Miss Alyonka. Part 6

I spent all the New Year holidays under the pussy of my now true mistress Alyonka, but everything in its proper order, as they say.

After the events described in part five, I thought I had restored my honor and dignity and behaved quite arrogantly and even somewhat brazenly at work. Now I felt that it was Alyonka who was trying to avoid meetings and didn't want to communicate with me, not me as before.

This, however, turned me on, and I provoked her in every way, sometimes teasing her by throwing jokes her way when we suddenly met face-to-face in the corridors, like whether she wanted some of my homemade yogurt or if she needed a man's help, if she needed tape,

and similar nonsense. But Alyonka didn't fall for my provocations and simply ignored me, as if I didn't exist, as if nothing had ever happened between us. And what a confrontation it had been! I won that confrontation! Or so I thought, or so I wanted to think.

However, over time, I began to realize that I missed Alyonka, her rude and arrogant communication towards me, her haughty gaze, and, in the end, her taste, yes! The taste of her glorious pussy. I became nervous and less self-confident when I realized that I am actually a slave and I lack a mistress, my mistress! My Alyonka!

But what was I to do? After all, I myself destroyed everything that I now missed and regretted so much, and I didn't know how to get out of this situation and regain what I had lost, I didn't know what to do, and I apparently couldn't fully admit all this yet, nor confess it to Alyonka herself. But time passed, and I understood more and more clearly who I really am!

My attempts to get Alyonka alone and talk to her were unsuccessful (I just wanted to sort of make peace for starters), she simply continued to ignore me and avoided me in every way. I texted her (mostly when drunk), but all to no avail. I even came to her house, but that also proved futile. She read the texts, I saw that, but she didn't reply. In the texts, I wrote that I missed her, that she was great, that I wanted a relationship with her, and roughly like that I tried to get through to her, but it didn't work.

And then, once again after getting drunk, I wrote to her that I was very sorry I had lost her as my mistress, that I had made many mistakes, and only now did I understand who I am and who she is, meaning I wrote to her that I want to be her slave and for her to be my mistress, and that I in no way wish to contest this now, and that I am ready to serve her faithfully and truly, ready for any sacrifices on my part, I begged her to forgive me. Suddenly, after my confession, I got a text from her: "come to my entrance and wait for me."

It was around 10 PM, and like a madman, I rushed to my mistress (after quickly taking a shower first). I couldn't believe my luck, I was probably the happiest person in the universe.

Approaching the entrance, I dialed Alyonka's number, but she hung up and wrote that I should wait for her on the bench in the courtyard. It was quite chilly outside (already December), but of course I didn't dare refuse my mistress and, obeying, went to the bench and saw Alyonka looking at me from her window. After watching for a bit, she moved away from the window, and I remained by the bench waiting for her.

About an hour passed, I was already quite cold, but I didn't dare call or text Alyonka. Then about two hours passed, and only occasionally did I notice her glancing at me from the window of her warm apartment. After about three or four hours, I already understood that this was my PUNISHMENT! And that Alyonka wasn't planning to come out to me at all, and that this wasn't just punishment, but a test of my readiness to serve her (after all, a slave has no right to question the mistress's decision and must fulfill her whim). I mustered patience and continued to wait obediently, shifting from foot to foot (I was, of course, quite frozen). Probably from around 1 AM, Alyonka stopped appearing at the window (probably went to bed, I thought), at 6:00 AM a text came: "YOU'RE FREE!"

I was even a little happy that I could leave, although I was disappointed to leave empty-handed. Getting home, I drank some hot tea and, completely sleep-deprived and feeling the hangover pounding in my temples, trudged to work, hoping that there I would see my mistress Alyonka and she would at least there, somehow, condescend to me and explain to me what would happen with us next.

However, at work, Alyonka again behaved as if nothing had happened, but I didn't dare start a conversation with her myself and continued to wait, trying to catch her gaze when we saw each other; my gaze was probably like that of a loyal German Shepherd, drilling with its eyes, waiting for a command or at least an approving look from its owner. And I waited for that look! She looked at me and winked, but immediately left, and I almost went crazy from that!!!

Nothing else happened at work that day, she went home so that I didn't even notice and therefore I couldn't even offer to walk her home. In the evening, being at home waiting for some text from Alyonka, I dared and sent her a heart emoji, to which again came a text: "come to the bench." Of course, I understood that she was already mocking me, but I didn't dare refuse her and, dressing warmly, trudged to "my spot."