There’s nothing like running for the phone with your panties around your ankles. So Mistress like, the quintessential picture of a dominant woman.
It’s afternoon when I walk into my bathroom. I grab the Funny Times for reading material. I become engrossed in the funnies and though my business is finished I remain on the toilet reading.
Time passes unnoticed until I hear the familiar ring of the telephone. “Damn!”, I curse aloud. I had plenty of time to get up but instead I sat here reading comics. A couple rings go by as I fumble to put the paper down.
The newspaper falls off the sink and spreads itself over the tile floor. I try not to trip over the pages as I clumsily run out, sprinting to catch the call. I desperately clutch my panties and pants, trying to pull them up mid run. As I pass my office door gravity wins and they slide down to my ankles.
I clutch the phone on its fifth ring and breath a hello into the receiver. I did a 40 minute hike the day before without being phased yet somehow this few second flee from the bathroom has left me breathless.
“Are you a Mistress?” the caller asks.
Let’s see. My panties and pants are around my ankles, I’m desperately trying to catch my breath and I have drops of urine on my thighs. Oh I’m in full Mistress mode, that’s for certain.
“Yes. Yes I am.” I do my best to sound convincing. He ends up being a pranker, rushing out his fantasy in an attempt to say as many kinky things before I catch on.
I hang up on him and pull up my clothes. My dignity is a little shaken but I cling to it and remind myself to charge up the portable phone.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 12:20 AM CDT