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Felicia's Follies Chapter 1
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Felicia's Follies Chapter 1 Friday’s always seemed be the longest day of the week. He found himself checking the clock several times through the day, willing the clock move faster, secretly ordering the day end. His thoughts drifted as he tried read another report on plans and priorities. He stretched and stared blankly the computer screen front of him, as his mind drifted the evening ahead. He knew she waited there for him, freshly coiffed, dressed in her finest lingerie, wearing a seductively sweet perfume and ready indulge any whim, fantasy, or desire he might have. He licked his lips in anticipation, recalling the taste of her skin, and it’s silky soft texture. He felt his pulse begin race, and a tightness his groin as he closed his eyes and allowed himself imagine her on her knees, looking up him hungrily and expectantly. His hunger for her burned deep his belly, and his excitement and need began a slow smoldering burn. last the clock struck four and he rose stiffly from his desk, adjusting his tunic hide his excitement. He hurriedly shut down his computer, removed the hard drives and locked his filing cabinets, making sure no classified material was left lying . Friday afternoon traffic was a madhouse and he fumed as he sat a long line of cars waiting cross the Bridge. Once again time seemed slow down, as the Bridge traffic tried merge from two lanes into one. Behind him, an impatient driver in a small foreign sports car tried unsuccessfully to work her way up the right hand shoulder, trying to jump the queue. He eased to his right until he partially blocked the right hand shoulder and watched as the impatient driver worked her way closer. Up ahead, traffic came to a stand still as a tow truck arrived from the opposite direction, and maneuvered into position to recover the cause of the traffic snarl, an overheated mini-van. The impatient driver at last made her way up the shoulder until he could go no further. He watched her in his rear view mirror as she cursed at him loudly and began to lay on her horn. He ignored her As she vented her rage and gave him the finger. After two minutes of listening to her incessant blowing of her vehicle’s horn. he decided it was time to put an end to her temper tantrum. He shut off his ignition, set his parking brake, unclipped his seat belt and climbed down of his truck. Adjusting his uniform tunic, and placing his uniform cap on his head, he walked slowly and sedately back towards her car. As he drew closer, she rolled down her car window and directed a stream of invective at him, calling into question the legitimacy of his parent’s marriage. He smiled and in a calm controlled voice asked her to stop blowing her horn and exercise a little patience. He explained she might not have been able see it from her limited vantage point, but both lanes were blocked ahead by the tow truck as it attempted to hook up the mini-van. This approach earned him a fresh round of profanity laced invective. When he’d reached the limit of his patience, he leaned in close to the window and in a low almost serene tone, advised her if she blew the horn again, he’d pull her from her car, put her over his knee, and spank her right here on the Bridge. The look in his eye left no doubt of his sincerity in question and immediately, the blaring car horn ceased and she sat back defeated in her car seat. With a wink and a tip of his hat he said “thank you for your cooperation’ and turned smartly on his heel and headed back his truck. He didn’t see the thumbs up and smiles of the drivers who’d witnessed the exchange, but the impatient driver did, and she called him as he walked away, ready hurl another round of curses him. The curses died on her lips however when he turned back and shot her a glance brooked no countenance. A feral animal glare flash his eyes left no doubt her mind he meant business and instead, she managed stutter and spit an apology; “I… I’m sorry. “ Yes”, he said, “yes you are” and he smiled her and then climbed back up into his truck. last, the mini-van was cleared away and traffic began move again in fits and spurts. He moved back the centre of his lane and motioned for the impatient driver pull ahead of him. As he last was able move. As he began accelerate, he noted the impatient driver spent more time staring at him in her rear view mirror then she did watching the road ahead of her. Once finally clear of the Bridge and the impatient driver in the sports car, his mood began lighten. Stopping to pick up some wine, and some Thai food, he once again began to think about the evening ahead with a wicked smile. By the time he pulled into the Apt building parking lot, he was in a much better frame of mind. He whistled to himself as he walked through the parking lot. Normally, he’d stop and buzz her apt, but as he approached the front door, he stopped to allow an elderly couple to pass ahead of him through the door and he followed them into the lobby. Checking his watch, he noted he was 1:47 minutes late. He frowned and shook his head as he passed the elevator and headed towards the stairs. Sprinting up the stairs to the fourth floor, he made his way to her apartment, arriving exactly four minutes behind schedule. He chided himself on his tardiness as he fumbled in his pocket for the apartment key she’d given him. As a Dom, he demanded obedience to the rules, but he also believed he needed to lead by example. It wasn’t enough to enforce the rules; he had to live by them too. He believed Dominance and Submission was a matter of mutual respect, and he was being disrespectful by showing up late. He resolved apologize for his tardiness and reward her with a kiss as he slipped the key in the lock and quietly slipped inside. He knew she’d be alone; her , gone for the evening, was spending a night a friend’s house. It was their Friday evening ritual, and had been this way for a couple of months now. He knew she’d be in the hallway of her apartment ready and waiting greet him; her arms tucked behind her back, her head demurely bowed ever so slightly. He slipped the door closed behind him and turned inspect the prize he intended spend the evening claiming. The hallway was empty... |
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