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mean... My memories ran away with me.”
    “Were they memories of us?”
    My smile curled my lips as I looked up at her with hooded eyes, the memory of that first kiss lingering on my lips. “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Then you have nothing to be sorry for.” She stood in one elegant movement and held out her hand for me to take. Rising with all the nimbleness I could muster on my stiff legs, I took her hand and followed her to the door. “And I'm afraid we have plans in the morning… but there's always Sunday.”
     

3
     
    I woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower running and an empty space beside me where Mistress should have been. Given that she'd warned me that we had an early appointment the next morning, I hadn't asked questions. I never did, because to do so would be disrespectful and a blatant show of distrust. If she'd wanted me to know who her appointment was with, she would have told me. It was as simple as that.
    Hearing the shower cut off, I curled into the blankets with a grin, wondering exactly how she'd choose to wake me up. The last morning she'd been up first, I'd had the blankets pulled off of me and my ass had been reddened. I'd orgasmed four times through the duration of it and spent the rest of the day curled up next to her in bed, watching movies.
    Today, however, it didn't seem as though I would be getting a treat for keeping my butt in bed. When she pulled the covers back, her fingers trailed down my spine gently, her still wet hair tickling my sides.
    “Naked and willing. You are a treat, Pet, but we're late, and I need you to shower and dress in something soft, loose and comfortable.”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “You won't be disappointed, sweetheart. I have something of a treat for you. Now, up and at 'em, lazy girl.” She slapped my ass once and bounced off the bed to her huge closet before disappearing inside it.
    Just as she asked, I was showered and ready in the appropriate attire by the time she reemerged. I'd also made the bed and was kneeling in the center of it. Brownie points never hurt anyone. She looked stunning in the deep purple dress she was wearing, her make-up and hair perfectly coifed with every strand in place as she pulled on her signature heels. I could have just stared at her all day. She was always gorgeous, but there was something extra about the care she’d taken in her appearance that morning.
    She gazed up at me, her eyes roaming over my hair and bare cheeks. With a nod of her head, I was on my feet in front of her, ready for further inspection. She was always meticulous about everything, including presentation.
    “Perfect, as always. Have Michael bring the car around.”
    My nod of compliance went unnoticed as she floated around the bedroom collecting our things. She didn't stop until we were sitting in the back of the town car.
    Her nervous energy was bleeding into me, even though I had no idea where we were headed or why this was different from any other appointment we’d had. My body tingled in anticipation the further we got from the house.
    I stayed silent all the way through our ride out of the city and into the swamplands that resided just outside of New Orleans. The Spanish moss-laden branches hung over the roads, their twisted, gnarled limbs reaching to their comrades on the other side of the asphalt, creating a canopy above us. I continued to stay silent as the car took a turn and headed down a live, oak-lined pebble driveway, but I couldn't keep quiet a moment longer when the old antebellum house grew in front of us. It was stunning, filled with character and history as it perched on the edge of a bayou. I could hear the rattling song of the insects that had become the soundtrack to most days since I'd moved to New Orleans in order to be with Mistress, and this was the picture I'd always had in my head when I thought of Louisiana.
    “It's beautiful.”
    “It is. It's one of my favorite places in the world,” Mistress Kayla said, not