the missing sharpie pen

sometimes serving a dominant woman is not easy. there are little things that get Her ire up such as; throwing away a plastic bottle in the garbage, when it could be recycled. or, not coming quickly enough when being called. i was asked by my Mistress to retrieve a pen from Her car. She told me a specific location from where to find it. She also told me to move quickly as She had many things for me to do that evening. being the efficient sub that i am, i scoured the entire car top to bottom for a pen. i looked under seats, in the glovebox, in the console and of course in the trunk. i very much wanted my Mistress to be proud of the efficient job that i was undertaking for Her. however, after an intricate and exhaustive search of Her vehicle there was no pen to be found. i trudged back upstairs to report back to Her.

as i walked in through the door, She commanded,

"fishpaste! get your ass in here, now!"

"Where the fuck have you been? Goddamnit! it's been over a 1/2 an hour, what have you been doing all this time!!" She was seething and vehemently angry with me.

i looked down with a downcast expression on my face. "i was looking for the sharpie You wanted Mistress. i couldn't find it, *stammering* so i looked all over your car for it hoping to find it."

She looked past an errant stray strand of brunette hair that was not quite in place and stared me down.

"That was well over a 1/2 hour ago! I have lots for you to do this evening! I have been waiting for your ass for 45 minutes! what the fuck were you doing down there!" She stood glaring at me with hands on hips!"

now, i had that uneasy, hollow feeling in my chest. Y/you know the kind that feels like there is nothing to support the crushing heavy weight that is suspended over You? "but, Mistress i wanted You to see how efficient i am, when You ask me to do something. i'm just that way."

"Come over Here!" She yanked hard on my shirt and pulled me down so that, i was forced to look up at Her. She grabbed the lower portion of my face with Her hand and dug Her nails in deep squeezing and pinching the skin around my mouth and chin.

i flinched from the pain. "No flinching, or I'll squeeze harder." my eyes began to water and i understood

omg, my Mistress was angry with me! but why, what had i done. i was quivering a bit, and then responded.

"Mistress", i spoke through quelled whimpering. "i only wanted to please You. i wanted You to see that i was being thorough in carrying through Your request." my eyes began to burn with tears.

She glared at me and squeezed my chin just a little harder.
"When I say that I want you to do something, I want you to listen to exactly what I am saying and do what I ask." She looked at me with a bit of a furrowed brow. "I said to go to my car and get the sharpie pen out of the console; did I not?" crossing Her hands over Her chest She continued to interrogate me.

"well? Answer Me?"

i nodded my head in agreement and compliance. "But taking a fucking 45 minutes to find one pen is just plain ridiculous fishpaste! I have many more things for you to do tonight and you wasted all your pathetic time looking for that pen."

i was embarrassed and ashamed of myself for wasting my Mistresses' valuable time. "Get over here! She motioned for me to come closer to where She was sitting. Stop Your pouting and go to the store and ... get ... Me ... a ... Sharpie ... pen!

i was in pain. with each word she dug and scratched my face with the sharp point of the pen She was wielding. the first two strikes drew some blood on both my nose and chin. She laughed as it dripped down my chin.

then emphasizing Her point some more, She hit me over the head with Her pen.
"do it quickly, or I will really give You something to whimper about, like kicking You hard in the balls, and don't forget the CD cases I asked for either"

i exited Her room and went to my car. i was happy and relieved to have gained some sort of saving face with my Mistress.