ok.. so here's today.... and I'm biting My fingernails cuz the recruiter has not called with an offer from the company. It could be a head game to get Me ready to take less money or maybe something spooked them.... who knows.... but I don't like it. To lessen the angst, I have been writing... started a new story and because I'm feeling a little dark and pissed off.... it's taking that shadowy tone.... maybe it will be a good thing.... I can't decide the Male Female thang.. so don't get attached.... it could change from Domme/malesub to Dom/femalesub or Domme/femalesub... wont be Dom/male.. cuz I'm not feelin that.....
oh... and finn finally sent in his assignment and was poking around with a semi/whine that I hadnt posted it yet... and it made Me wonder who the fuck made him My blog editor/agent.... the answer is of course NO ONE DID! he will be here this weekend.. so I suppose We will have a chance to talk about that then....
About the story.... here is a taste...
She heard the soft click of the door. The hood covering her head muffled the sound and had her straining to hear. She could feel how closely it covered her head. It fit like a second skin and her nervousness was causing a slight sheen of sweat inside. When she first arrived her skin was crawling. Now she was aware of another presence in the room. She didn't know who it was, or what was going to happen, but she knew she would be called on to perform at her best. Her Mistress had made it clear that she should follow Her instructions precisely. She wanted to please Her at all times. She read the letter carefully to make sure she knew exactly what She wanted her to do. There was a bag with the letter. She wondered what was inside as she drifted back to what brought her here on her knees awaiting whatever fate She dealt her.
Mistress was very creative and the "sessions" usually pushed her to the edge of what she could endure. Not neccessarily from pain. Her Mistress was very talented at manipulation of the mine. Mistress handled her completely and she rarely had any idea of what was to come. She was patient and deliberate. She never got away with anything because Mistress had a long memory and always made her wonder how She could retain so much information, with her family and friends and work and slaves. She had brothers in slavery whom she was very jealous of at first but she came to love them and even felt some gratification when she was allowed to watch their torment and some relief to know they were sharing hers at times. Mistress dominated her in a way she could not define. It was total and complete.
She made sure to read the instructions very carefully. Before finding herself kneeling here in the dark shadow of her hood, she had read the paper over and over again, letting her fingers feel the expensive linen with the embossed crest of Her initials. The soft flowing script of Her handwriting fit her meticulous personality well. She wanted to follow the instructions to the letter. If she failed to obey even the slightest detail the wrath would fall upon her. She was an exacting woman and while she didn't always see Her purpose at first, it always became clear to her in the end. The orders had been simple. Pack a bag, go to the address written down, be there by noon.
She came dressed in a pleated skirt, a pretty blouse and high heels. She wasnt a beauty by any means and was not a thin girl. Her Mistress said she had wonderful curves and had explored every one of them. She walked in the house timidly because she had no idea where she was or why she was there. She hoped fervently that her Mistress KNEW these people. Trust was the key here though. She never kept Mistress waiting, even if she wasn't physically there and Her pleasure was foremost in her mind. She carried the 2 bags into the house. One had her clothing. She did not look inside the other bag. She had no idea how She would know if her curiosity got the best of her and even though she was dying to know what was in the bag, she set it down firmly repeating the mantra, "i must not look. i must not look." She simply obeyed orders which through trial and error had proven to be the best course of action. She belonged to Her and would get past the curiosity coursing through her blood. She slowly sunk to her knees, spreading them wide, her fingers flowing to lay upturned on her creamy white thighs and succumed to the peaceful darkness of the hood and the ownership of her being as she waited for Her. Her nose picked up the scent of perfume... but wait... that isn't the scent of her owner...........
to be continued....
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