I got up on Wednesday morning and checked my inbox. There it was, my Mistress had left me some instructions on what to buy for our upcoming weekend anniversary rendezvous to Lake Tahoe. First, I had to measure my breast size, which was 36, and buy an appropriate sized pushup brassiere, together with a matching pair of lace panties. I needed to get the exact sized bra I needed, which was a 36-C and this was proving to be frustrating. I also was afraid that I was going to turn beet red if a sales assistant came up to me to ask if I needed any help. However, I finally found what I needed along with a sexy, lacy pair of panties. I grabbed them and went off to the cash desk with my heart pounding, not only was I feeling embarrassed for buying these things for myself, but also from the thrill of buying these on orders from my Mistress.

 

I was eagerly anticipating our weekend away together. It will be the first time in several months that we could get away, alone, just the two of us. I was extremely excited as the week went on. But, my Mistress gave me one rule, I was not to orgasm whole the week. By the time Friday evening came around we were finally in her car driving to Lake Tahoe. She found, much to her own satisfaction, that all she needed to do was touch me or show me any speck of affection, and I would become instantly wet.

 

We checked into the swank hotel and also made reservations for the restaurant for dinner, then returned to our room.

 

As my Mistress's cold blue eyes were staring back at me from across the room, I thought about how to begin of our special weekend together.

I had so many hopes for how I was to be spending this time with my Mistress. My hopes for closeness, fun, naughty sex, and the hopes of the kind of romance that would take our relationship to the next level. All of which were simmering deep in my heart. I so desperately needed to please her. I also wanted us both to spend some quality time with one another, something that we had so seldom had.

 

I went to the bathroom to freshen up and to prepare for the evening ahead. Brushing my wavy blonde hair before pulling it back into a bun tightly behind my head, so that it wouldn't get all messy later. When I looked over my shoulder, there she was smiling, relaxing on the bed flipping through the TV channels like a little school girl, knowing she was anything but.

 

Now, I asked myself, should I go and hop on the bed with her or should I go down on my hands and knees and crawl to her side submissively? Either way would have been fine, however, I didn't have the opportunity to crawl to her that often, so I chose to start the weekend off right and crawl.