Picnic
by kittenfemme
All morning long I wondered why Mistress had me wear a collar, boots, and a
skirt suit during a lazy Sunday. The collar was common enough. I wore it almost
at all times while in her home. But the skirt suit? I couldn't guess what was on
her mind when she ordered me into such an ensemble.
I thought about it while I made brunch and served it to Mistress in her large,
fluffy bed. My mind would consider little else while I knelt on the floor. She
didn't invite me to speak or I might have voiced a question about my clothing
for the day. Instead, she ate ripe strawberries with her sharp, red tipped
fingers in relative silence.
I guessed that perhaps she was waiting for me to spill something on my jacket
while doing dishes after brunch or perhaps she wanted me to slosh soapy water on
my skirt while attending to Mistress in her bath. Was she was trying to find a
way to punish me? Surely she realized that she didn't needed to do such a thing.
I tend to be a clumsy, forgetful fool when excited, offering Mistress ample
opportunity to bend me over her knee by keeping me only nominally stimulated.
It wasn't until she had me dress her provocatively, but comfortably, and handed
me the chauffeur's cap that I understood. "Yes Mistress." I said, taking the cap
from her hand gently. I nearly laughed as I did. I had worried all morning for
nothing. Mistress simply wanted to go for a Sunday drive.
I begged to pack a picnic dinner and Mistress smiled. "You read my mind pet."
She said, before instructing me on what to bring. I slipped a few cookies that I
made the night before into a napkin and hid them in the corner of the basket as
I prepared it. Seeing as I had instructions to also pack food for her dog,
Chiot, I hid a bell pepper in the same corner of the basket. Chiot loved bell
peppers. I met Mistress Loren in her study when I finished.
She was relaxing in her large chair near her desk reading the morning newspaper.
It was something that I was elated to see. Mistress usually wished to talk of
politics or current events after reading the newspaper. When we did so, she
encouraged me to challenge her. She liked a good debate. It was one of the few
times she allowed me to speak to her as if I were nearly her equal and also one
of the few times I was comfortable doing so. I hoped we would have such
conversations during our drive or perhaps over dinner.
"Put the basket in the trunk of the car and then get Chiot." Mistress said
without looking up from the crisp text before her, "I'll meet you in the garage
in five minutes. Be ready to leave."
"Yes Mistress." I replied, then bowed at the doorway and pranced off down the
hall. I wedged the basket in the corner of the trunk beside the spare tire so it
wouldn't slide around during our drive. The top of the convertible was easily
positioned so it was safely tucked away, exposing the leather interior of
Mistress' car to the thick, midsummer heat. Then I returned to the house for
Chiot.
He followed me giddily, as he had already guessed what was about to happen.
Maybe he knew what a chauffeur's cap meant. I wondered if he guessed Mistress'
intentions before I did.
When Mistress entered the garage she found Chiot in the back seat, panting. He
was ready. There was no doubt. But Mistress frowned when she looked at me.
"Tara," She said in a very controlled voice, "I thought I told you to be ready."
I swallowed hard and tried to think of what I must have forgotten. The picnic
basket was in the trunk. I gathered a frisbee for Chiot. It was in the trunk as
well. I had a hair tie for Mistress in my pocket in the event she wished for
one. The keys to the car were in my hand. I was even standing next to the
passenger's side door of the car, ready to open if for Mistress.
Not knowing what else to say I simply replied, "Yes Mistress."
"Then why didn't you do as I asked?" Mistress' voice was like ice in the hot
summer air. It sent a chill down my spine. Indeed, I forgot something. I knew I
had to figure out what it was... and fast!
"Because I'm a forgetful slut Mistress." I replied, "Please allow me to correct
my mistake."
Mistress Loren sighed, crossed her arms, and tapped one foot. "Very well pet."
she said, "You have three minutes."
"Thank you Mistress" I said, and trotted back into the house. Mistress' perfume
teased my senses and left my mind wanting more as I passed.
I closed the door and sank backward with my shoulders flat against the hard
wood. A long, frustrated sigh escaped me. What had I forgotten? I reviewed the
morning again in my mind but couldn't find the one thing I'd neglected. Then I
turned on myself.
