Week One - The Reward

I promised I'd talk about the reward this time, so here we are. For my first reward, A asked if I wanted to choose my own reward, or if he should decide on something for me. Being as indecisive as I am, I chose for A to decide my first reward. He wondered if I might like a night with Miss V and her slave as a befitting gift in return for my weeks services. Two hot women to spend a night with? That sounded mighty good to me! So for nearly the entire first week I knew what I was working toward. Despite failing my two tasks on the Friday night, A decided I had earned the right to my reward, and he arranged for Miss V and her slave (who I'll call M) to come to our apartment for the evening. A, of course, would not be present. He arrived much later in the night, when the ladies were nearly ready to leave.

As part of my reward, A required that I write 1000 - 1500 words on the events of my reward night. I had three days from the end of my reward (midnight Tuesday to midnight Friday) to submit the written assignment to him. Prior to A receiving the document, it needed to have been received, read and approved by Miss V to check for accuracy.

As you will read in my posts regarding week 2, I was struck down with some kind of evil flu/fever in the later half of the week and did not make my Friday midnight deadline. As a result, I wrote the assignment on Saturday, and messaged V to beg her to read it as quickly as possible so that I would not be too overdue. The goddess that she is, she turned it around within 15 minutes and I had submitted it by 8pm Saturday - twenty hours overdue. A had warned that as punishment for my tardy submission, for every 24 hours overdue, I would owe him 20 spanks. With the 20 hours overdue, if my calculations are correct (and he did warn that he would be rounding up) I owe A 17 spanks. You can see them on the top right of this page in the Spank Bank - waiting to be paid due.

I imagine you are wondering at the contents of my assigment, and what exactly went on that Tuesday of my reward night. Well, wonder no longer - here it is:

I’d been instructed earlier in the day that I would be entertaining Miss V and M from 8pm. After arriving home dripping from the torrential rain at barely quarter past 7pm it was something of a mad rush to get the apartment ready to receive guests in time for their arrival.

Luckily, Miss V was late, so after I buzzed her into the building, she entered the unlocked apartment to find me waiting for her, a glass of champagne in my hand and my legs crossed lounging over two chairs. Red lanterns and candles lit the apartment and I had laid out strawberries and cheeses. I was dressed in an outfit A had partly laid out for me, I had chosen the red satin underwear and black pvc shoes with six inch heels. My legs were bare and freshly shaven and my lacy corset was relaxed, to allow me to dance later.

Miss V greeted me ebulliently and we traded small talk over snacks and champagne while we awaited M. Presently, M called Miss V’s phone. V silenced me and put her on speakerphone. M sounded harried, it was late and she was only just leaving work. I felt a little guilty when I discovered that, but like a fine slave she took directions from her Mistress, agreeing to come to our address, although she didn’t know who’s apartment it was, and was under the impression Miss V would be absent.

As we waited for M, Miss V expressed in interest in a private show. I was more than willing to comply and dialed through the ipod until an appropriate song came up - Depeche Mode’s Shine, a slow and sensuous track speaking of blindfolds and mysterious rendezvous.

I twirled around the pole, drawing out my movements and locking eyes often with Miss V, who regarded me warmly. Between tricks, I crawled slowly to her chair and pried her legs apart, writhing at her feet and tossing my head. I turned and sank between her open knees, head tilted back to look at her as I continued to roll my hips sensuously before her. She seemed to enjoy this show, and I crawled back to the pole to perform more tricks for her, our eyes meeting often.

Before the song was over, I confessed I was ready for a break. We sat chatting for a while as I caught my breath and she told me of an elaborate set of tasks she had planned for her “puss” while she was away. I helped her finish stuffing her 20 envelopes in preparation.

