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Written By Jenne
Anne found herself strutting up and down her hallway, waiting for the moment that the doorbell would surely ring. Ding Dong. The sound that always signaled that the waiting was over, but until that sound came there was no telling how much time would elapse as she waited.
She stood for a moment and admired her full figure in the elongated mirror that sat at one end of the hallway. Sexy, that was how she would describe this outfit, sexy but not slutty. She knew he did not appreciate slutty and he would simply turn around and walk out of the door, if he didn’t like what she was wearing.
Her hands caressed the soft velvet fabric of the corset that enveloped her figure, almost encasing it, but still allowing her room to breath. She loved this corset and more than that, what it did for her body. Yes, it was a pain in the ass to put on, with all this eyelets but when you are waiting there is little else to do, so a few eyelets seemed a small price to pay. Her ample breasts almost flowed from the soft material, but always managed to stay were they were put. The matching briefs, always made her ass look good she concluded as she turned around and admired her curved booty. Of course the piece de resistance was her black stockings and thigh high black leather boots. Oh, how she loved these boots, having been made to wait weeks for them, had somehow made them seem more special. The pleasure of receiving and then opening them had been exquisite.
Anne pulled her ponytail out of it’s elastic and decided to rearrange the blonde locks that were now dangling over her shoulders. She waited as the hair tongs got hot enough to straighten her usually curly locks and set about sectioning and sliding them down her hair, just as she desperately wanted to slide her tongue down the shaft of the man she was waiting for.
Wicked thoughts licked at the corners of her mind as she finished straightening her hair. She wound it into a tight bun and attached them to her head with some pins. Pins that looked similar to the clamps that he had used on her nipples last time he had made her wait. At the very thought her nipples strained against the corset of their own accord. Could she use these and not be punished later for doing so? After some deliberation she decided against the idea, her nipple strained against the corset, as if daring her to disobey her own brain, but she had been told to wait and wait she would. Her nipples were so hard now, they pushed like fearless soldiers through the fabric, poking out the other side and begged to be touched. They craved a hard touch, just a pinch of pain would probably push her over the edge but she refused to give in.
Her inner thighs were growing ever damper, as her waited in her own hallway for that familiar sound that would grant her release. She wondered if she could hold out much longer. The desire seemed to be creeping up her thighs, circling her clit, and filling her with wanton pleasure, but she knew that waiting was half the fun, making her wait simply made her want him more. She sooo wanted to feel his skin touching her, teasing her flesh, making her nipples stand to attention with each pinch of pleasure he choose to bestow on her. Would he bend her over the small hall stand and administer blows with his bear hands or instead choose to use an