loneiysong
Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2012
Leaning up, she thought about that word. What was that word. What had it been? It slipped out of her mind. Groaning, she ran her hand along her face and sighed. How could she have let this happen to her? Standing up, she stood at a 5'7. Sadie was tall and beautiful. However, she was a bit older. 30 years old. Today. She wondered if He was thinking of her. Waiting to find her and bring her back. She longed for him. Longed for his whips and chains. Shutting her eyes, she swallowed. He always made her feel brilliant.
Walking to the bathroom in her small apartment, she turned on teh water and frowned. He had probably chose another pet. Running a hand through her blonde hair, she looekd at herself with blue eyes in the mirror. She began to brush her teeth. When she was done, she stepped into the shower and began to shower. The memory of him washing over her. She had panicked. When he wanted to pierce her and tattoo her and claim her as his own, she panicked and left. She ran. But she missed him every day. No! She did not! But she did. Deep down in a spot she would never admit to it.
With a sigh, she brushed her hair and pulled it up into a tight bun. Walking to her closet, she got black lace panties and bra and garter with grey stockings. All a gift from him. Getting into a soft blue bluse and grey pencil skirt, and high heels, she headed to work. She began to work. Longing for him, longing for the release that he always could bring. Having no clue what the day would bring for her. She was friendly and Sadie was one of the best secretaries ever.