Post by irresistibleiris on Dec 31, 2007 19:13:33 GMT 1
My name is Iris, you all know that, but I let you in on a secret (again)…Iris is not the name my mom and dad gave to me when they first laid eyes on me….They gave me a different name, Iris is the name Master gave me. It took quite a long time before he gave me this name. As you all know, he still doesn’t use this name to call me. He always calls me “Girl”.
I don’t mind, in fact, I like it when Master calls me Girl. Because when he does, it always evokes this strange trembling feeling, somewhere down my stomach….
Well, this particular evening Master didn’t call me on the phone, although I was waiting next to it for the past four, five, six days.. It was quite a while since our night out , maybe you remember how I misbehaved…, just a tiny little bit….and how angry Master got. Well even though we kissed and made up (and I suffered quite a bit too…), I thought that everything was alright…but I was wrong. Master was very angry even after my punishment, and for a while I wondered if he ever would get over it. But eventually his anger was gone, (thank God) and on this particular night Master rang the doorbell.
It was already late in the evening and I was just getting ready for bed.
Let me tell you my “going to bed” ritual.
I am watching television in my sweatpants, drinking a glass of rose (or two). I am talking on the phone, or chatting away with my girlfriends. Then, I start to feel drowsy, and I have just one more drop of wine, finish my conversations, or watch the last part of Desperate housewives, Sex and the city, or ER… I kill the lights, grab the cat under my arm and go upstairs. Upstairs, the bedroom looks inviting, with it’s diffuse light, it’s soft bed with the six pillows and the red curtains and black sheets. On the floor is my collection of shoes.
As you all know I’m not ashamed of the fact that I am a shoe fetishist. My high heeled shoes are all nicely rounded up on the floor of my bedroom. Next to them are my boots. All high heeled, shiny, black, red, white ,silver and gold. I just love expensive, high heeled shoes and boots. Love to watch them, love to wear them, love to touch them… I really like it when Master, (or secretly other men when they see me at parties) get aroused by me wearing them… I watch them while they, in their excitement watch my tiny little feet in these kinky, sexy, sometimes really classy… shoes. I see their eyes change, their face become tensed, there body become all sweaty… I see the wanting, the need, the lust… and that’s just what I like to see…
Okay, I was saying…..
I was getting ready for bed. I just put my big, cuddly pussycat on my bed, maybe you know I don’t like to sleep all by myself, and the sound of this sweet purring animal next to me just gives me that reassurance to fall asleep like a little girl. Then, I brush my teeth, remove my black eyeliner and red lipstick and take off all my clothes. I walk over to the bed, completely naked…. Then, I put on my pair of black velvet pumps and watch myself in the big mirror.
I watch myself and I open my legs...
I watch myself and I touch my breasts...
I watch myself and I open my mouth...
I watch myself and I start to feel wet...
I watch myself and I hear myself moan... and groan...
And then... Suddenly...
I hear the doorbell.
I don’t mind, in fact, I like it when Master calls me Girl. Because when he does, it always evokes this strange trembling feeling, somewhere down my stomach….
Well, this particular evening Master didn’t call me on the phone, although I was waiting next to it for the past four, five, six days.. It was quite a while since our night out , maybe you remember how I misbehaved…, just a tiny little bit….and how angry Master got. Well even though we kissed and made up (and I suffered quite a bit too…), I thought that everything was alright…but I was wrong. Master was very angry even after my punishment, and for a while I wondered if he ever would get over it. But eventually his anger was gone, (thank God) and on this particular night Master rang the doorbell.
It was already late in the evening and I was just getting ready for bed.
Let me tell you my “going to bed” ritual.
I am watching television in my sweatpants, drinking a glass of rose (or two). I am talking on the phone, or chatting away with my girlfriends. Then, I start to feel drowsy, and I have just one more drop of wine, finish my conversations, or watch the last part of Desperate housewives, Sex and the city, or ER… I kill the lights, grab the cat under my arm and go upstairs. Upstairs, the bedroom looks inviting, with it’s diffuse light, it’s soft bed with the six pillows and the red curtains and black sheets. On the floor is my collection of shoes.
As you all know I’m not ashamed of the fact that I am a shoe fetishist. My high heeled shoes are all nicely rounded up on the floor of my bedroom. Next to them are my boots. All high heeled, shiny, black, red, white ,silver and gold. I just love expensive, high heeled shoes and boots. Love to watch them, love to wear them, love to touch them… I really like it when Master, (or secretly other men when they see me at parties) get aroused by me wearing them… I watch them while they, in their excitement watch my tiny little feet in these kinky, sexy, sometimes really classy… shoes. I see their eyes change, their face become tensed, there body become all sweaty… I see the wanting, the need, the lust… and that’s just what I like to see…
Okay, I was saying…..
I was getting ready for bed. I just put my big, cuddly pussycat on my bed, maybe you know I don’t like to sleep all by myself, and the sound of this sweet purring animal next to me just gives me that reassurance to fall asleep like a little girl. Then, I brush my teeth, remove my black eyeliner and red lipstick and take off all my clothes. I walk over to the bed, completely naked…. Then, I put on my pair of black velvet pumps and watch myself in the big mirror.
I watch myself and I open my legs...
I watch myself and I touch my breasts...
I watch myself and I open my mouth...
I watch myself and I start to feel wet...
I watch myself and I hear myself moan... and groan...
And then... Suddenly...
I hear the doorbell.
?
