I feel my knees and legs start to pain ever so slightly as I maintain my posture. My arms even grow heavy and I begin to build up a slight sweat.

'Is she going to say something?'

'This silence is killing me'

Irene hasn't moved at all, her 5'2 ft figure towers over me. In this position all I can see are her milky white legs. I've never really had a fetish for it but her's are just so enticing that it draws upon my hidden desires.

Irene taps her right foot. She has noticed my lecherous gaze I suppose. And she does this to refocus my attention. I slowly raise my head getting ready to face my executioner.

She is pouting slightly clearly not impressed with my display, "What should I do to you?" She asks.

"Give me your heart" I answer. My joke just gets shot down with glare. She clearly hasn't found this funny at all.

"Be serious, do you ... know how bad I felt all day" she says " I thought ... I broke your trust and I was really , not feeling well"

She is surprisingly really direct. From what I've noticed of her character, she seemed like the strong type who doesn't need protection from anything. It is one of the reasons she is so attractive to me. But this vulnerable side of her is not that bad either.

"I'm sorry" I apologize once more, "I forgot .... and slipped up. I just didn't want you finding out , a day after I promised you not to tell anybody, I went and messed up."

Looking at my remorseful figure, a smile slowly grows on her face , "Never lie again."

"Huh"

"If you do something wrong tell me straight away. Don't try to hide it. I'm not that scary am I" She says

'Actually you are both my best dream and worst nightmare'

Obviously I'm not going to say that though

"I promise. I promise." , I say twice as if the more times I say it the more she will believe me.

Now that its out of the way, I put my hand on the bare flooring and try to get up. I find it particular difficult at this time because my right leg has seemed to have gone to sleep. There is this numbing sensation running through it. My foot is frozen and is glued to the floor.

Irene seeing my movements suddenly proclaims with authority " Have I given you permission to get up yet?"

I look bewilderedly, not understanding her reasoning but I creep back into position anyway. And just sit like an obedient pet.

'Is she training me?'

'Do I get a treat for being good then?'

Irene continues, "I still haven't completely forgiven you"

"What do you want me to do ? I'll do anything" I beg

"Close your eyes?" She suddenly says. A pink blush is slowly forming on her cheeks.

She is clearly planning something.

'I HOPE ITS NAUGHTY!' ~.~

I nod my head, agreeing to her request silently and follow her orders. I close my eyes and await whatever she's about to do.

In the pitch blackness. I can hear various distinct sounds. The sound of nervousness, breathing and clutterous movement.

My senses seem to have heightened and I've become extremely sensitive.

My deep concentration is suddenly interrupted with the cold touch of a hand on my cheek. It lightly brushes and makes me s.h.i.+ver.

I feel and her breath, it grows louder and she edges closer. I feel its ticklish touch which makes my skin crawl and causing gooseb.u.mps to reveal themselves all over my body.

Without warning I feel something soft smack against my cheek. And just as soon as it appears, it disappears. I raise my hand to feel where that sensation just came from.

Not knowing what else to do, I remain still but begin to open my eyes. Contrary to my expectations what greets my view is not Irene but rather that of an empty couch.

I search the room with my eyes and find Irene at the other end of the room with her books in hand.

Seeing my confused state she says, "Hey, get up! you need to drive me home"

Still dazed at what just occurred, I just follow her out of the door and to my car all the while thinking...

'Why didn't she do more!!!!'