkwardness. "You know The Mighty, Mighty Big Fish?"
Olivia perked up. "Ska band?"
Ana Maria nodded. "You know the drummer?"
It was Olivia's turn to nod this time.
"That's Charlotte's girlfriend," said Ana Maria. "They're big in Japan."
"Girlfriend... Okay..."
I could see the wheels turning in Olivia's mind.
"It's not infidelity or anything," I said. "She's Mistress's girlfriend too."
"Mis...tress?" Olivia somehow managed a fifth and darker shade of pink.
I began to wonder if maybe the better choice this morning might have been to stay home and arrange more sex toy photos.
Ana Maria saved us all again by pulling her bass out of its travel case and plugging it into the amp. As she proceeded to thump out a descending pentatonic scale, Olivia scurried off to the drum throne and I took my place at the piano bench.
Not another word was said, we just sort of fell into a groove over the next couple hours. It was fun to watch Olivia as she began to loosen up. She was a better drummer than she gave herself credit for. But mostly, I enjoyed the wistful glances she kept casting in Ana Maria's direction.
Ah, young love. Or lust... Or maybe just gal pals? Really good gal pals?
After we wrapped it up, Olivia stood and pulled a scrunchie out of her pocket. She tied her hair back and moved over beside Ana Maria.
I mentally tried to calculate the distance between them. I was coming up with a pretty small number when Olivia casually rested her hand on Ana Maria's forearm. Definitely not just gal pals, at least not from Olivia's point of view. Though Ana Maria looked like she didn't have much of a clue.
"Shall we break for lunch?" asked Ana Maria.
I looked at Olivia's forlorn face for exactly two seconds before reaching into my bag and pulling out a business card for the little Italian restaurant where I played weekend gigs.
"Sorry ladies, but I have to dash." I handed the card to Ana Maria. "You two take this card. Go to the bar and ask for Vince. I recommend the chicken piccata, but everything on the menu is good. Get whatever you want and put it on my tab."
Ana Maria looked at me sideways. Olivia managed a sixth and deeper shade of pink.
"Trust me," I said, and headed for the door. I strode out of the room with purpose while listening to Ana Marie and Olivia trying to figure out what just happened.

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Natasha
"Oh, Charlotte," I mumbled as I sat in the ladies room stall scrolling through my text messages.
Part of me felt remorse for leaving her home alone all day. That was after the first text. After the rest, with the series of captions declaring, "I'm. A. Very. Naughty. Girl," I began to scheme about what I was going to do when I got home.
I flicked back to the one with the pink spoon print and heaved a sigh as I glanced at the clock on my phone's screen.
I entertained scenes of Charlotte over my knee as I made my way back. Crossing the threshold into the meeting room and surveying the glum faces assured me that those scenes should play out sooner rather than later.
"I appreciate everyone coming in today," I said. "We got a lot done, so why don't we call it a little early and see if we can enjoy some time outside. Or at least avoid the commuter rush?"
Several faces lit up as people sprung from their chairs. A young man clasped his hands together and mouthed the words, 'Thank you," as he passed.
I followed the tail end of the exodus and managed to get to the light rail in time to find a seat all by myself. I positioned myself so no one could shoulder gölbaşı escort surf and flipped through my text messages again.
I'm a very naughty girl.
Yes you are, Charlotte. Yes, you are.

