Out Of The Comfort Zone

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Sara took my coat at the door. Wearing the sweet little silk and lace teddy I bought her, as I ‘requested’, she was the most innocent thing I had ever seen. She kept her eyes lowered demurely, a tiny smile bowing her lovely lips. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a sweet, single braid over her shoulder, the very end tickling her left nipple, which I could clearly see outlined against the thin teddy. “Everything looks lovely.” The candles were all lit, and the wine was set in an ice bucket next to two glasses. I could see the soft glow of candles in through the bedroom door as well. I stepped close to her and placed my manicured hand on her face. I admired the loveliness of the plum of my acrylic nails against her creamy skin, before I asked, “Are you sure you want to do this tonight?” She raised her gaze to mine, and stared for a moment, soft brown eyes wide as a doe’s, before giving a small but firm nod. I nodded too, and lowered my hand. No gentleness tonight. “Very well. Pour me a glass of wine and wait for my return.” I admired her shapely behind and her slender legs and waist as she walked away from me. She’d sheathed her lovely calves and thighs in a pair of thigh-high, pale pink stockings, and put a pair of white heels on her tiny, tiny feet. She had managed to match the stockings exactly to the teddy. They hadn’t been approved though. They shouldn’t stay. I went into the closet and pulled down my black corset and my black leggings, as well as my black patent stiletto boots. I had once laughed at this outfit, the idea that she wanted me to lace my body into something confining so that I could, in turn, confine her. Who knew that I would wind up liking this just as much as she bahis şirketleri did? Lacing up the corset using the corset hook on the wall, I decided to take it beyond the usual and tightlace. My figure pulled into an extreme hourglass and I took a moment to arrange my breasts properly. Sitting briefly at the vanity, I touched up my eyeliner, sharpening and thickening it to intensify the coldness in my steel gray eyes. I followed the eyeliner with a deep red lipstick and a dusting of highlighter to lift my cheekbones. I loosened my bun and let my hair hang straight down, falling naturally over one eye. Looking in the mirror, I saw not my face, but the face of a fierce and domineering stranger. Perfect. I was about to put on my pants and boots when I heard the crash and tinkle of breaking glass.***** Mistress didn’t notice me sneaking a glance at her as she left to change. I loved her like this, the woman just home from her stressful job, still in her business suit and carrying the tension of the day, but every once in awhile, I needed to love the fierce and powerful woman who would love me too, in her own hard way. I felt a rush of anticipation and the buzz, like electricity, that focused between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, wanting to bounce in excitement. The bottle of wine sat there, dripping condensation. I had a little chuckle about how similar I felt before reaching for the glass. I hoped Mistress would enjoy my choice. I reached to take a glass and as I straightened I heard a car door outside at the neighbor’s house. My body startled of its own accord, and my fingers slipped off the stem and my focus sharpened as it fell. I saw the shimmering lip of the glass, ringing bahis firmaları with the light that bounced off it, and the slender stem which reflected spots and sparkles around it onto the floor and chairs and ceiling and floor and the perfect peaceful slide through the air before…***** The door slammed against the wall and I pulled around the corner, Glock in hand and leveled at chest height. All thoughts of my plans were out the window, demolished in the threat of a home intrusion. All I could see were flashes backward to a time when security meant nothing. The flashes of siren lights and the whispering of neighbors softened to the glow of candle flames and a gentle whimper from a gentle slip of a woman clad in stockings and a pink teddy, staring at me in front of scattered bright edges of glass. My breath left me with the vehemence of an explosion and I leaned on the wall for support. Gaze cast down, I breathed deeply, like she’d taught me. I set the gun on the hall table and, knowing the safety was off, I recoiled from it. I placed my back against the wall and tried to pull air into lungs that felt the size of ping-pong balls. A rush of cold met my spine at the base of my skull and my chest opened, allowing me to suck in enough air to recede the darkness at the corners of my vision. Sara was there, lace and all, pressing a small, swiftly melting piece of ice to my neck to stem the oncoming panic attack. How quickly she saw. How could she possibly have seen? But of course she knew, the past, the problems. The reason I came to see her employer in the first place, to handle the budding panic attacks… Of course she knew, after the soul-baring talks, the late nights and bottles of kaçak bahis siteleri wine. For once, I was grateful, not bitter, that someone else knew, if not understood, but knew. The trickle of water running down my spine seemed to confirm the realization. I reached out, and wrapped her in my arms. Startled, she laid her hands on my shoulders. I felt the silk teddy on my cheek, breathed in the gentle, sweet scent of her favorite perfume. “Tabitha, are you okay? I’m sorry I dropped the glass.” I nodded. “I’ll be alright. I’m the one who’s sorry.” She shook her head gently. “You have reasons. More than most.” The tears were coming, I could feel them like an acidic burn in the high bridge of my nose. They gathered at the edges of my eyesight, blurring details but not overflowing. I knew I would not cry, and so did she. I felt her fingers start a hesitant but steadily more confident rub at my shoulders. “Tab, I think I might know something that could help you, but you’re going to have to trust me.” A shiver went down my spine at the thought of trust. It was, however, not necessarily a bad shiver. “…Trust you?” She kneeled down and suddenly I was looking into her sweet face, eyebrows twisted with worry. “I think I know something that will help you break through this cycle you’ve been stuck in. We’d need to try it now. Right. Now.” The intensity of her statement and her gaze stunned me. I nodded, feeling much like a fawn in the face of a wolf. She pulled me up by my hands, sharply, and spun me so I was standing ahead of her, facing down the hallway. I could see the glow of the candles, and there was another frisson of delicious tension knowing that she was steering me toward the bedroom. She shut the door behind us and pushed me down to sit on the side of the bed. “The safe word will be ‘vanilla’. If you have any objection at all, say it.” She moved toward the dresser in which our mutual playthings were stored.

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