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shay -> THE ARRIVAL (3/2/2005 7:12:49 PM)
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~*~The Arrival~*~
Around and around the carousel spins, bring valise and luggage of all shapes and sizes to their owners. She watches it turn, paying little heed to the cargo or those waiting for their belongings.
Instead Her alert green eyes travel from one entry to the other, almost casually. It is from one or the other the object of Her desire will arrive. A small smile plays on Her full glossy lips as awareness of Her surroundings keeps Her attentive.
A shiny metal tag captures Her traveling gaze as a huge piece of Samsonite makes its way along the steel belt of the carousel. "PROPERTY OF" is easily read although its owner’s name is not. The Woman's slender fingers reach to a metal band at Her side.
Attached to it too is a shiny silver tag, the deep etchings upon it traced by Her gentle touch. Soon it too would be placed upon a piece of property -- HER Property. She need not look at it to know what it says: PROPERTY of Shaylah 2003.
Her hand strays to the flogger looped at Her waist. She would not be difficult to pick out of the crowd. Already several handsome young men had offered their assistance in Her quest, moving off disappointed by wave of Her hand.
She shifts on the hard bench, Her long leather skirt hugging Her body from waist to toe tip. Only the points of Her shiny black boots can be seen touching the floor. Her creamy bare shoulders glitter under the florescent lights.
Mounds of alabaster skin threaten to spill over the top of Her black leather corset. Her ebony hair teases Her skin as it falls over Her shoulder. Long and soft, dark and mysterious, She looks like a creature of the night awaiting Her next victim.
Her emerald pools are drawn back to the carousel as a yapping fills the air. The sound is soon joined by the laughter of an awaiting child, eager to be united with his pet. The Woman smiles watching. Soon Her pet would be joining Her as well.
She rises gracefully to Her feet casting a glance to the arrival board. Still on time. Good! She nods Her head crossing the tiled floor to the lounge. A young steward moves immediately to Her left side as She seats Herself.
A long Menthol cigarette is Her most immediate desire. The flick of a lighter in the boy's hand draws a hearty chuckle from Her soft lips. He keeps his eyes cast down though She wonders if it is out of respect or to peek down Her deep cleavage.
As She lights the cigarette from his flame, She is left with no doubts of his desire. his soft voice, shy and timid, reaches to Her ears, "Mistress, may i get You anything else?" She shakes Her head negatively, yet pauses to evaluate him.
his pale green eyes seem to glow as She reaches a gloved hand to tousle his blonde hair. Were this Her true Home She knew the boys place would be assured. Instead She sighs, replying with a gentle, "No thank you hon." and watches him move away dejectedly.
She turns Her attention to the windows looking out over the runways. As though aware of Her properties homeland, the weather is dismal, a fine mist splattering the glass that shields Her from the elements. A pity.
She had really wanted him to see North Carolina in its glory.
Whispers of gray smoke float in the air surrounding Her. As Her green eyes darken, She hears soft voices around Her. "Is that Her?" "She's One of those Dominatrix." "No, She's a Mistress" "Have you spoken to Her?"
She turns unexpectedly, the young steward and a friend blushing crimson red.
A voice over a loud speaker jerks Her attention from them. She rises swiftly, snuffing out the cigarette heading back to the carousel. Familiarity surrounds Her as She moves back to Her seat.
Goosebumps race over Her silky skin as Her green eyes sparkle with an inner fire. Her dainty hand open and close in small fists as anxiety and anticipation fill Her. he's here! After so long! In a few moments, She and Hers would be face to face!
She spots him before he sees Her, resisting the urge to call out to him. his blue eyes are bright, scanning the area. As they land upon Her, a brilliant smile lights up his face.
Her heart races within Her chest so hard She is sure those around Her can hear it. She rises back to Her feet, opening Her arms. Decorum flies out the window as he picks up his pace, crossing the room into Her embrace.
Warm loving arms pull him tight, a kiss to his forehead hiding Her tears of joy. Time seems to stand still as the carousel continues to turn around and around. It brings property back to their rightful owners just as an aircraft has delivered Her boy.
he looks up, She smiles. They kiss softly and both know. She lips Her hand behind his neck, caressing him there. She leans into him a bit, holding him tightly, whispering the words he has waited ages to hear, words that She has longed to say in Person.
"Welcome Home, MINE!"
~*~THE END~*~
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