Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2009 20:44:00 +0000
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: An Ordinary Day Part 2 Fem dom/TV

An Ordinary morning Part Two

20:30 P.M. 23rd January 2009

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She stood by the door, dressed in her black leather and lace, Her long
black hair cascaded down to the place just above her hips. Her big brown
eyes luminous in the evening shadows, searching the crowd, looking for
someone she was supposed to meet.

Celine Jenkins stood five feet five, not tall but she moved with grace one
finds hard to ignore when she walks into a room. Her head held high, her
high cheekbones bespoke of a proud heritage. Native Cherokee.

Her hands small and quick, her legs long and lean encased in black silk
stockings, her black leather corset, with black rhinestone caught the
shimmers from the overhead lights in the club. Her skirt, black leather to
match the corset, rode up to the middle of her thighs hugged her hips. Her
shoulders bare, copper skin revealed.

She found a place at a table, her eyes piercing the smoky dimness of the
club, found people dancing and the band playing loudly. She took out her
pack of cigarettes and placed them on the table along with her lighter. She
put a cigarette gently to her full red ruby lips and lit and
inhaled. letting the smoke fill her lungs, and then just as quickly
released the blue smoke slowly and softly out between her lips.

Her cell phone went off, the tone playing was Tublar Bells from the movie
The Exorcist. A tune she loved as it gave her cold chills everytime she
heard it.  She flipped open the cell and answered it. Rachel's voice came
over the phone. "Mistress, just calling to tell you, your Slave is running
late and hopes you wont be too angry with him"

Rachel's soft laughter after the comment made her smile. Rachel knew what
was in store for the poor slave who kept Celine waiting... Celine smiled
into the phone. Rachel was a very good assistant, she had served Celine
well over the years. "Please cancel all of my appointments this evening
Rachel, its going to be a long session."

With that being said, Celine hung up. She hadnt been there too long before
he showed up. He ran into the club and scanned the crowd, Finding her
sitting alone, he approached her with caution.

As he stood near the table, he could smell her scent. Chanel number five
assaulted his senses as he drank her in with his eyes. As she turned to
look at him he once again was taken in by her smoky brown eyes outlined
with black coal. She didnt need to wear makeup as her complexion, copper
but without flaws. He suddenly went weak in the knees and swallowed hard as
he looked at her, her eyes never leaving his.

"May I sit down Mistress Celine?" he asked. Not speaking a word she
motioned for him to sit. He gratefully sank into the chair. Her eyes once
again never leaving his face. She tapped one red fingernail against the
table waiting on him to speak. David Stapleton knew right there and then he
was in for a long night.