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An Ordinary Evening part 4
19:20 Jul 24 2008
Times Read: 780






David Stapleton went down on his knees, to show his obeisance as he kissed the feet of his Mistress and Celine turned from the attractive, yet vapid redhead, to her left.

She smiled at the Asian woman, whose attention had been centred on her, for the last hour or so.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” She asked. Celine liked being direct, enjoying the response obtained, as people just didn’t expect it.

Yumi, Mistess Yumi, certainly hadn’t expected to hear Celine ask what she had.

She blushed.

“Yes, I do,” she replied in a hushed voice, briefly lowering her gaze downward.

Celine kept her face straight, although she wanted to smile: ‘Too easy,’ she mused.

The Asian was blushing; even amidst the flashing lights she could see that.

Celine reached out with her right hand and caressed the Asians bare shoulder, then slid her forefinger beneath the halter-strap to the woman’s tight leather basque.

Exerting a little pressure on the Asian’s shoulder, she encouraged her to look up.

Their eyes met.

Yumi’s heart beat faster and was all she heard, as the noise around her began to dissipate into nothingness.

‘Please start…’ she entreated, her eyes focussed solely on Celine’s, very aware of the woman’s touch on her skin. It felt, electric.

Yumi was mortified at herself.

She felt like she was a teen again, with a schoolgirl crush.

It was surreal, to her.

‘I don’t do this,’ Yumi thought, remonstrating with herself, for such foolishness: and, pleased, that her heart had started up again.

“I like what I see as well,” Celine said softly, as Yumi watched her mouth and each syllable form.

The tension between them was palpable.

And as the finger left her shoulder, Yumi watched the fingertip as it approached her lip-stick coated lower lip.

Celine pressed gently, opening the Asian mouth, a little.

Then Yumi’s eyes opened wide, as the finger slid into her mouth, along the middle of her tongue.

“You like penetration,” the Asian heard the dark-haired Goddess say with a smile; and she felt a tremor throughout, as she came to terms with her submissive act.

‘I don’t do this,’ Yumi thought, castigating herself, even as that finger to slide slowly back and forth.

Yet, in less than five minutes, she had done just that.

She was a strong woman, with men and women, willing to do anything for her.

Yet, here she was, opening herself up to another, in a way she would never have contemplating, before tonight.

She was aroused. Yumi knew. So did Celine.

As the finger slid back and forth, Mistress Celine stroked her thrall’s hair, as he drew harder inside his panties, very aware of her touch.

“I’ve leaving soon, would you like to join us?” She asked Yumi, as she withdrew her finger, very slowly, still looking directly into the Asian’s eyes.

And Yumi nodded, eagerly. Nervously.

‘This was certainly no ordinary night at the club,’ she observed minutes later, as she stood and followed Celine and David the clubs entrance.

The car had already been brought round for them and the doorman watched, with a grin, as he watched David hold the back car door open for the two women to enter, with his head bowed.

“Well,” he muttered around his cigarette, “someone’s gonna have an extraordinary night.”

An Ordinary Evening part 3
04:14 Jul 13 2008
Times Read: 823

Based on characters from the short story *An Ordinary Day" written by Angelus, continued by Lady of Dragonrose







"An ordinary evening this isnt 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 didnt 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, wasnt 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 eairler memory.



He watched her face, but wasnt 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 listened. her young 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. Celine took in David's eyes once more, her eyes, cold and hard as diamonds cut through him. 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 couldnt remember them.

He knew he would take his punishment. That he was looking forward to. He knew kissing her feet and begging wouldnt 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 an ordinary evening"

An Ordinary Evening Part two
01:30 Jul 13 2008
Times Read: 832

An interlude based on characters from the short story "An Ordinary Day."

Written by Angelus and continued by Ladyofdragonrose.







David was sweating and what he was wearing wasn’t at all helpful.

He was late and now expectant.

It wasn’t his fault he was late, the traffic had been bad: and, the meeting had dragged on intermittently.

All awhile, he’d been thinking of her, who he had grown to adore.

And, no matter how many presents, or money he showered her with, it would never be enough. Grant you, he had phoned when he’d been stuck in traffic and that was well over an hour ago.

David Stapleton had phoned, to say he would be late. He had even left a message with Rachel, his Mistress’s secretary cum PA; ‘..with emphasis on the word cum.’

He envied Rachel.

He had left his suit jacket and tie in the car, prior to entering the club; and paying the cover charge at the door, like everyone else.

But, he was hardly dressed like everyone else.

Well, not entirely...

Yet unlike ninety eight per cent of the clubs patrons, he certainly looked like what he was, in his freshly ironed small black trousers; crisp white shirt, the cuffs firmly tucked back; and, designer shoes, made in Italy.

David Stapleton was a top lawyer, specializing in case law.

He watched the fellow at the door, the very big fellow at the door, stamp his hand with the clubs logo – a kneeling submissive in silhouette.

