Blog : The Wait

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2/26/2020 3:03 am

The Wait

He told me to be ready at 11 and I've spent hours soaking in a hot tub, shaving my bits and pieces smooth, listening to music and meditating. My mind wandered and worried as it often did of the hows or the whats that could soon be happening. We had discussed so many things all these long months, but He was very spare on details when it came time. No doubt a way to keep me on edge, since He knew how I liked to plan. So the lack of plan only made me more nervous and aroused, giving Him the control of what was to be done.
Another hour to do my hair just so, straight and long, just as He had requested. On with the make up, minimal and natural, again at His request. I was just thankful He allowed any at all, seeing that he preferred me unmasked. No matter how many times I checked, I felt just unperfect enough.
Time for the clothing, each piece as requested by Him. A long<b> sleeve </font></b>blouse in my favorite color. Check. A not so revealing skirt, knee length. Check. Another look at the clock and my stomach did a flip. I checked the phone to see if He had messaged and then walked into the bathroom to grab the perfume, but as my finger laid across the top, I remembered He said no scent. I chewed my lower lip thinking of how I almost made a fatal slip. I stepped from the bathroom and paced for a few minutes; my mind running like prey being chased. I checked the clock again; just a few more minutes left, when a buzz came through on the phone.
"I am downstairs."
My stomach did a flip, and I was immediately wet. I hurried over to the side of the bed and slid on my low heeled shoes. A deep breath in as I stepped up from the bed; a slight twinge of pain and I move to the desk to grab my key card. I took three steps and had my hand on the door knob until I stopped dead in my tracks.
FUCK...the panties.
Never EVER did I leave the house or venture into public of any sort without underwear on, and low and behold what had He insisted on...no damn panties. And here I was, ready to do this, and I forgot the main part. I stepped back towards the bed, pursing my lips with dread. One deep breath and I slid the skirt up to my waist, hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pushed them all the way down. One hand helped me lean onto the bed for balance, as I slipped my feet through each hole. I stood there shaking my head, face hot with fresh blushing before I laid the panties down on the pillow.
FUCK, if my Southern Mother could see me now, she'd pass out and die on the church grounds.
One more breath in and I gathered my courage back again. FUCK IT, I whispered to myself as I stepped from the room into the hall. Each slow step caused a painful twinge to shoot from my ankle straight up my leg. He knew that these shoes would do that to me, but He also knew I would do anything he asked of me.
A short ride down the elevator and a deep breath before the door opened. Two steps to the security door, and there He was waiting. In an instant I was in His arms, and all the world paused.


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