Leaving

“I need to leave, kitty.” Kissing her, I roll her over. Her smile is soft and delicate.

“See you in two weeks, Master.” Her hands grasp mine, pulling me to her, her lips pushing against mine as she does.

“See you in two weeks, Kitty.” Climbing out of bed, she lies smiling, watching me. I walk to the shower, get cleaned up and dressed. I walk out to find her standing by the door, her hand on the door frame blocking me.

“Kitty, I don’t have time for this.” Going to walk past her, she moves to step in my way. What is she doing now? She never does this.

“Seriously, kitty, if I miss my flight, you will be punished, and not in a good way.” Stepping to the other side, she quickly moves to block me again. Sure, I could pick her up quickly and move her, but where would be the fun in that?

“Would Master really leave unsatisfied?”

I feel like rolling my eyes at her right now, but I tell her not to, so I better not. Standing, I look at her, I have twenty minutes to leave the house, and she is blo