Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2009 20:46:03 +0000
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: An Ordinary Day Part 3 etc. Fem dom/TV

An Ordinary morning Part Four

20:35 P.M. 23rd January 2009

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"An ordinary evening this isn't going to be," Celine thought to herself as
she watched David from across the table. She could see him sweating
nervously in his chair. She didn't smile, but it thrilled her to see him
sweat. Not knowing what punishment she had in store for him for keeping her
waiting, her eyes took in what he was wearing, wasn't so much the outside
that thrilled her, it was what was underneath.

She remembered when she first met David. At A party given by one of her
clients, A high ranking Judge, that while he may have been tough on crime,
wasnt tough enough for Celine. She found David charming and smart. She
remembered the look on his face well when she answered his question of what
she did for a living. "I am a professional Dominatrix or a Mistress if you
will" she spoke those words softly and huskily to him. Her voice spoke
volumes. His face registering surprised when she turned those smoky eyes on
him as she told him. Her voice soft and smooth as glass was hypnotic. As
she spoke his mind raced back to an earlier memory.

He watched her face, but wasn't quite sure of what she was saying as the
mental picture of him as a young boy across the knees of his babysitter, a
gorgeous blonde with blue eyes and a body to die for...her hand coming down
hard on his butt with his pants around his ankles.. He blinked his eyes to
banish the image and found he was aroused more than what was possible. She
watched him closely and gave him her business card and told him to call for
an appointment and they would talk. The rest was history.

Celine now watched David closely once more. Seeing him squirm and
sweat. She loved the chase, loved to feel the leash in her hand as he did
as he was told. She turned to one of the women sitting at a table next to
hers and spoke, the woman a stunning redhead listen, whose slave, sat at
her feet, watching David with some amusement. She reached down and pulled
the leash taunt as the slave yelped at being reprimanded. With eyes cold
and hard as cut diamonds, Celine took in David's eyes once more. He lowered
his head and waited for her to speak. "What is your excuse for keeping me
waiting Slave?" she asked...David had planned out everything he wanted to
say to this woman he adored, but couldn't remember them.

He knew he would take his punishment. That he was looking forward to. He
knew kissing her feet and begging wouldn't be enough this time. But he
would try. He got up and stood by her chair and went down on his knees and
picked up one of her small feet and kissed it gently worshipping
her. Celine smiled, "definitely not a ordinary evening."