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 Six

20:39 P.M. 23rd January 2009

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Mistress Celine sat with Her slave David on her right. The car, heading
west along the river toward her townhouse that stood on a hill over looking
the city that they were driving away from. The street lamps overhead threw
shadows that played on the interior of the car from time to time.

David sat nervously next to his beloved Mistress and watched the shadows
play on her face. Her smile was serene as if she were in a trance. Neither
one of them spoke during the drive and felt it would be a crime if either
of them had spoken. Celine glanced at David and gave him a reassuring
smile. He wasn't sure if he trusted that smile. But loved getting it just
the same. She reached out and placed one small tanned hand on his knee and
squeezed.

Soon they pulled into the drive of Mistress Celine's home. David was the
first to get out of the car, holding the door opened and held out his hand
to help His Mistress out of the car. The hot summer night air shimmered in
the full moon's glow as She stepped out onto the ground. His eyes once
again pulled to that small elegant face, He suddenly remembered what he was
doing here.

Suddenly aware of his surroundings, his pulse quickened. Surely, he thought
she could hear his heart beating rapidly. His palms started to sweat. He
felt the nylons sticking to his thighs, under his dress slacks rubbing its
sweet soft silky feel along his skin as he started to think of what
punishments only this small woman could give him. What he craved for.

She walked ahead of him, her hand holding the leather leash to the collar
that was placed around his neck before they left the club. While Mistress
Yumi and the rest of Mistress Celine's entourage watched enthralled at the
ceremony of his collaring. He was so entranced at the moment nothing else
mattered, all that mattered was she was standing above him, as he knelt
down on his knees to accept the gift of her collar. He in turn gave her his
submission to do as she pleased with him. He vowed to serve only Her. The
lights and the noise from the club melted away as he spoke of his devotion
to her. Nothing mattered but her chain, her whip and her smile.