Although he’d not been here before, he’d driven Mistress here many times, as chauffer. It was a job he relished, just to serve her, his Mistress.

Normally so in charge, Mistress would have had arranged to meet him here, to shake him up, to take him out of his comfort zone.

‘Well,’ he thought, ‘it worked.’ He was so far out of his comfort zone, he may have been in another dimension.

He was here to see his Mistress, having been told she’d wait awhile for him in her usual booth.

‘Where was that?’ he panicked, hastily scanning the crowd becoming more anxious by the second.

Dave made his way through the crowds, surprised at the many ways that people acted or dressed.

‘Nervous.’ Of course he was nervous.

Yet David Stapleton was also aroused.

He was late and knew that would earn him punishment.

‘That punishment could be anything,’ he thought, with sweaty hands and a heart beating fast than it had just seconds earlier.

Then he saw her face through the crowd on the dance-floor and he thought his knees would go beneath him.

She was there, amongst a small group of people, sitting proud, her head held high, her long black hair and high cheekbones part of her proud heritage.

Native Cherokee.

His mouth was dry as he approached the table, to speak to her, his Mistress.

A thousand images flittered through Stapleton’s head within the first few paces it took to where Mistress Celine sat, with two friends.

A half dozen or so of the women’s courtiers sat nearby, all with an eye on this strong woman, he so adored.

All the time, thoughts of probable punishment were uppermost in his mind, as he neared their table.

He thought of how he might be told to undress, before these friends of hers, to show them what he what he wore beneath his suit, to please her.

Mentally he sighed, at the thoughts of such humiliation, at the hands of Mistress Celine.

Her hands.

Those small and quick hands, how they had felt, as he had lain across her lap, his trousers by his ankles, his buttocks framed by the straps of the black suspenders he wore, to hold up the sheer stockings, she liked on him.

"May I sit down Mistress Celine?" he asked in a timorous voice.

Not speaking a word she motioned for him to sit and Davis sank gratefully into the chair.

‘Oh-boy,’ he thought, as she tapped one red fingernail against the tabletop waiting for him to speak: ‘this promises to be anything, but an ordinary evening"



*written by Angelus

An Ordinary Evening part one
01:28 Jul 13 2008
Times Read: 834

A short story Based on characters From the short story "An Ordinary Day" written By Angelus.





She stood by the door, dressed in her black leather and lace, Her long black hair cascaded

down to the place just above her hips. Her big brown eyes luminous in the evening shadows,

searching the crowd, looking for someone she was supposed to meet.



Celine Jenkins stood five feet five, not tall but moved with grace one finds hard to

ignore when she walks into a room. Her head held high, her high cheekbones bespoke of a

proud heritage. Native Cherokee.



Her hands small and quick, her legs long and lean encased in black silk stockings, her black leather corset, with black rhinestone caught the shimmers

from the overhead lights in the club. Her skirt, black leather to match the corset, rode up to the middle of her thighs hugged her hips. Her shoulders bare, copper skin revealed.







She found a place at a table, her eyes piercing the smoky dimness of the club, found people dancing and the band playing loudly. She took out her pack of cigarettes and placed them on the table along with her lighter. She put a cigarette gently to her full red ruby lips and lit and inhaled. letting the smoke fill her lungs, and then just as quickly released the blue smoke slowly and softly out between her lips.



Her cell phone went off, the tone playing was Tublar Bells from the movie The Exorcist. A tune she loved as it gave her cold chills everytime she heard it.

She flipped open the cell and answered it. Rachel's voice came over the phone. "Mistress, just calling to tell you, your Slave is running late and hopes you wont be too angry with him"



Rachel's soft laughter after the comment made her smile. Rachel knew what was in store for the poor slave who kept Celine waiting... Celine smiled into the phone. Rachel was a very good assistant, she had served Celine well over the years. "Please cancel all of my appointments this evening Rachel, its going to be a long session."



With that being said, Celine hung up. She hadnt been there too long before he showed up. He ran into the club and scanned the crowd, Finding her sitting alone, he approached her with caution.



As he stood near the table, he could smell her scent. Chanel number five assaulted his senses as he drank her in with his eyes. As she turned to look at him he once again was taken in by her smoky brown eyes outlined with black coal. She didnt need to wear makeup as her complexion was copper but without flaws. He suddenly went weak in the knees and swallowed hard as he looked at her, her eyes never leaving his.



"May I sit down Mistress Celine?" he asked. Not speaking a word she motioned for him to sit. He gratefully sank into the chair. Her eyes once again never leaving his face. She tapped one red fingernail against the table waiting on him to speak. David Stapleton knew right there and then he was in for a long night.





*written by Lady of Dragonrose

An Ordinary Day
01:25 Jul 13 2008
Times Read: 837

A short-story, for Adults. Written By Angelus (for me)





She was asleep, then awake; just like that.

