This is a reproduction of the first story I have ever written. It was written especial for the woman that has inspired the character of Angel. I hope you enjoy it. As always, I encourage you to vote and I invite your comments. So please take the time and let me know what you like and dislike. Thank You, S.S.
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Seated in her foyer waiting, with all the patients that Angel's nerves would allow her to muster, for her daughter to take her to the airport. Repeatedly she would rise and walk over to the hall mirror just to check her appearance. Angel must have repeated this checking process 20 times and each time she finds that her makeup, hair and clothing is just as she would desire. While everything was not perfect they were as perfect as her features would permit.
Logan Airport was about a 35 miles away by car and Angel's daughter was taking off of work to drive her there in time to catch her flight west. Master had sent her a first-class ticket. He was summoning her to his side. To meet in person for the first time. It had been months since they met on line. They would talk almost everyday on their computers, and then they would sneak into the privacy of a phone call.
Again Angel walked over to the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. As she looked into the mirror she wondered how Master would feel about her being taller than he is. She did not hide this fact from him. Nor did he hide the fact that it was on his mind for a time when they first met.
As these things were running through her mind Angel lightly fingered the necklace Master had sent her. He had not ordered her to wear it today, but she thought the silver would go well with her skirt and blouse. Besides, to Angel it looked like a collar. There are two metal pieces that snap together behind her neck and lay on top of her collarbone. The rest of the necklace is made up of over two hundred silver strands that wrap around her neck as they lay flat on her upper chest.
In this day of permanent press her white blouse is ironed to perfection. The open collar allows the necklace to show, but it is only open enough to give off just a hint of the cleavage of her more than ample breast. A smile came to her face as she noticed how clearly she could see her nipples through the material of the blouse. Angel had purchased a new cutout bra for this special meeting that left her nipples exposed. As she looked into the mirror Angel lifted, and lowered, each breast with her hands, and as if she was talking to the mirror she said. "I know he will like these."
The pleated skirt was a very dark blue and had a matching suit jacket. Angel was counting on the jacket to hide her nipples from the rest of the world. The hemline rested just above her knees. Angel smiled to herself as she noticed the flat of her stomach. Remembering all the hard work it took to get her stomach to be flat again after having her third child. That baby is now the daughter that she is waiting for, and has two babies of her own.
A close look at her red hair Angel found every strand in place. Although her hair is short it still is very fashionable for a woman. Angel wondered if her Master would have liked it a little longer. Oh well, it is to late now, she thought to herself. Again smiling within Angel's thought wandered to the stereotypes of redheads that says they are the most passionate women in all the world. It was true in her case. She thought it was amassing that she would have such passions within her, especially when she looked at how she was brought up.
Sitting back down Angel thought about her past and the road that brought her to this point in her life. Her first sexual experience at the age of 8 consisting of oral sex with her older cousin. Lost her virginity at age 10. The first female to female experience at age 12 was directed by a neighbor as a show for his friends. First child at age 15 and her third at age 20. Two very abusive husbands. And, now she sits waiting to go and meet a man that it is her desire to call him Master of her life.
Many may think her unbalanced, Angel thought, but to her it is very normal. As a child and as a young woman she put up with all that was asked of her just out of her desire to please. To serve the needs of an other. The man in her life.
The honk of the car horn broke into her thoughts. Angel jumped up with a start. Quickly she grabbed her suit case, purse, jacket and was out the door. Her daughter, Babs, was half way up the walk as Angel stepped out on to the porch. Babs reached to take her mother's bag, but Angel just shook her head and kept walking. "Lets go dear. I don't want to be late."
Rushing to the car, Babs held the back door open as Angel tossed her bag into the car. When both gals were strapped into the front seat off they went.
Once they were on their way, Babs started the conversation, "Mom are you sure you want to do this? How do you know that he is not some kind of weirdo?" Babs knows about her mother's desires.
"I have talked to this man for over four months now and not received one warning sign."
"Mom I know, but that has only been over the phone. Once he gets you to his house and all tied up he can do anything he wants."
"I know dear, but we are not going to his house right away. We are staying in a hotel near the airport until I feel safe enough to go to his home." Angel went on, "Oh dear, I left his name, the name and number to the hotel and his house in an envelop on the kitchen counter, and I will call you each night at about 9 PM. If for some reason I do not call, you are to call the local police and give them these numbers."
"You bet. I will turn his ass in if I do not hear from you." Angel just reached over and patted her daughter on the shoulder.
The rest of the ride they talked about everyday things. The children, their deadbeat father and Babs' new boyfriend whom she had just met on the internet. Every once in a while Babs would throw in a question about D/s and how it feels.
Just as they were stopping to drop Angel off at the airport she turn to Babs to answer her questions, "When you are with the right Master it all feels wonderful." Angel grabbed her bag and said, "Give the kids a kiss and hug for me and I will call you tonight."
*****
Once she was seated on the plane Angel started to thumb through the magazine that she had brought to read on the trip, but she really was not interested in reading. Her mind was on her Master. Remembering back to a little over four months ago....
Angel was moderating a chat room called "Safe For New Subs", she and another online friend set the room up to help out the "Newbies" that would come online full of questions. The idea of the room was just what the title says ... it was safe ... and it worked until the predators destroyed it.
At any rate Angel was in the chat room and in pops this Dom with the name of "No Game". He had a profile that would tell anyone that he was not interested in a new sub of any kind and any submissive that was interested in him had to be out of her mind. Angel had decided that she was going to put him on "ignore" if he said the least little thing out of line. Then she was surprised that he never did.
His real name is Scott Andrews. Scott did not enter into the conversation right away. He stayed in the background until one day a predator attacked a newbie sub. To Angel's delight No Game jumped into this predator's stuff and would not let him loose until he ran the SOB out of the chat room. When his defense was no longer needed he sent a message to the room, "Sorry about that Ladies." He then slipped back into the background.
