She sat at her window peering into the only black night, illuminated softly by the lone candle flickering on the table beside her.
Her Master would be back tonight, she had promised her. And yet she felt that grip of fear in her stomach, that anxiety that came to her every night while waiting for her lover.
As if on cue she saw the flutter of a white shirt in the dark under her window.
Excited and trembling Annalise threw open her window and with fumbling hands caught the ladder that her Lover pushed up to her window.
After a brief wait, Josephine's face popped over the ledge. Her cheeks were red from the cold night air and she panted, slightly breathless from her journey, and yet she still beamed brightly at Annalise when she saw her.
Josephine, still on the ladder leaned into Annalise's room and grasped her gently by the chin, bringing her in for a deep kiss.
"I missed you."
Annalise beamed back at her.
Josephine easily slung her legs over the ledge into her Lovers' room and eyed Annalise appreciatively.
She wore Josephine's favorite gown tonight. Floor-length and light. Made entirely of black lace that dropped seductively from every curve on her body. It cupped each of her delicate breasts beautifully, it would even draw the eyes of the most chaste man by force.
Annalise blushed deeply under Josephine's gaze. Annalise had never met a woman with... tastes like Josephine. She was the talk of the town, everyone knew about her unconventional taste in lovers, her way of dressing was in no way helping the rampant rumors.
And yet Annalise could not deny that her suit flattered her. She never in a million years thought that a woman in trousers could be so arousing. But that showed how little she knew.
Josephine walked to Annalise's bed and removed her top hat, setting it and her walking cane across her legs.
"Where's your collar little pet?"
Annalise shuffled quickly to her bedside table, lifting the small compartment that hid her most treasured possession. A small silver collar that fit snugly against her throat, the only ornament on it being a small tag that simply said "Josephine's".
Annalise pushed her raven hair to the side and snapped the collar tightly into place, shuddering with the finality of it, the weight bringing her the comfort she had missed.
Josephine smiled as Annalise stood before her, blushing. The poor thing could barely lift her head.
She stood gracefully from the bed and with a flourish gestures to the bed with her cane.
"Get into position"
Annalise immediately laid face down on her bed, arms propped beneath her and ass pushed into the air.
She could feel her anxiety being slowly replaced by lust and anticipation. Josephine gently lifted her dress up and over her ass. Making sure to gently rub her hands over the backs of her thighs.
Annalise heard the first strike more than she felt it.
The cane slashed through the air and landed squarely across her ass, making a loud smack that resonated throughout Annalise's darkened room.
Josephine smiled at the red welt that appeared across Annalise's rear. Even after months of this treatment, her skin was still remarkably fragile.
She brought her cane across Annalise's thighs and ass time and time again until there was no part of unmarked. Annalise had done a remarkable job stifling all of her yelps and Josephine intended on rewarding her.
First, she knelt on the ground coming face to face with Annalise's red hot flesh. Josephine made sure to kiss every welt gently cooing her praise for Annalise with each kiss. Then she gently used her hands to spread apart her lovers' legs smirking when Annalise wiggled her ass in excited anticipation.
Josephine appreciated the sight of Annalise's wet pussy in the candlelight. It took all of her willpower not to just dive in right then and there, but tonight she had something special planned.
Josephine gently pushed two fingers inside of Annalise, drawing a gasp from her, then rested her thumb snuggly against her clit.
As Josephine fingered, her Annalise clawed her silken sheets. Hoping to not cry out, these nights with her lover were the only nights she was allowed release, it had been weeks since their last meeting and it had been beautiful torture.
So often she was tempted to simulate her lovers' talented hands, but the one time she had done it Josephine had discovered her betrayal and had whipped her so hard she couldn't sit for a week.
