Copyright © 2007 Miranda Heart
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Rebecca stared at her Mistress’s reflection in the bedroom mirror. Marla’s jet-black hair piled in ringlets atop her beautiful head, and her unblemished porcelain flesh, she had to be the most beautiful Mistress on the planet. She was already tall, but in her heels she looked more regal, like a queen. How Rebecca wanted to run her hands along the fine fabric of Mistress’s dress and feel her come alive beneath her fingertips.
Rebecca knew Mistress watched her every move because her eyes roved over Rebecca’s breasts, which jutted painfully forward, then downward to her stomach made flat by the harsh material binding her abdomen.
Maybe later. Rebecca smiled and slowly pulled each bobby pin free from Mistress Marla’s hair. The long mass of curls bounced to Marla’s shoulders as Rebecca ran her fingers through the silken tresses. “Your hair looked beautiful this evening, Mistress.”
Marla’s deep red lips turned up into a smile, “My hair did look beautiful. You did a wonderful job, thank you.” Although Marla’s voice was low and quiet, Rebecca could sense she had something on her mind.
Suddenly shy, Rebecca began to undo each of the bows down Mistress’s dress. Once at the waist, the built-in silk corset fell free and slid over womanly curved hips, to the floor.
Rebecca closed her eyes against the wave of lust that engulfed her. To have her face buried between Mistress’s thighs, to inhale the sweet scent that was hers alone. Control, Rebecca. An exercise she had to practice often. Mistress needed something tonight. Her own need to please Mistress, and be pleased, would wait for a later date. Her throat tightened as she gingerly lifted Marla’s hand and led her to the green chenille chaise.
Marla sat gracefully as always, fully reclined. Her delicate high heels hung off the edge of the chair. To be in her service was more than Rebecca could have asked. As Marla’s head fell back, Rebecca slipped each shoe off, and placed them carefully on the floor beside her. The aroma of leather, and the essence that was only her beloveds, filled her senses. Rebecca’s pussy swelled, but she commanded herself to cool as she went about her evening tasks.
“How did you enjoy your evening with the Tanis Group?” Her Mistress spoke of the group of lawyers who worked with Marla in the small law firm.
“It was lovely, Mistress. You are rather witty.” It even sounded like a lie to her own ears.
Marla laughed a deep throaty laugh. “Witty? You will pay for that, love. Now tell me what did you really think?”
Rebecca rolled the dainty, black thigh-highs down each of Marla’s legs and off her feet. She rose up on her knees and placed each stocking unrolled along the back of the chaise. She smiled lovingly at her Mistress. “I would have had more fun being whipped with the cat.”