She Said Yes - A Covid-19 Story Ch. 02

(I've only just started posting here, so if I'm doing it wrong, please let me know!) Hannah got a moment of warning as there was the click of metal in the door before Miss Coerator unlocked it and stepped through. She was now wearing elbow length gloves; slick, sleek and black, the hands looking like they had been smeared with some liquid. There was a slight musk in the air that accompanied her, earthy and sweaty, a touch of color in her pale cheeks. She moved forward, standing close to Hannah, almost touching her, then reaching past her, running a finger along one of the urns. Her finger left a smear on the metal, but at least it was a shiny one, rather then showing dust. 'A start, I suppose. You have applied yourself diligently, for today at least.' Hannah let her arms fall, barely able to lift them again. 'Thank you, Miss Coerator.' 'Now that you are fully in my employ, then "Mistress" or "Madam" would be correct.' She took Hanna...

I left her alone, closing the door to my room. A few months ago I might have allowed myself to fantasize about living with Mistress, had I thought of it, but I never did. How could I imagine Mistress in my condo? Never would I have pictured her long legs curled on my sofa. From now on, I will feel her presence there. I swear, that sofa will be with me forever. My question is: what do I do now? I have no plan. Her brown eyes, her black mask, her body. Even if I had no plan, my body has it's own reaction to her presence. I unbuckle my belt and slip my hand under the waist band to its familiar place. I like feeling my prick growing, becoming hard. Full and stiff, it confronts the restraining underwear and jeans. With just a little help it finds its way to full erection even trapped in clothing. I enjoy the moment of tension; I know my prick will soon be free. I lay back on my bed for a long, slow wank. The thought of her, just past the wall overpowers me. My bed against the wall, the...