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Part II -- Working from Home
Natasha
When I walked in the door, I was immediately greeted by the lingering smell of seared tuna.
"Smells good, baby." I looked around for where Charlotte might be. "Your famous chopped salad, I assume?"
"Yes, Mistress." Her voice was distant.
"Trying to make points after being a naughty girl all day?"
"No, Mistress. I wanted something easy to eat... In case we're, um, busy."
"I see." I looked around the kitchen and the area by the back door. No Charlotte. No Bella. Strange.
I popped my head into the living room. "Oh," I said. "Oh."
I found Charlotte. She was kneeling on the living room rug, dressed in nothing more than what looked like a continuous length of red ribbon. Her head was cast to the floor, but she raised her eyes to me as I walked in, and they were smoldering.
"Hi, Mistress."
"Hi yourself... naughty girl."
Charlotte smirked. "Happy Mistress Day."
"Happy Mistress Day," I repeated. "I don't think I know that one, but I like it."
"It's like Mother's Day," she offered. "Only kinkier."
"Mm-hmm."
I looked Charlotte up and down. She had really gone all out. Other than the black leather cuffs encircling her wrists and ankles, she was tied up like a gift box in what looked like a four-inch wide red ribbon starting behind her neck, crossing over her breasts, down between her legs and tied around her waist.
"How did you get yourself into that thing?" I stepped forward and touched my finger to the ribbon on the back of her neck. "Not that I'm complaining."
"It wasn't easy, Mistress."
I moved my finger to her chin. "So I should take my time getting you out of it?"
"Whatever you think is best, Mistress." She didn't even bother to conceal her smirk.
As I lifted her chin to raise her gaze to mine, her left boob popped out from the swath of ribbon concealing it. She stuffed it back in and quickly moved her hand back to rest on her thigh, pretending like it never happened.
I bit my lip to stifle my grin.
"Oh, Charlotte," I said. "I'm sorry we had to spend the day apart." I moved my hand behind her head as she fell into me, nuzzling my thigh.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Where's Bella, baby? Is she napping?"
"Ana Maria and Olivia are borrowing her for the evening, Mistress. We have the house to ourselves."
"Oh," I said. "Do I know Olivia?"
"Just a girl who's got a total crush on Ana Maria."
"Well, I imagine they'll be back once they realize they forgot Bella's leash."
Charlotte looked up. "That's not Bella's leash."
"Oh," I said. "Oh." I'm pretty sure I was leaving a sticky wet spot in my underwear.
"Happy Mistress Day."
"Well, um, yes. You have been a very naughty girl today."
"I have, Mistress." Charlotte twisted around, reaching under a side table and pulling out a bath towel that was rolled up into a long tube. Her boob popped out again and she casually stuffed it back under the ribbon.
"How's that outfit working for you, baby?"
Charlotte blushed, but didn't miss a beat. She unrolled the towel to reveal some of the sex toys in our collection and a few new items. I noticed the smallest of the three butt plugs was missing. I shivered a little when I thought about where it probably was.
"Are we going to use all of these?" I asked.
"Your choice. It's Mistress Day. And, um... I've been a very naughty girl while you were away."
I stooped to pick up the black leather play collar. Charlotte held her hair back as I buckled it around her neck. She managed to keep herself contained within the ribbon, but her right nipple was peeking out just a bit.
I licked my finger and coaxed her wayward nipple back under the ribbon. Charlotte shivered.
"There's only two butt plugs here," I said.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Baby. You're a treat."
She let her hair fall around the collar and laid her hands back on her thighs. "Thank you, Mistress."
I looked her up and down. "I'll be right back," I said. "Try to keep everything contained while I'm gone."
"Yes, Mistress."
I could hear the smirk in her reply.

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"Holy Hell," I mumbled, and fanned myself a moment before I pealing off my jacket to hang it on the back of a chair. Charlotte in red ribbon, cuffed and plugged!
I slipped the top three buttons on my blouse and I reached for the leash hanging by the back door. As I picked it up, I replayed Charlotte's words in my mind. Not Bella's leash.
God, I love this woman!
I decided the remaining buttons on my blouse had to go and laid it over the chair atop my jacket. I grinned as I touched my thumb to the clasp keçiören escort closure at the end of the leash, pulling it open and letting it spring shut.
I barely managed to carry the leash along with the two plates of seared tuna chopped salad Charlotte had made without spilling everything as I made my way back.

