Here is a little bit of fantasy for you, I hope you enjoy it....:-) ....................... The night of the party had arrived...she was both nervous and excited. The feelings washed over her alternately, heightening her senses, dread and anticipation rising within her. She looked into the mirror, what to wear had worried her, the longing to fit in, but still feel comfortable with herself had caused her to think long and hard. But now, seeing her reflection smiling back at her she knew it had been worth it. The long black silk skirt almost brushed the floor, only revealing the tips of her old-fashioned lace up boots. In contrast the top half of her body was more brazenly clothed. The black lacy basque hugged her curves tightly, squeezing her ample breasts so that they peeked pleasingly from the top of the garment, and the tiny lace jacket which covered her shoulders and arms, revealed as much as it concealed. Her long ebony hair tumbled loose down her back, framing her face which bore the minimum of make-up, dark eyeliner and deep crimson lipstick. A knock on the door made her jump a little, then the familiar voice said her name softly, and she went smiling to open the door. He stood waiting for her, her heart raced at the sight of him, as she let her eyes wander over his lean frame. The short black hair, perfectly pressed shirt, leather jeans which clung tightly to his long legs and disappeared into his high, heavy black boots...it all combined to take her breath away for a moment. She lowered her face, suddenly shy. He moved forward and lifted her chin with his finger so that she had to meet his gaze, and she saw approval in his eyes. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then moved his hand down to her own hand. He lifted it to his lips, and once more a thrill ran through her as they touched her skin. In his other hand he held a long black silken cord, this he wrapped around her wrist and deftly tied into an intricate knot. It gripped her wrist tightly, not so tight that it hurt or cut off the blood supply, but enough for her to feel its grasp constantly...a reassuring presence. With a slight tug on the cord, and a nod of his head he let her know to follow him, and they walked to the doorway of the party. As they walked through the door, her nerves returned, she shivered slightly and held back for a moment causing the rope at her wrist to pull. He turned to look at her, his features were stern, but in his expressive eyes an encouraging smile played, he raised his hand and ran it softly over her hair. The touch calmed her and she caught his scent, warm and soothing, though his hand was gone as swiftly as it had come. She followed him silently as he did his duty, passing through the party goers, chatting and making everyone feel at ease with his friendly manner. She longed to touch him, the warmth of him near her tantalising, but she knew it was not her place to do so...she must wait for him to touch her. He looked at her occasionally, eyes travelling over her body appreciatively, but his face never showing emotion, only his eyes twinkled with a smile he was unable to hide. She melted each time he glanced at her, then waited patiently for the next time. Sometimes a person would come up to them and talk to her, always she looked to him first...waiting for his nod of approval before she answered them. His feelings were the only important thing to her. One girl asked him to smack her, producing a riding crop. He obliged with a smile, raining down moderate blows onto her waiting behind. The girl squealed with pleasure at each touch, whilst the one who's rope he held backed away from the scene, feeling every blow he delivered as a sharp stab of jealousy in her stomach. She knew she had no reason to feel this way, after all it was she he chose to be with, but it still affected her...knowing the girl was receiving pleasure from him...and worried in case she should want more. At last the girl seemed to have had enough for the moment, he handed her back the crop and moved on his way again. Having noticed the distance she whom he held was now from him, he slowly pulled on the rope, reeling her in as a fisherman reels in his catch. He saw the look of sadness and uncertainty in her eyes, and once she was close enough placed a soft kiss on her moist lips and whispered in her ear. "Always, only ever you my dark angel" She sighed and nuzzled her face gently against his neck, before he pulled away and they continued to circulate amongst the revellers. The master, always fair never cruel...and his sweet submissive always meek, ever loyal.