a wisp of rich, red hair lay on a white, heaving breast... blue eyes stare from the mirror in shining anticipation as ruby-red lips open slightly and curve into a soft smile... makeup applied just right to accent pale cheeks and wide eyes… more curled tresses of red arranged to frame the rounded face.
the corset was pulled tight to push up and out the heavy bosom, as if in offering. the skin smooth and glistening with the scrubbing from the shower and the oils that were applied. hands move over the leather that binds the large globes, brushing over nipples hard within their confinement. the hands move lower to caress a stomach fluttering with the same anticipation that the eyes and mouth express. a finger runs gently across the exposed skin where corset and skirt fail to meet. a shiver courses through her and goose bumps are raised where a long, shaped fingernail glides across flesh.
the hands travel down to smooth down the short, tight skirt that wraps itself around stocking-clad legs, then moving back to where the smooth material wraps around buttocks quivering in the tight confinement to run over and down. fingers move under where the skirt lays at mid-thigh to brush skin perfumed, powdered, and ready for a promise of ecstasy. another shiver as fingertips brush against her heated sex, which was devoid of covering, causing a slight moan of excitement before they are removed. the eyes that stare back from the mirror are opened wider now and breath, shallow with longing, moves through the slightly parted lips.
she shakes her head and red curls move around her face and across her heated skin. though the desire is there to continue, it is forbidden and she shall not break the trust no matter how her body calls for her to continue. hands now move down legs encased in black patterned silk, smoothing the material and enjoying the sensation of silk along thighs and calves. feet encased in spiked heels that lifted and formed her legs. all was ready for this night. this promise of pleasure.
her head turns as the doorbell sounds. it is not Him; that is for later. tonight the ghosts and goblins are out and knocking at her door. hastily she dons the costume He picked for her, hiding the bright tresses of hair under the nun’s habit before moving to open the door, bowl of candy in hand. the whore was now hidden under the guise of sweetness; the only sign of that hidden woman shone in the eyes that gazed upon the small children come for Halloween treats.
"trick or treat!" the voices ring as she opens the door.
a low soft laugh issues from her and she smiles at the words. "definitely treats tonight, children," she says with a double meaning as she places candy in their bags before closing the door and going back to her lonely vigil.
His instructions over the phone had been clear. she was to stay dressed like this, a good girl with a core of naughtiness, until He arrived. He did not give a time. He did not need to. He worked on His own schedule, and the fact that He had promised was enough for her. Still, she could feel wetness gather between her legs as her mind played through the possibilities the night could bring.
time passes as time must and still the doorbell only brings the children, older and less often as the night wears on. her heart beats in fear. had He forgotten her? forgotten His promise to spend this night with her? no, she must not think that for to think thus would be to doubt Him and to doubt would to be to break trust. He would be here. she must exercise patience. still her stomach flutters with fear that she will spend this night alone.
soon, the doorbell ceases to ring and the clock strikes ten… and then ten thirty. the eyes that held anticipation hours before now hold only disappointment as she locks her door and sighs. in little over an hour this Halloween night would be over. something had happened to delay Him and the night’s preparation was for naught. slowly, her enthusiasm gone, she climbs the stairs and heads toward the bedroom. once there, she closes the door softly and dims her lights. her hand goes up to where the habit closes about her hair and face and there it pauses, hovering in indecision. His orders were clear but everything pointed to Him not coming. did she dare to disobey? the hand flutters against the cloth and then drops to entwine with the other one as her head drops in defeat. it was not something she could do.
her head snaps up again as strong arms grab her from behind and pull her back against a strong body. her own body trembles in fear not knowing what is happening until a rough but familiar voice sounds in her ear, the heat of His breath being felt even through the material that covers her ear.
"Did you lose faith, little one?," He said, each word resounding through her being, "Did you think that I had deserted you?" His arms now encircled her, pinning her own to her side. her nerves were on edge and her body, once slumped in disappointment, now felt alive at the nearness of Him.
"n…no, Master," she whispers in a shaky voice wondering how long He had been here and what He had seen, "i…i thought circumstances had prevented You from coming, but never that You had deserted me."
a low, throaty chuckle came from behind her as His one arm wrapped around her tighter and the other moved down over her stomach, as her own had hours ago, to grasp the one hand that had moments ago moved to undo the habit. squeezing it tight, He brings it up, using enough pressure to get a gasp from her but not enough to do damage.
"you thought I was not coming," He says in a matter-of-fact voice, the pressure growing just enough to get a moan from her now. "Did I not say that I was? Did I not give My word?"
weakly she nods, afraid of what He may say or do at her lapse in thinking. whatever physical He might do would be nothing compared to the possibility that He might leave her there now after His arms had held her so close. she did not think she could stand the emptiness of that moment if that was the punishment He chose.
"you are lucky you chose to obey Me," He says as He releases her fingers and lets them drop. she bites her lower lip as a tingling moves through her hand, the circulation returning in a rush. "I would not have left without letting You know that I was here, but you would have been left alone with that knowledge… as well as a punishment." the hand that had grasped her hand painfully now ran up the front of her costume to rest where the bare skin was beneath it. His own fingers moved back and forth slowly, rubbing the material along the exposed flesh.
"as it is, I shall take My pleasure from you this night, and consider yours only when you have given me enough reason to.," His voice had gained a hard edge, "you must demonstrate that your service to me outweighs your lack of faith, or I shall leave you here writhing in your own need. do you understand Me, my little whoreslut?"
quickly her head bobbed up and down in an affirmative but it was not good enough for Him. His arm tightens around her and His fingers dig in the flesh underneath deep and painfully.
