Chapter One
Coming home to an empty house is a peaceful calm that I welcome. The hustle and bustle of Corporate Banking, the constant demand of percentages, quotas, deadlines and averages makes my head reel with tension. Especially, after fifteen- years of slowly climbing up the corporate ladder doing the same thing day after day with a smile on my face. With the absolutes of numbers in the finance world it mentally exhausts me. Friday's seems to be the only reason that gets me thru a work week. The motivation of the upcoming weekend and the anticipation of what's to come, lights my insides to continue to live this redundant routine that has become my career.
Kicking off my heels and tossing my keys on the hall table in the foyer, I pad up the stairs. Taking out the hair clip that holds my long curly hair in a neat bun on the back of my head; I run my fingernails through it to loosen the bun, letting my curls fall past my bra line.
Feeling the tension loosen as I walk into my bathroom, I turn on the water in my garden tub. To soak away the week's tightening edge is all I want to do. I make sure the plug is sealed as I regulate the temperature of the water.
Catching my reflection in the vanity mirror, pausing to take in the image. I'm wearing my soft brown blazer with a cream colored, U-neck lined blouse. The dark brown stoned necklace that falls between the swell of my breasts matches the deep walnut front pleated pants. Besides the occasional robbery attempt or power outage at my job, the same redundancy facts and figures fill my days of the week. Much like my job, my work attire is just as bland as my weekly schedule. Shedding off my work clothes, I walk into the bedroom to get things ready for the evening's events.
A couple days prior I had gotten my weekly phone call from Byron confirming our 'appointment' for tonight. A smirk grows across my face as I walk over to my queen-sized armoire that is as wide as my bed with its dark stained, solid wood doors that have a Chinese inspired red and black tapestry design, framed by a modern trim. The huge dragon like claw feet raising it up off the floor are the only other detail to this large piece of furniture. Stretching up on my tip toes, I reach behind the paw of my red Chinese Tiger statue, that is majestically laying on his side, watching over my bedroom, and grasp the key to unlock my armoire. The key itself is art, black lacquer coated, the Chinese Dragon that is the bow of the key, holds the shoulder and stem in his claws like a spear that went into the lock. A Chinese tied tassel dangles from the twisted tail which is why I chose this piece. As I open the doors of the armoire, I see the dark stain continuing into the inside.
What should I go with tonight? Glancing over my inventory hanging up neatly on the doors are
her
paddles, floggers, ropes, restraints, cuffs and canes. The drawers are full of various feathers, lubes, blindfolds, oils, gags, clamps and tape. Hanging on velvet lined hangers are a variety of various costumes that put me into the character of Mistress Nadia; the leather giving me a sense of empowerment to
her
control.
In, reality, true power lies in the heels; the feeling of that added height and towering in six-inch platform heels at a solid six-foot stance does wonders for a look of strength and authority. The way they accentuate the muscles in my calves and the length of my thighs. My ultimate prized pair is my thigh high leather boots with the open toe that laces all the way up in the back. The thick heels and platform base only strengthen my urge to give the painful pleasure to my Pet. Back in my dancing days these would have been my prized pair.
I return to my bath, sliding my feet in first, then lowering my body into the steaming water. I feel the bite of the heat as it tingles at my flesh. I lay back letting the water press its warmth to my skin. My body begins to relax, the feel of the heat meeting the warmth between my thick lips that lay between my thighs. Unconsciously, I slide my fingers between them brushing against the sensitive folds over my clit. The anticipation of the night's session makes my skin come alive. The promise of bringing pleasure to my Pet sends surges of arousal under my flesh. Pushing between the inner lips my fingers follow the sensitive trail, then press thru the tight entrance of my pleasure zone. It tightens up around my digits as I hit that spot that sends shivers through my entire body, waking up my senses under my skin all the way to my toes.
I must get one orgasm out of me before my Pet arrives, only to make him work harder to get the next one from me. I turn slightly, throwing one of my legs over the side and tilt my hips towards the jets on the side of the tub. The force of the water pressing against my clit with the slightest movement, sends me closer and closer to the edge. Soon my body tenses and jerks as I feel the water being pushed out as my muscles tighten and pulse with climatic tremors. The water waves as my body shudders against the uncontrollable surges my body feels. The jets don't show any mercy on my sensitive clit. Sliding back in the water my body slowly relaxes. I close my eyes and try to put myself in the right frame of mind for what's to follow.
Feeling Mistress Nadia coming from behind
her
curtain of restraint in the dark corner of my mind,
she
takes the reigns easily and I allow
her
to willingly. Wrapped in a towel,
she
goes back to the armoire, pulling out a fishnet body suit and black corset with lace that frames the bodice. Mistress Nadia chooses a pair of wide bottom panties out of
her
panty drawer.
She
touches the fitted leather pants that hang toward the back of the armoire.
She
wore them a few scenes back with Byron. The vision of him peeling them off
her
as commanded excites
her
as
she
remembers him kissing
her
thighs as they were pulled down to
her
ankles.
She
had set
her
weight on his broad shoulders as he ever so carefully had taken
her
heels off to finish his task at hand. Most of
her
garments don't make it past the first time wearing them; they tend to get ripped off or torn in a moment of bliss. These pants, Byron took special care not to damage though, he loved the way they felt covering
her
muscular legs.
Snapping out of
her
memory, my heart takes an extra beat. Draping everything across the bed I sit in front of the open armoire as I put on my Mango Body Butter. Scanning the selection of toys that hangs on the doors. I take a deep breath feeling the excitement building.
Wonder what he's going to want to play with tonight? Last month, got very intense and he let Mistress Nadia push the envelope a little with his pain threshold, which is high to begin with. His manhood got hard as a rock when