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Charlotte hadn't moved. She was still a picture of how I left her, though I did see the corners of her mouth twitching and turning up slightly with my return. She was still contained within her red ribbon.
"Charlotte," I said, as I set the dinner plates on the side table, three feet above the array of sex toys. "I think you're enjoying your predicament too much."
"Yes, Mistress." Charlotte pursed her lips together and finally took to grasping her lower lip between her teeth to control her expression.
I clipped the leash to the ring at the front of her play collar. "You are too sexy," I gushed.
"Thank you, Mistress."
I held the end of the leash loosely in my hand as I made my way to the sofa to sit down. "Come on over," I said, "Tell me about your day."
I watched her scoot across the floor inch by inch on her knees, looking like she was trying very hard not to jar any of the precariously placed ribbon loose. "I've been nothing but bad, Mistress" she said, grinning.
Her boob popped out again, but she stuffed it back in.
"Tell me all about it, baby," I said.

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Charlotte
I stole a quick glance of Mistress's new state of dress. She had peeled off her jacket and blouse and only wore trousers and a bra now. My ass tightened around the plug I had stuffed in. I found myself longing for Mistress to yank the leash, smother my face between her boobs, and give my ass a good swat. Instead she pointed to her thigh.
I laid my cheek on the spot where she pointed. As I settled in, she touched her index finger to my lower lip. I pulled a quick breath and opened my mouth to suckle, but she moved just out of reach before I had the chance.
"So," she said, tugging at my lip. "About these text messages."
"Yes, Mistress?"
"You stopped sending them after a while, so I assume that wasn't your whole day."
"No, Mistress." I felt the collar tighten against the back of my neck as Mistress pulled the leash short and leaned forward to meet my mouth. My pussy spasmed as she forced her tongue in. I was probably leaking girl juice all over the rug.
"Be a dear and fetch me the strap, won't you?" she said as she released me.
I felt the tension in the leash relax and began to move toward the unrolled towel.
"And Charlotte dear, no hands."
"Yes, Mistress." If I wasn't leaking before, I definitely was now. My ass clenched too, as I knocked my nose into one of the larger butt plugs on my way to get the strap secured in my teeth.
A gentle tug on the leash brought me back to Mistress's thigh. I quivered as I laid my head down again.
"You know I love you, right?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She picked up the strap from where I disgorged it on her thigh and began dragging the end of it across my shoulders. "And you know I'd do anything to make you happy."
"Yes, Mistress."
She switched directions with the strap and dragged it the other way. "So why don't you tell me what's going to make you happy tonight, baby?"
"It's Mistress Day," I said. "Your choice."
"You've obviously gone to a lot of trouble to set this up." She stopped dragging the strap midway through while I shivered. "Surely, you must have something in mind."
"Anything laid out on the towel, Mistress. And maybe a cool bath before bedtime, in case I'm a sweaty, quivering wreck. Which I'm really hoping to be."
"I hope you realize how much I appreciate this, Charlotte. I know me going back to the office has put a strain on things, and--"
"Mistress?"
"Charlotte?"
"I've been a very naughty girl while you were away."
I felt the strap come down hard across my ass. I jerked upright and my cheek raised a good six inches off Mistress's thigh before I settled down again. I breathed a sigh and turned my attention to the rising heat.
"Yes, you have Charlotte," she said. "Yes, you have."
The strap came down again and I smiled. It only took a few seconds for the sting to turn to tingles and finally settle down to a spreading warmth.
"Should I use the spoon, like you did in those lovely pictures you texted me this morning?"
"Only if you think I need it, Mistress."
"Oh Charlotte, I know you need it. You wrapped it up in the toy kit after all." Mistress trailed her fingers over my ass. "Why don't you go fetch it for me. And no hands, please."
"Yes, Mistress."
As I slid down and scooted my way over to the towel where everything was so nicely laid out, Mistress spoke again. "After you've fetched the spoon, why don't you go back for something more pleasant. I'm sure you weren't naughty all day. We're you?"
I eyed the two larger butt plugs as my ass clenched around the smaller one already in place. "I guess not."
I was really hoping for a good thrashing, maybe topped off with her fist stretching me to my limits while my head bounced around on the couch cushions. So I wasn't exactly sure where she was going with this not naughty all day thing. I'd been very naughty.