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ThornBlood -> The Airport (6/12/2004 9:29:41 AM)
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Calmly waiting for the plane to arrive at the gate, I
sit. As the rush of people flood through the gate, one
slender figure stands apart from the others. She is
wearing a simple white blouse and a short red skirt
and at the bottom of very long, breathtakingly shapely
legs, a pair of blood red four inch spike heels. Just
as instructed.
A slow smile crosses my lips. I rise, looking at you,
in the flesh, for the very first time. You have no
luggage, knowing none would be necessary. You wobble
only slightly on the towering stilettos and the blouse
is thin enough to show the outline of sweet hard
nipples as well as the rings that adorn them. Feeling
the blood begin to surge warmly through my veins, I
wait for you to notice me, the fire in my eyes burning
into you as your searching gaze meets mine.
Recognition is acknowledged by a slight parting of
lush, full lips, at which time you walk proudly and
without hesitation through the swirling crowds to
where I stand. My eyes focussed now on the quickening
pulse that beats visibly in your throat, I lean toward
you and whisper into your ear, "Well done my pet. You
have followed my first set of instructions perfectly.
Now follow the second."
Startled and somewhat uneasy, you look around, showing
the first sign of hesitation--or is it
embarasment?--thinking that I would not truly ask this
of you. I continue to look at you steadily, my voice
low enough that only you can hear as I command softly,
"Do it now pet".
You look up at me and the awareness darkens your brown
eyes almost black. This is the moment, the first and
only time my will can be tested, challenged, defied
and realizing this, your blush deepens to crimson,
your head lowers, and you step out of the expensive
red high heels. The crowd looks at us with furtive,
curious glances as you sink gracefully to your knees
before me; a few even pause in their ignorance to
watch or stare with faint disapproval before
continuing on with their petty Victorian lives.
Unaware of anything but the gleam of approval in my
eyes, you raise pale, trembling fingers and gather the
cloud of soft curls up off your neck. In my hand is
the slim golden collar which I place around your
throat, closing the link, and snapping the tiny lock
into place.
Smiling as you hold your perfect kneel, I kiss you
softly on the forehead and remove the leash from my
left pocket, clipping it to the ring on the collar.
Barely able to conceal the pride in my voice, I
whisper, "Very well done pet. You have followed
everything to perfection. Rise and walk with me."
Together we leave the gloom of the crowded terminal
and head out into the cool evening air, the blood red
heels abandoned behind us in the middle of the glossy floor.
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