when my Mistress calls ...

i have been unbelievably busy lately with a pressing project at work. it has really consumed and sucked up all my time. with so much weighing on me, i sometimes do stupid unconscionable things which can tend to get me into more trouble.

case in point this past Friday. my Mistress and i had been invited to a birthday celebration for one of Her friends. i was excited to go. there would be food, drink and other libations. My Mistress busied herself about the kitchen baking some delicious cookies. Before i left for work on that day, She reminded me to be home and ready to go by 7:30PM, sharp.

unfortunately, i got tied up literally at work with this project i was working on. to make matters worse, i was crawling around working on some wires and had not noticed that my phone had fallen out of my pocket of all places the ceiling!. The hours ticked away and i had forgotten where i lost my phone. my crew and i heard it ringing, yet we couldn't locate it. finally, someone said, "hey, i think it is up in the ceiling?"

I climbed back up there, and sure enough, there it was, buzzing and vibrating quite put out and angrily at me. i stared down at the blinking screen and knew immediately who was trying to reach me.

The first thing i saw was my Mistresses text.

at 7:47PM She calmly texted:
"What is going on?"

i had not responded, even though the deadline for me finishing up my work and leaving had passed.

She had called me 5 times within the span of a half hour.

She then called me and left me this terse message.

"fishpaste", What the fuck!
You, had better answer your GOD DAMNED PHONE RIGHT NOW!
And no! I don't give a flying fuck or care about other responsibilities or things you are involved in right now.
Get your ass on the phone and call me, NOW!

She then called me again.

"fishface", if you know what is good for you, ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE ... RIGHT NOW!"

but ...

it was the last text that scared me. i am always frightened when my Mistress texts me and starts counting the seconds as to when i should answer. it can only mean that i have pushed Her to the limit, and am in serious danger of losing Her. :(

at 8:05PM She texted me:

"you have exactly two seconds to answer. and no, again I don't give a rat's ass or fuck about what is keeping you busy. Excuse yourself and answer ME immediately!"

luckily, at that point, i was out the door on my way home, and though shaking like a leaf, had managed enough courage to call Her and apologize for my inane stupidity.

i called Her back immediately, and told her what had happened. She listened and was silent, but i could almost tell that She was grinning almost ready to bust out laughing because of my ineptness.

i told her i was on my way home and that i would be there shortly.

"How soon will you be here?"
"about 10 minutes.", i said.
"Good."

I pushed the pedal to the metal and rushed home.
please understand that everything that i have or use belongs to my Mistress also. being a submissive means rendering respect and honor to your Mistress, especially, when you have fucked up big time.

this was such an occasion.

i timidly texted Her:
"i'm back Mistress. may i enter?"

She immediately texted me back:
"Get your butt in here."

i came in tried to apologize profusely for what happened, then i saw the reason for Her anger.

My Mistress had made me one of Her special cookies. it was a lone cookie with a single candle burning brightly.

"Happy belated birthday pet."

She than sang Happy Birthday to me with Her own sardonic touch.
"happy Birthday to you... happy birthday to you.
your'e too fucking old to put more candles on it."

i almost got choked up. but, didn't this time.

"Now, pack this crap up, get your ass upstairs, change that shirt and let's go get some ______.

i stuffed the rest of Her cookie in my mouth, smiled and gleefully did as i was told.