There was bright sunlight shafting through a gap in the drapes; and she could see thousands of dust motes floating in its light.

She blinked, several times, in part to get the sleep out of her eyes, whilst assuring herself that she was in reality.

“It was absurd, to think that a dream can affect me like that,” she mused aloud, pleased to hear her own voice, as it was a sign of normality.

She brushed her long dark hair away from broad, elegant shoulders and smiled.

“I need caffeine,” she told herself, “and nicotine.” She added, swinging her legs round and sitting on the edge of the bed. Celine Jenkins looked at the clock, and the smile left her face immediately.

“Eight o’clock, on a Saturday?”

‘Aw, c’mon…” she thought, annoyed at the vagaries of the recent sleep pattern, or lack thereof.

Nearly a week of these early wakings.

When she had to work, that was okay, But on a Saturday, her day of rest?

That just wasn’t on.

Celine stood.

Not quite eight and the heat already sufficiently warm to warrant her opening the window.

The heat would be oppressive later. Celine did not relish that at all; her cerise nightdress was already clinging to her undeniably womanly curves.

She stood, opening the small casement windows, put it on the latch at its widest and grinned, pulling the drapes shut once more.

There was already a fine sheen of perspiration, covering her flesh and, for a nanosecond; she nearly forgave the cigarette, in favour of a cold-shower.

‘But,’ she told herself, ‘that can wait.’

Severe nicotine depletion had taken place overnight and that had to be remedied.

As she washed her hands and face, Celine looked into the mirror, for long moments.

She looked at herself and smiled ruefully.

Time hadn’t been as kind to her, as she would have liked.

There were a few more laughter lines than she found amusing and her black hair, which ended mid-back, showed the odd grey hair. Not many, but enough to annoy her.

But, she hardly needed the glasses, she occasionally wore and her pronounced cheek-bones, a remnant of her native-American heritage, had allowed her to age far better than some women of her age.

The only thing she didn’t like, was her nose.

‘Too big,’ she thought, leaning forward a little, to peer into the mirror.

“Enough of this,” she reminded herself, turning away from the visage of a woman in her middle-age, whom she preferred to see as little as possible.

Then she padded into the kitchen, barefoot, her only clothing the simple shift nightgown, that hardly suited her curves, yet was all she deemed necessary, as she had no-one to impress, of late.

She had stopped drinking coffee a while back, so a sugar-free Coke satisfied her need for caffeine, as he stood at the backdoor and lit her first cigarette of the day.

Exhaling the acrid blue-grey smoke, Celine debated her feeling of unease.

Then reality blurred, as a dragonfly whirred by the open door.

She looked at her cigarette, ‘The First of the day.’

As her head swirled, the brunette put her hand to the wall…

“I think it’s back to bed-time,” she muttered closing the door and returning to bed.

She was asleep, then awake; just like that.

There was bright sunlight shafting through a gap in the drapes; and she could see thousands of dust motes floating in its light.

She blinked, several times, in part to get the sleep out of her eyes, whilst assuring herself that she was in awake: and not still asleep and dreaming.

A phone was ringing, downstairs.

Now Celine was awake and wondering where she was.

She was in her bed, but the room seemed different, somehow.

Confused, she looked round the room, her eyes resting momentarily on the chair beneath the window, a rush seated 18th Century elm and beech chair, of the 18th Century. A set of handcuffs sat on the seat.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Come in?” Celine called out cautiously.

A tall, blonde-haired dazzling Asian beauty stepped into the room. It was Rachel; somehow she knew that.

“Where was that memory from?” She mused.

The Asian-doll wore a black lacy two- piece lacy vest and panties.

Rachel smiled demurely, offering her the phone.

“It’s work,” she informed Celine in a soft voice; and then slowly stripped of the black lingerie and removed overmatched panties, releasing a cut seven inches, already aroused and pointing upward.

Stepping back, Rachel blushed shyly and knelt by the side of the bed.

One hand on the Orientals head, Celine stroked the blonde hair absently, as she spoke on the phone, to her favourite client; a submissive named Henry.

“Mistress Celine, may I see you on Monday? Please?” the normally stern headmaster entreated of her.

“I’ll have to check my schedule,” she responded, as the Asian slowly eased back the duvet, to reveal the leather harness she wore, that emphasised her full beasts, heaving with her anticipation of the next moment.

Then pulling the duvet further down, Rachel looked at Celine, as if seeking her approval. She nodded.

“…ring me back tomorrow, I’ll have an answer for you then,” Celine said with a light smile, as soft delicate fingers ran over her left thigh.

Then the young Asian began placing butterfly kisses on the exposed flesh, eager to please Mistress Celine.

‘Rachel is a delicate, sweet, feminine, loving sweetheart,’ she thought, her memories returning slowly.



*copyrighted by Angelus