Boudoir Secrets

Chapter 8

What goes up, must come down.

My happy vibes plummeted and I fell into despair. I missed having someone to share my home with. Someone to simply add human presence to the empty rooms. Feeling despondent, I went to my room to dress up. That usually lifted my spirits. I put on a black and green corset, black sheer stockings, a pair of dark, green, lacy panties, black high heels and a long, black velvet skirt with mid-thigh slits up both sides. I shook my hair out and added makeup. Dark, heavy eyes and clear gloss on naturally red lips. I looked great.

However, this was only temporary. Again my mind wandered and I fell into even greater depression. Amidst the need to break down and cry I refrained as I didn't want to smudge my makeup, regardless if anyone would see or not. Depression gave way to anger and I made my way to the dungeon. What could I do to relieve the pent up energy? A little self-gratification generally eased the pang of loneliness.

Walking over to where the toys were shelved, I picked up a few favourites and went back to the bedroom. I may as well be comfortable!

Just as I finished the doorbell rang. Must be Air. Probably forgot her key and I didn't leave the notes I had intended. Not bothering to fix myself, my stockinged feet softly padded along the stone floors. Stockings and corset were the only items left on me. Peering through the peephole I spied Paul. I knew he'd return. Once branded, they always did.

Opening the door I heard him gasp and try to shield the emotions that ran across his face.

"You are a couple of minutes late," I taunted.

Paul looked me up and down and grabbed me roughly, pushing me against the wall and kissed me.

"I can taste. I'm sure I can put you in the mood again."

His lips were buried in my neck as I pushed him away gently and closed the door. I didn't want my little ones escaping.

"Just watch your step. Mawsitsit has a playmate. Jade. She is a little more temperamental. You know females. All hormonal."

I giggled as I watched him blanch at the news. Grabbing his hand, I led him to our play room.