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Title: alone #9: The Key
Author: Lorraine
Category: Orig fiction, femslash, POV
Rating: PG-13
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The Key
"I have a request," she said, out of the blue on Monday.
It was just past noon and I was thinking longing thoughts of lunch, but at her words, I perked up. Food could wait. I'd already learned that Kira's requests were a good thing.
I was laying her bed, on my stomach, chin propped up on my hands. Those magnificent linens of hers were crumpled in a heap underneath me and were the worse for the wear after our busy weekend.
"Anything," I told her, in complete naivete.
She grinned. "You might reserve judgment on that until you hear the request."
I shrugged. "I trust you."
She looked at me, her expression unreadable. For the first time I felt a frisson of unease. She took a key out of the pocket of the soft chenille robe she was wearing and walked over to an enormous armoire. She opened it revealing a series of drawers set off to the left side in it, she put the key into the lock in the first drawer and turned it. It gave with an audible snick. She reached in and paused, then half turned towards me.
"I have a very conservative housekeeper," she said. It wouldn't be the last time she lied to me.
I wasn't quite certain what to expect, locked away in that drawer. It was almost a letdown when she pulled out a plain wood paddle. It was sturdy and made of oak. I thought, oh well, piece of cake, she wants to be spanked then she pulled out the lube and something that can only be described as an odd, blunt, crystal dagger.
I gulped.
Author: Lorraine
Category: Orig fiction, femslash, POV
Rating: PG-13
Blame one of the props on
franzi1981"I have a request," she said, out of the blue on Monday.
It was just past noon and I was thinking longing thoughts of lunch, but at her words, I perked up. Food could wait. I'd already learned that Kira's requests were a good thing.
I was laying her bed, on my stomach, chin propped up on my hands. Those magnificent linens of hers were crumpled in a heap underneath me and were the worse for the wear after our busy weekend.
"Anything," I told her, in complete naivete.
She grinned. "You might reserve judgment on that until you hear the request."
I shrugged. "I trust you."
She looked at me, her expression unreadable. For the first time I felt a frisson of unease. She took a key out of the pocket of the soft chenille robe she was wearing and walked over to an enormous armoire. She opened it revealing a series of drawers set off to the left side in it, she put the key into the lock in the first drawer and turned it. It gave with an audible snick. She reached in and paused, then half turned towards me.
"I have a very conservative housekeeper," she said. It wouldn't be the last time she lied to me.
I wasn't quite certain what to expect, locked away in that drawer. It was almost a letdown when she pulled out a plain wood paddle. It was sturdy and made of oak. I thought, oh well, piece of cake, she wants to be spanked then she pulled out the lube and something that can only be described as an odd, blunt, crystal dagger.
I gulped.
