C-part one:
Charity
...the door slammed hard from all the force of anger in charity, she spat out, "FUCK!" before going to the window and pushing back the drapes to peer outside. "What a night for this to happen" she thought as her hand swirled around the window pane to clear a spot to look out into the street with.
charity had soaked for a long time in her large tub; the scented bubbles caressed her body as they softened it. She wanted this evening to be perfect. After a luxury soak, she shampooed her long tresses, dried off carefully and applied more scented lotions to her already silky soft skin. charity dried her hair and brushed it till it shone with dancing lights, blending in with the gold and red of her hair. It had a natural wave so was easy to look after. And she knew that Mark LOVED her long hair. She always wore it down and loose when He was due to come over. She was dressed in soft aqua satin lingerie, white frothy lace across the top both hid and showed her breasts. Her nipples grew hard as she waited for Mark to come over and their evening to start.
Absentmindedly she played with the gold choker around her neck with "M" in emeralds set into it. Mark had thought it was a perfect match with her hair colour, even making the fiery tresses spark even more.
charity could not help but to keep glancing at the clock, on the wall; its soft ticking sounding like gun shots in the quiet room. The bedroom was prepared in all the ways Mark preferred. Long silk scarves laid out, dildoes and vibes, nipple clamps and lube in the small table beside the bed. If Mark wished, He would bring floggers and other assorted "toys" to use on His slut. Charity had fresh fruit prepared and on ice for later in the evening.
Now she wondered if there was going to be an evening! It was the blizzard from Hell out there right now! She could no longer even see her sidewalk, or fence. It normally took Mark thirty minutes to drive from His work to here. The news report on the small radio she had turned on did not help either. The newscaster was warning everyone to stay in and keep off the roads. The highway crews could not keep up with the snow covering everything, visibility was basically zero.
Mark had been teasing charity for a week now, with telling her was He was going to do to her tonight. Every morning she was asked if she had been a "good lil slut" and always she replied, "Oh yes! Very good and very bad." He gave her tasks to do, sometimes wearing a butt plug for hours then removing it only to replace with a large dildo. "Need My whore ready for My cock now, don't I slut?" He'd say and smile and pinch a nipple.
Just thinking of His cock made charity's cunt pulsate and soak her panties, if wearing them at the time. She was His fucktoy, His whore and His slut and she loved it all. charity was His submissive in every way, and loved Him with all her heart. Tonight was to be so special and now a blizzard might be spoiling it all.
A quick glance at the clock before turning to look out the window again brought a soft moan to her lips. She needed Him so much; her body craved Him and all that He would do it. There were no limits, she was His fully and completely, and He knew it.
Maybe, He will find a way to get here she thought....
C-part two:
The Wait
...charity had all the lights turned down low; wonderfully scented candles shared their splendor of sight and aroma, wafting it throughout the room. Soft music wrapped their enticing sounds around charity and caressed her mind and body with the messages of love surrounded by joy. charity had spent many careful hours arranging the different songs on these CD's; His favorites as well as hers. She slowly rocked her supple body to the rhythm, feeling every note take over her body, teasing and promising such pleasure.
Both she and Mark's tastes in music were very similar; eclectic tastes in every genre, depending on mood from Classical to Hip-hop to Heavy Metal. For now, the seductive sounds surrounding her were just a perfect match for the evening planned; IF Mark was able to make it home in time.
It was His idea to live this far from the city, He preferred privacy for them, and to be honest, she loved it also. No neighbors were close enough to hear her moans, or cries; no one to peek into windows to see Mark using her hard as His slut. They were very comfortable in this sprawling ranch style home, and Mark had spent many weekends in perfecting their "Play Room" in what used to be a type of barn/stable/storage facility. Many friends in this lifestyle had enjoyed the use of the hooks, shackles, suspension rings, ropes and assortment of "toys"; including of course Mark and her. The huge area was well heated and ventilated, depending on time of year; it was either nice and warm, or soothingly cool. And very private.