Sarah's coming home

As soon as Mistress Alex left, Michael turned on his heels. He surveyed the room. Everywhere there were signs of their play weekend. Both the living room and bedroom were in shambles. The living room had stains on the floor and from where they played. The bedroom sheets were all musky and smelled like sex. He didn't know how long Sarah would take to come home, so he rushed to clean everything and keep up the appearance that he had been home alone all weekend.

Sarah had no rush to get home. She had booked a visit to her hairstylist before going home. The hairdresser had been surprised when Sarah had asked her to dye her hair alongside the haircut. Sarah had enjoyed the look she had when wearing the wig, so she asked for an identical style. It also reminded her of the fun she had had this weekend. But first, she had to make Mistress Alex disappear, so she made her way. She had decided to initiate her best friend Cora in what she and Michael were doing. Hopefully, she can store some stuff at hers in the future. But that was for another time. Right now, she could enjoy the afterglow of the weekend and let the hairstylist take care of her. Before she leaned back, she sent a message to Michael.

Michael was done cleaning the apartment, and when his phone buzzed, he dashed to read the message.

"Hello, **** boy, is your girlfriend home yet, and how is my little parting gift treating you?" Michael smiled when he read the message. Sarah was really going hard with this roleplay, and she was so good at it that it felt like a different person when she played Mistress Alex. He answered back.

"No, mistress, not yet, and thank you for this gift you've bestowed on me." It took only a minute or so for her response to come back.

"You are welcome, ****. However, I have your first task. You are not to give your "girlfriend" any attention when she comes home. The thought of my toy being intimate with another person makes me sick, and that means no kissing, no unnecessary nudity, or other nasty stuff. That body of yours belongs to me." Michael shivered slightly when he read it. This was exciting but also very challenging. Subconsciously he thought about how Sarah would react before catching himself and reminding him that they were the same person. He answered back simply.

"Yes, mistress." He put the phone away and realized that he had yet to dress. The last few days had conditioned him not to feel the breeze against his body as he moved around.

Sarah's visit to the stylist was very relaxing. At one point, they asked what made her want to change her hair so drastically, and Sarah could only smile and said that it was a surprise for her boyfriend. When she was finished at the hairstylist, she switched phones, and from the taxi, she took a somewhat lewd photo with the message.

"Had a boring weekend and missed you. Can't wait to be home." When she got home, she pulled the suitcase up the stairs, opened the apartment door, stepped inside, and called out.

"Hey, Babe, I'm home!"