All good things must come to an end...
That's exactly what I was going through right now; my heart is in a trial between depression and my life that is now at steak.
I don't know why, but I know for sure I am in love with Cain.
I get this draw to him, like nobody else could ever amount to how much he could love me.
I need to push all of this aside, he hates me, he thinks I'm disgusting, and weak.
As I lay here, I count the stars from my bed, the room they put me in has a huge windowed dome on instead of a ceiling and quite frankly, I love it. It's the only symbol of peace I will ever have in my life now.
At some point I strayed off into a land of dreams, and was awoken by a beating rap on my door, I make myself scarce and rush to the door to be greeted by Darvis.
"Good morning D-Master Darvis, are these the...garments, you were speaking of earlier?"
I say as I inspect the pieces of cloth I'm expected to cloak my body in.
"Of course, I picked them out just for you, you see most the...employers here are asked to share, more so forced, to share clothing, but not you my dear. Oh no, you're special. Please, change quickly you will be serving Master Cain for the rest of the day."
I roll my eyes.
"Oh my that isn't going to be a problem is it?" He says almost tempting me to say yes.
"No sir, I'll be out shortly."
"Good and dear? Please do something with your hair..."
And he's gone just like that.
I look through my selection of outfits, I thought about being worried about what Cain would think if other people seeing me in this stuff, and decided what the hell!
I don’t need his consent!
I picked out a red corset with matching underpants and suspenders, eight inch glossy black stilettos. I went to the bathroom to look to see if there were any hair products or tools and make up.
Fortunately, there were both.
I curled my blond locks to perfection and my make-up look like a pro had done it. To say I was impressed with myself was an understatement.
I walk out the door and Master Darvis meets me.
“Mm, my dear you look absolutely…Ravishing.”
The gleam of lust in his eyes makes me want to run; but I hold my ground.
“Thank you Master I appreciate your appraisal on the choice.”
“Come, come, we must be on our way.”
Then we’re off.
We approach Cain’s door, and my heart does about fifty flips, and I get hot and bothered.
“Here you are! You are to do everything your Master asks of you. If you do not, he will pick the form of punishment.”
I nod and walk slowly up to Cain’s door and tap lightly. He opens the door immediately looking breathless.
Cain’s P.O.V.
I can practically feel her heart pound with excitement as she slides down the wall and back up, like a hypnotic potion, I’m captivated not just by the dance but, by her beauty, she thrashes her head back and forth to the beat of the music I reach out to touch her…
TAP. TAP. TAP.
I jump out of my bed breathless and open the door to find the mysterious mistress in my dreams.
Esmeralda.
I motion for her to come in but, take a few steps back so I can watch her walk in.
Her hips sway from side to side; her long legs moving as if she’s walking down a runway, her beautiful silky tresses shielding her eyes.
She stops in front of me and comes close as I sit down on my bed she latches onto my shoulders as I latch onto her hips, that motion itself makes me yearn to throw back my head. She whispers the few words and I’m gone, someone else has taken over.
“I’m yours,” she pauses, her minty breathe on my neck, “Master.”
