Ms. Simmons came home early from her date. I had her son Kevin in bed already and was studying for my chemistry final when she arrived. Just like when she had left Kevin and me earlier that night I was surprised by how she looked. Clearly she’d gotten some… well she seemed in good shape and clearly was enjoying showing off her new… body. Yes, that’s a polite way to phrase it.
I managed to keep from staring, there was a lot to look at between her short skirt and her plunging neckline. She offered me a ride home and I began to pack my books up as she went into the kitchen. When she came out I was surprised to see her carrying two glasses of wine, drinking from one.
“I can catch the bus,” I said, figuring if she was drinking then it would be better to go home that way. Besides, I realized, who’d watch Kevin if she drove me home?
She pressed a glass into my hand and smiled, “No dear. I said I’d pay you for a full night, it’s not fair that you have to cut your time here short just because my date went badly. Let’s just enjoy this one drink, then you can go home at full pay.”
I nodded, grateful. Money was tight and with the semester almost done my TA job was at an end until September, getting paid for the full night was definitely worth a drink.
She watched as I sipped the wine, “So dear are you looking forward to going back home?”
I shrugged, “Yeah, sort of. I wish I could afford to stay here. Back home’s a small town, I got used to all the exciting things the city offers.”
The fact that my high school boyfriend had just dumped me after six months of a long distance relationship and was already back home dating my high school best friend also made going back to the small farming community an unpleasant prospect.
Ms. Simmons nodded, “I remember college, learning all sorts of new things. Experimenting to figure out who I was. I could see how it would be hard to go back to a small town. Especially after the city, where there’s always something happening. Always something going on. Even if it tires you out, there’s always something to keep your attention and focus.”
I nodded, “Exactly. I mean last night I was at a concert and it wasn’t a fiddle concert and it wasn’t in a barn.”
The older woman laughed. I took another sip of the wine. It was good, though I did not know much about wine. She smiled at me and I decided to sit down for a moment in one of the chairs. She sat across from me, watching me.
“So you were out late last night, you must have been tired this morning?” she said.
It was true, I had been and truthfully still was. At the mention of being tired I stifled a yawn.
Ms. Simmons saw. “It’s good that you’re sitting down. You look so tired, like you could just drift off to sleep. Sleep. Wine helps you to relax too, take another sip. Do you like the wine dear?”
I nodded as I took a sip, a bigger one than I intended. It seemed like it was strong wine. My head was starting to spin as if I’d had several glasses. My face felt flush and my body warm. I noticed that she had been talking and I had not been paying attention.
“…and out. Good so much more relaxed, warm and relaxed. So sleepy and heavy, letting yourself go. Just sinking back into the chair, allowing the wine to relax you, relaxing you deeply down.”
I was about to set the wine down, as the glass suddenly felt very heavy, but she leaned forwards and tipped it up bringing it to my lips. I drank the rest and she took the glass from me, smiling at me as I sank back into the comfortable chair. She sat back down, still talking. I thought I heard her mention something about the wine and a drug but by then I was barely listening. Or rather I was not paying attention but listening very closely.
Every word she spoke seemed to make me heavier, and I tried to move my hands, tried to sit up or say something but all I did was sit and listen. Soon my eyes became heavy and my eyelids slid closed. I slept for awhile as she spoke.
When my eyes opened again Ms. Simmons smiled at me, “Good Girl. I’m glad we had this talk. Now crawl towards your Mistress.”
I slid out of the chair and to my hands and knees. I noticed that I was naked, but I didn’t remember taking off my clothes. Ms. Simmons smiled at me, watching me crawl towards her. Mistress smiled at me, watching me crawl towards her.
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