Motionlessly, Miranda knelt on the cold, black slate floor.
Calm in appearance only, her mind raced over the events of the past week. She thought Master would have shown more excitement, more praise, more, well more than the disappointment she had seen in his eyes when she told him of her little idea. He was clearly displeased when she explained that he would not have to do a thing, that she had already done most of the work on the plan. That was nearly a week ago and it seemed his mood had changed. Hadn't he smiled at her when he led her into this room? But hadn't he told her to undress with a desire, a greed in his eyes that was always meant for her. Maybe she was forgiven for acting without his permission. Now her eyes were covered, covered with her favorite scarf as a blind fold. That was a new twist. Master had never used one of her scarves before, certainly never her favorite silk scarf. In a way it was special because Master was paying attention, he knew which gift she held dear. It also annoyed her a little. He tied the knot so tightly it will certainly have left a permanent stretch mark. Oh, but the mark would be a reminder of the excitement to come. How conflicted she felt, always looking for, always needing a sign of his affection, then when one is right in from of her eyes, literally, she couldn't see it. Blinded by insecurity and it was that insecurity that led to her idea.
Waiting, kneeling. The wait was longer than usual. Miranda felt the cool air around her body, naked except for her silk blindfold and collar. The tails of the knotted ends lightly brushed her bare skin between her shoulder blades. While the air was cool it was not as cold as the stainless steel handcuffs and chains that hung on the wall to her right. She would welcome the cold touch of the steel as she would have welcomed the warm supple touch of the leather straps that lay neatly coiled on the shelf to her left. Either way it would mean that he was here, in the room with her, giving her attention and she giving him pleasure. Pleasure she so enjoyed giving. It was from this pleasure of giving that also lead to her idea.
Obediently, Miranda remained kneeling until Master's return. Normally he did not leave her alone; only on special occasions did he leave the room. She considered this and decided it meant today was a special occasion. Her knees were starting to ache but her body could not deny her excitement, her anticipation, her nipples hardening in the cool air. She wondered if he had contacted the other woman, if he acted on her idea.
Quietly, Miranda waited her arms still at her sides. A sound. The door slowly swung open and she could smell his cologne. Her senses now heighten she detected more than just his cologne, something sweeter, lighter, airier. Now she knew. She felt intoxicated with joy. Master was acting on her plan.
The flicker of the candle was evident through the scarf. The sweet scent of vanilla filled the air. She could hear his leather shoes make their crisp sound on the floor. Inside she started to squirm with delight. Then, too, she heard the softer footfall of someone lighter than Master, someone bare foot. There was low murmuring that she could not quite make out. Curiosity, excitement, desire, they all danced in her chest.
Then there was a warm touch. Not Master's touch. At first it was the soft warm touch of skin next to both of her kneeling calves. More whispering and the touch moved from just her calves to her entire back and arms. She felt the warm touch of another person, another naked person. Mirroring her position but straddling her legs, back to back they knelt, not making a sound. She wondered if this was the woman she had contacted? If so, this is not how she imagined it would be, but Master would know how to handle the situation.