Why didn't I ask what I had done wrong before leaving the garage? Why was I so
arrogant that I thought I could figure it out? I knew Mistress Loren would be
even more upset. I pulled my hair and quickly ran over her instructions,
muttering them aloud to myself. What had I forgotten?
I reentered the garage when my watch told me that three minutes had passed.
Kneeling before Mistress on the warm concrete, I kissed her shoes. "Please
forgive me Mistress." I begged, "But I don't know what I've done wrong. Please
tell me and allow me to correct it Mistress. Please?"
I heard Mistress sigh again. Heavy malice filled the garage along with her
words. "We don't have time for this pet." I felt myself begin to tremble. "Go
back into the house. Look in the mirror and tell me what you've forgotten." I
didn't dare look up at her. Instead, I kept my head down and my gaze on her
shoes.
"Yes Mistress." I replied, simply, and then crawled into the house. I shut the
door again once inside and scampered off to Mistress' bedroom.
I don't remember how long I stood stupefied in front of Mistress' full length
mirror. I remembered the boots, skirt, and skirt jacket. Mistress didn't say a
word about undergarments or a blouse, so I hadn't put any of those items on. The
skirt and jacket were far from conservative, but covered me well enough.
I had the chauffer's cap in my hand. The picnic basket was packed and ready. I
bathed Chiot with the garden hose just yesterday. I'd seen to it personally. So
even that wasn't something I'd forgotten.
I realized I'd been twirling my hair around my index finger in frustration and
closed my eyes. I needed a few more moments to think. I had to clear my head
from the pleasure I derived from being told what to do. I had to separate myself
from the lust that being a simple servant brought to me. I took a deep breath
and decided to try and calm myself.
Then I heard the door from the garage shut and knew Mistress Loren was on her
way. My pulse quickened. I was instantly afraid. I lowered my gaze to the floor
as I heard her shoes clicking on the hardwood floor. When I knew she was
directly behind me I opened my mouth to ask permission to speak, but she cut me
off.
"Do you know what you've forgotten yet?" She asked. Impatience dripped from
every syllable.
"No Mistress." I answered truthfully, "I honestly haven't a clue. Please forgive
me. I..."
"Stop apologizing!" Mistress all but yelled, "I don't want to hear how sorry you
are. I want to hear how you're going to remedy the problem." Mistress paused for
a moment, then cleared her throat. "Now, pet."
"Yes Mistress," I stammered, "I... I don't know how... I..." Then I dropped to
the floor. I kissed Mistress' shoes many times. Between kisses I begged to know
what I'd done wrong and how I could correct my mistake.
"That's better." Mistress chided, "At least you've admitted a mistake, unlike
when I first came into the garage."
I swallowed hard. Mistress had noticed my earlier arrogance. I chastised myself
anew. Of course she noticed. She's the epitome of perception. On top of that,
she knows me well. She probably even knows, without having to look, that I hid a
dessert for her and Chiot in the picnic basket.
For a moment I wondered if that was what she could be referring to. Perhaps she
really does know of the cookies and bell pepper. Then I remembered Mistress'
words. She said that I'd forgotten something, not that I'd loaded contraband
into the car.
How fantastic. I did something stupid and made Mistress upset. I'm going to be
in even more trouble when she finds out that I packed things she didn't specify.
But what had I forgotten?
"Stand up pet." Mistress commanded, interrupting my frantic thoughts.
"Yes Mistress." I replied, even as I was rising from the ground.
"Turn around and face the mirror."
"Yes Mistress." I did as she told me.
"Good girl. One step at a time. Now..." Mistress reached around me and grabbed
the collar's loop that was fastened around my neck and it all became clear.
"What is this?"
And then I knew.
"It's a collar Mistress." I replied. I wasn't supposed to wear a collar outside
of the house. How stupid of me!
"And why were you going to wear it out of the house?"
"Because I'm a forgetful slut Mistress."
"Isn't that the truth!" Mistress sighed. "Now take it off and hang it up
properly in the closet. We're going for a drive. You're going to throw frisbee
with Chiot in the park while I relax in the sun. We're going to have a fun
afternoon. "
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." I spun, knelt,
and was about to kiss her shoes when Mistress spoke again.
"I'll deal with your punishment when we get home."