Presently, the apartment buzzer rang. We both jumped up excitedly and I looked to Miss V for instruction. At her request, I buzzed M inside without saying a word. V’s phone rang not long after, M wanting to know how to proceed. Miss V told her to go to the (our) apartment number and enter. Miss V then hid her glass and tucked herself behind the door. She wanted M to be greeted with the same sight she saw when she opened our apartment door, so I positioned myself carefully across two chairs and peered up over the rim of my glass at our new arrival as she opened the door.

M seemed pleased, and possibly surprised. I rose to welcome her inside and Miss V made her presence known by slipping out from behind the door. We plied M with champagne and strawberries, but she still hadn’t managed to shake the tension of her last overly-busy day at work. Miss V sent her upstairs for a relaxing shower and I supplied a fresh towel.

When M emerged, looking more refreshed, another show was suggested and I happily complied. I popped on a playlist of “artists to strip by” and did a longer show this time. I climbed the pole and hung backwards, arms loose before unzipping my corset and tossing it aside to reveal my red satin bra beneath. This was well received by my stunning audience of two and I continued to dance for them, incorporating a lot of floorwork that had me writhing and grinding before them in a most unchaste fashion.

I crawled toward M and pried her legs apart to writhe between them as I had for Miss V earlier, and received warm approval from M’s mistress. After treating the lovely M to some lap dancing, I sauntered back toward the pole and bent forward, running my hands down the front of my legs and displaying my arse and legs to my cosy audience. I slipped my fingers under my red satin knickers and slid them down my legs slowly, revealing a black g-string beneath, decorated at its’ t-juncture with diamantes. I stepped carefully out of the knickers and took a few more turns around the pole, now dressed only in a bra and g-string.

I approached Miss V and M again, undoing the clasp of my bra. I teased for a while, slipping off the straps and holding only the bra cups over my breasts, doing a few low dips with my torso to show off cleavage, without revealing my breasts. Soon I’d tossed the bra, but continued to tease by covering my nipples with hands, then fingers, then finally, nothing at all. Naked but for a g-string (which was unfortunately necessary) and my giant shoes I took a break from dancing and basked in the glow of Miss V’s and M’s praise.

Soon Miss V suggested one of her favourite past times - the three-way kiss. All three of us leaned in and then it was that lovely mash of lips and tongue, and feeling the breath of the women beside you and the wet slide of lips and skin. This was the trigger for further mischief, and Miss V sent me to lie on the futon, instructing me to close my eyes.

I obeyed happily, and arranged myself on the futon with legs straight and arms above my head. Soon I felt the delicious sensation of two sets of hands caressing my legs and stomach. Tongues joined hands, tracing burning trails up and down my body. I writhed happily and forgot momentarily that my eyes were supposed to be closed, entranced by watching these two gorgeous women worshipping my body.

Abruptly I remembered that my eyes were supposed to be closed and I let them fall shut, the memory of what I’d seen left as an image in my mind for later. Soon the two pairs of hands dropped off to one, and I could hear movement on the other side of the room. I heard the erstwhile person’s return to the futon moments later. On the futon, I had unconsciously been twining my arms above my head at the wrist, as if imagining or requesting they be tied up. This must have been apparent, as with the return of the second person (who I suspect was Miss V) my hands were bound with a women’s belt.

I spent more sensuous minutes on the futon being pleasured and spoiled by these two lovely temptresses, feeling warm breath, soft lips, flicking hair and tender caresses. This was certainly the peak of my night, with stripping for the two of them a close second, and the later spanking of M also worth an honourable mention. But I wont go into that incident in this assignment, as you had arrived home by that point and were able to witness it in your own eyes.

Following my mind-cloudingly delightful episode on the couch, there were more chats, we shared some devilishly good chocolate mousse and bemoaned the bad timing that stopped us from taking things any further. Miss V insisted that night be considered “a down payment on a reward” which left me with some delightful anticipation.

The night in itself, in my humble opinion, was a fantastic reward for my week of missions. I ended the night feeling very spoilt and content. Thank you Miss V, M, and A for arranging it.

Until next time…

xx miss C