After my punishment last night I regressed so much I couldn't speak, but Mama took care of me. She helped me take a bath and wash my hair. She put my jammies on me and even helped me eats my dinner. That was a hard punishment. She seemed so cold and distant. Being deprived of her touch for so long when she's so close is awful. I'd rather get a spanking. At least those are over pretty quickly. The rest of our night after that went well. Mama let me stay up really late since it's not a school night and watch a movie with her but I still fell asleep before it was over. I was so sleepy. She slept with me last night but I just woke up and she's gone. I crawl out of bed and walk around the house.

"Mama?" I say quietly.

"Yes baby?" I hear her but I don't see her. I follow the sound of her voice to the kitchen. She's at the counter cutting up fruit. I stand beside her and steal a piece. She looks at me out of the corner of her eye and smiles.

"You left me." I pout and fold my arms.

"You needed your rest and by the look of this attitude you may need more." She slides the fruit into a bowl and begins to wash her hands.

I uncross my arms and shake my head. "No Mama."

"Oh good. So you can join me for breakfast." She looks at me and then looks at my jammies. "You want to stay in your pajamas all day?"

"Yes but these are jammies Mama not pajamas." I correct her.

She raises an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Mm hmm." I pirouette in the middle of the kitchen. "See? You can only do that in jammies because they're better than pajamas."

She smiles. "I see. You could wear those to class sometime." She dries her hands on the dish towel.

I laugh. "Don't be silly Mama."

She kisses my forehead. "Can you carry that bowl of fruit outside to the table?"

I nod and take the bowl outside. I eat another piece of fruit before Mama gets outside. She has the rest of our breakfast on a tray.

"Do you need help feeding yourself?" Mama asks handing me my plate.

"No ma'am. I can do it."

"Okay." She says.

I really just want to eat the fruit and that's it, but I know I have to at least eat a little bit of everything else. Mistress is quietly eating her food. I wonder what she thinks about when she's not talking. Maybe she thinks about me or about dancing. Hmm. I love her. Wait. I what?

After breakfast I end up changing my clothes because I got messy. I wasted syrup on my jammies. I was too sticky to keep them on. Mistress is putting them in the washing machine for me. I'm in my room, lying on the floor reading a book when Mistress walks in.

"There you are. Are you okay?"

"Yes, but I'm not in little space anymore, Mistress."

"Okay. Thanks for letting me know."

I close my book and sit up. "Why haven't I ever seen your bedroom?"

"You never asked." She says nonchalantly.

"Can I make a request?"

"Yes."

"When I'm here I always want to sleep together, please. Sometimes we don't and I don't like it." I tell her.

She nods. "We can do that. Anything else?"

I shake my head no. She stares at me like she wants to devour me. It makes me blush.

"Come with me. I want to show you something." Mistress says. I follow her upstairs and down a long hall. We enter a room with tarp on the ground. "Knew you were sadistic, didn't think you were murderous though." I kick the tarp out of my way.

She chuckles. "I'm not... Not on the weekends anyway."

I giggle. The walls in this room are covered with art. Some canvases are adorned with bright and warm colors while others are dark and gloomy. There's an easel set up looking out of the bay windows.

I walk around the room looking at the art work. "These paintings are beautiful."

"Thank you."

I turn to look at her. "You made these?"

She nods. "Painting was my first love. I just happen to be really good at dancing too."

"So you don't love dancing?" I ask confused.

"Of course I do, but it didn't come as naturally as painting did. At first dance was more of a chore than anything. Then it became the only thing I wanted to do. Painting kind of took a back seat until..." She stops talking suddenly.

I look at her. "Until what?"

"I was inspired again by a stunningly beautiful girl that walked into my class wearing an obnoxiously bright lime green tutu the first day."

I start laughing. "I lost a bet!!" I say trying to defend myself.

Mistress chuckles. "Well you didn't seem bothered or distracted by it in the least. You always seemed so serious back then which made the tutu even funnier." Mistress opens the closet and pulls out a canvas. There's a black and white picture of the studio at school with my tutu exploding into bright colors against the dull background. It's breathtaking.

"It really brightened my day. I had to come home and paint it." She sits the picture to the side. "Then there was no stopping. I've never shown anyone any of my work."

"No one?" I ask. I feel honored.

She shakes her head no.

"They're so good though." I say.

"Thank you."

As she's looking at her own work there's a certain glow to her that I've never seen. Even when she's dancing. It's vulnerable and enticing. Inviting.

"Babe." She says still staring at one picture in particular.

"Yes, Mistress?"

"I've always wanted to paint you. Will you let me?"

I giggle. "Me??"

"Yes you. You're beautiful." She strokes my hair gently.

"Of course you can." I kiss the palm of her hand. "I belong to you."

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Five a.m. comes fast and hard. It's cold in here. Silent. You can feel the anxiety in the air. In a way it makes me feel better that everyone here is just as nervous as me. I'm sitting alone, listening to music, and stretching. Michael comes to the front of the stage so I take my earbuds out. He breaks us into groups for a warm up. The warms ups aren't difficult at all. Nothing Miss Bell wouldn't make us do day to day. Miss Bell. I chuckle to myself. Mistress. God, I did not want to leave her side this morning. You should see how beautiful she is when she first wakes. Her full and thick eyelashes fluttering, allowing her eyes to adjust. The last traces of sleep slowly slipping from her voice. The way she holds me so close to her like I might disappear while she's sleep. I almost made myself late this morning, rubbing and grinding my ass against her. Teasing her. I know I'll pay for that later but it was fun. I've never been with someone who only has to breathe to turn me on. Don't get me wrong, Olivia is very beautiful and our sex life was fine. However, we didn't have that spark or chemistry or whatever it is that draws me to Mistress like a moth to a flame. I can't resist her.

"Good Katia." The woman leading my group says. She says my name wrong.

"Ma'am I think it's Katia." A girl behind me says. I turn around to see who came to my rescue. A dark haired girl winks at me. I smile and turn back around.

"Noted." The instructor says. After our warm up together she teaches us a routine. The routine proves to be a bit more difficult than the what we were doing before. The mystery girl helps me out and I do the same for her. We make a good team. The first rehearsal comes to an end. The girl catches up with me.

"Hey, I'm Amber." She tosses her bag's strap across her shoulder.

"Hey. Everyone just calls me Kat."

She smiles. "Well nice to meet you, Kat. See ya around."

I wave as she walks away. "See ya."

At least I've made one friend.