The first thing you hear is the sound of tight leather slowly being pulled over soft flesh.
That's when you know she's arrived.
Yet you don't dare look up at her.
Head down, kneeling on the floor just as she expects of you.
Then comes the familiar clicking of her heels.
But nothing more. No words.
Much as you crave it, you know she won't offer you the privilege of hearing her sweet voice.
Not until she deems you worthy.
So you kneel, and you wait.
Eyes focused on the glint of the golden chain resting on the floor in front of you.
The one attached to the collar around your neck.
The one she gifted you.
The one you wear proudly for her.
Her heels click ever closer, and soon enough, they are right before your eyes.
Two black stilettoes.
One on either side of the resting chain.
You so desperately want to look up.
To gaze upon her beauty.
But still you hold back.
Just as she wants.
Slowly, a single black leather gloved hand enters your field of vision.
Its wide cuff open and inviting.
You watch as the fingers gently take hold of the chain.
It rises off the ground, until the whole length of it hangs in the air.
A quick tug pulls at your neck.
And still, you don't dare raise your head.
Not until she allows it.
The chain hangs there, as does your head.
Waiting.
Just as you had for her arrival.
You'd wait forever for her.
Then, after what feels like hours, another tug.
Followed by that which you've craved.
Her voice.
"Good evening, slave."
The sound of her sweet voice, with its dominant tone and melt-worthy accent, washes over you, and slowly, you raise your head to greet her.
And the moment you do, you feel your heart catch in your throat.
She's breath-taking.
As always.
Red hair and black leather, your favorite color scheme.
Red lips twisted into a wicked smirk that fills your mind with a flurry of emotions.
Lust.
Fear.
Desire.
Submission.
"Good evening, Mistress."
The words drift out of your mouth as your eyes desperately take in every inch of her body.
