Miss Mirakai
10-21-2009, 10:26 AM
hi this is my first story on here so please dont be too harsh with the comments.just starting with a bit of prequel but i promise it will have more added very soon :)
The Headlights of a taxi faded around the corner behind the lone woman, and the street was plunged back into semi darkness.she stood alone with a small case at her feet. As one street light flickered it then went out. Glaring at it Shimae waited a little bit but it didn’t come back on.
Looking up she noticed it wasn’t needed; the moon sat large and full just above the horizon. It gave off enough light to see by and she almost felt warmed by its comforting presence. Giving it a wink and a smile she arched her back and breathed the night air. A slight breeze whispered down the street and pulled her long hair out of place and into her eyes. Lifting a pale hand with sharp mulberry wine colored nails, she tucked the loose strands back behind her ear. the colors of her hair and nails matched perfectly and filled her with pride.
Glancing down she did a mental check of her outfit. A long leather duster that reached her ankles covered all of her but showed a glimpse of her black high heeled boots. Unbuttoning it she adjusted her leather boots. Pulling the black skirt down slightly and back into place, a muscle twitched in annoyance across her pale face. It disappeared just as quickly as she realized she didn’t need to adjust the tightly pulled black leather corset that held an ample bosom in place. A small breathe was all it allowed as it was this side of painfully tight. Her blood red scarf was entwined around her neck to keep the chill out and she loosened it. A single pendant hung from a long silver chain, it was in the shape of a silver filigree ball and had a tightly folded piece of paper within its cage. Giving it a shake she heard a faint tinkle.
Nodding once in satisfaction at her appearance she smoothed her hands down her luscious body that had a hint of curves then buttoned back up. Without looking she leaned down and picked up the case with lithe grace. She recalled everything she had packed in it and a devilish smile swept over her face and heat flowed in pleasure. She was here for his punishment, so it was unlikely the pleasurable ones would be used. She gave the case a loving stroke, as you would a favored animal. Then she again remembered why she was here.
Boot heels clicked angrily down the empty street as she moves toward the only house on the street that had a light on. Damien, her slave would be studying and forgotten the time again. She shouldn’t have needed to come find him. Walking though the open gate, she strode up to his large front door. Straightening up she reached one hand out and knocked hard twice on the door.
The Headlights of a taxi faded around the corner behind the lone woman, and the street was plunged back into semi darkness.she stood alone with a small case at her feet. As one street light flickered it then went out. Glaring at it Shimae waited a little bit but it didn’t come back on.
Looking up she noticed it wasn’t needed; the moon sat large and full just above the horizon. It gave off enough light to see by and she almost felt warmed by its comforting presence. Giving it a wink and a smile she arched her back and breathed the night air. A slight breeze whispered down the street and pulled her long hair out of place and into her eyes. Lifting a pale hand with sharp mulberry wine colored nails, she tucked the loose strands back behind her ear. the colors of her hair and nails matched perfectly and filled her with pride.
Glancing down she did a mental check of her outfit. A long leather duster that reached her ankles covered all of her but showed a glimpse of her black high heeled boots. Unbuttoning it she adjusted her leather boots. Pulling the black skirt down slightly and back into place, a muscle twitched in annoyance across her pale face. It disappeared just as quickly as she realized she didn’t need to adjust the tightly pulled black leather corset that held an ample bosom in place. A small breathe was all it allowed as it was this side of painfully tight. Her blood red scarf was entwined around her neck to keep the chill out and she loosened it. A single pendant hung from a long silver chain, it was in the shape of a silver filigree ball and had a tightly folded piece of paper within its cage. Giving it a shake she heard a faint tinkle.
Nodding once in satisfaction at her appearance she smoothed her hands down her luscious body that had a hint of curves then buttoned back up. Without looking she leaned down and picked up the case with lithe grace. She recalled everything she had packed in it and a devilish smile swept over her face and heat flowed in pleasure. She was here for his punishment, so it was unlikely the pleasurable ones would be used. She gave the case a loving stroke, as you would a favored animal. Then she again remembered why she was here.
Boot heels clicked angrily down the empty street as she moves toward the only house on the street that had a light on. Damien, her slave would be studying and forgotten the time again. She shouldn’t have needed to come find him. Walking though the open gate, she strode up to his large front door. Straightening up she reached one hand out and knocked hard twice on the door.