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[my_masquerade]

She was dressed in a short red skirt, thats what caught your eye. Her black seamed stockings perfectly straight up the back of her leg, and her black button down shirt unbuttoned all except for three buttons in the very middle of her blouse, leaving her chest and half her breasts bare, and glimpses of her belly when she turned and bent. Her dark blonde wavy hair was pinned up, with long wisps framing her face. On her stocking feet she wore black patent leather 4 inch heels, held on by an interesting cuff held closed by a tiny padlock. You watch from your car, as she flits around, bored with the talk, yet intriuged by her company of a few young men. She pauses every so often to pucker her lips around that slim white cylinder. She playfully blows smoke in one young mans face, and you watch as he reaches out and tries to grab for her, just as she spins out of his grasp, laughing at him. She sits on the hood of a car, her ankles crossed delicately, she continues to take long, slow draws of her cigarette. Every once in awhile a breeze blows across her lap, blowing her skirt high up over her thighs, exposing the lacy tops of her stockings. She doesnt even notice when shes exposed. Soon their break is over and they file back into their office. You know her routine so well. You know she has barely an hour left. You set off to make sure your preparations are set. Later that evening, she stands in the middle of her black and blue bedroom, slowly stripping in front of her full length mirror. She unbuttons her shirt, and lets it slip off her arms and fall to the floor. She pauses to look at herself, smiling a little. Her black bra making her milky white skin almost glow. She unzips her skirt and wiggles her hips slightly, letting it shimmy down over her hips and thighs, kicking it aside. Walking across to her dresser in her bra, garter belt, stockings and heels, she picks up and pack of long thin cigarettes and retreats to the chaise lounge. She reclines gracefully, her long legs stretched out in front of her, she takes a long swallow of her wine, and lights a cigarette. You watch from your perch through her double french doors lined in blue-black lace, silent, your breathing quick, warm and deep. She reaches up and takes out the hair pins, shaking her hair loose around her shoulders, as a stream of smoke curls around her face. Slowly and deeply, she inhales, holds her breath for a few seconds and slowly exhales, the smoke a long, thin stream. Feeling around on the table next to her, she picks up the remote and turns the TV on, the hum creating background music to her slow seduction of herself. Taking another long drag, she swallows another long drink of her wine before exhaling. Setting her glass down, she starts sliding one hand slowly over her body, from her chest, over her breasts, her stomach, her hips. Closing her eyes, she smiles softly to herself, and takes another deep inhale from her cigarette. and lets her hand roam her body until it finds its way to the damp spot between her thighs. She parts her legs slightly, then moaning, grows more bolder. Draping one leg over the side of the chaise, her fingers trace her plump, silky damp lips. You see clearly that she is shaven smooth as the day she was born, the moisture glistening on her flesh. Her fingers tease that sensitive pierced spot, twisting the piercing gently, flicking it, rubbing it. Taking a deep drag of her cigarette, she traces her lips, pinching them slightly, turning them even pinker as she slowly exhales, the smoke forming a frame around her face. Two fingers slowly find their way to teh source of all her wetness. She slides her fingers slowly into her, up to her first knuckle, then stops and wiggles them, hitting her G spot repeatedly. Soon a thick white milk begins to spill out around her fingers, and even from where you watch, you can hear her moans and gasps. Her orgasm subsiding, she withdraws her fingers, and takes a last long draw of her cigarette, inhaling deeply, then opening her mouth, and letting the smoke slowly spill out, as she inhales through her nose again. Putting out her cigarette, she sits up and removes her shoes, and proceeds to the bathroom to run her bath. Leaving your perch, you approach her front door, as you finishing zipping your jumpsuit. You knock on her door, knowing exactly what she will be wearing when she answers it. As the door opens, you pick up the tool box, and begin your speach of how the neighbor downstairs has been complaining of leaks in her bathroom ceiling, whilst pushing past her into the apartment. Naturally, like you knew she would, she leads you immediately to the bathroom, not wanting to cause any trouble for her neighbors. You raech over and turn the tub off, sighing and shaking your head. You turn to face her, explaining to ehr what the problem most likely is. You walk towards her as you speak, as you get a little too close, she backs up slightly, then a little more. Finally you hve backed her back into the adjoined bedroom and she starts to look frantic, sensing something isnt quite right. Reaching into your pocket, you draw out a pair of leather cuffs and order her to reach out and offer you her wrists. Panicing, she tries to turn and flee, but you catch her arm and spin her around and push her face down on her massive four poster bed. Slipping the cuffs around her wrists, you attach her to the bedposts as restrain her ankles to the opposing bedposts. You get your "tool" bag and take a thick, wide leather collar, fastening it around her neck with a small padlock that matches the ones on her shoes. The collar forces her head up and back, not allowing her to move it left or right, or to look down. Taking a drill out of your tool bag, you quickly modify the wall to suit your needs by attaching several large hooks to the studs. Leaving her hands free, you chin the collar to the wall, forcing her to straight upright, her legs extended out and to teh sides of her. She clawed and pulled at the restraints, crying, struggling to get free. You smiled down at her, amused by her little temper. Kneeling between her spread legs, you pull a knife from your tool bag. She freezes as you touch the cold blade to her skin, tracing along her inner thighs, up her belly, over her chest, tracing the edge of her bra. You slide the blade up under the edge of her bra between her breasts. With a twist of your wrist, you slit it, and her breasts pop out of their tight corral. You carve lightly over each breast, tracing, then knicking the nipple lightly, causing a slow drip of blood. Leaning forward, you take first one niple, then the other in your mouth, suckling her blood from her. She whimpers and almost moans as you flick your tongue over her wounded nipples, and you can smell her musky wetness, and know this is exactly what shes been needing. As if she just remembered her hands were free, she reaches up and pushes you away fron her. You slap her hard across the breasts, back and forth, again and again, leaving first bright red hand prints, then light purple briuses. By time you finish, she is sobbing. You cradle her against your chest and kiss her tears, then grab her by the hair and force her mouth down over your cock. She sucks it greedily, hungrily, taking long strokes deep into her throat. But you stop suddenly, as if youd forgotten something. You walk over to the chaise lounge, and pick up her cigarettes, lighter and ashtray, asking her if shed like to smoke, relax. She nods slowly, and you hand them to her. Its awkward for her, lighting the cigarette in the collar, but you enjoy how she looks. You enjoy how she needs to strain a little to take a nice, deep inhale. You watch as she closes her eyes and she takes a deep breath, and lets the smoke drift out of her mouth slowly, allowing the smoke to curl aruond you both. She sets it down, and you again slide your cock deep into her throat, slowly, rythmically fucking her face. Again you pause, letting her take a few deep inhales of the rich, minty smoke. Taking it from her, you motion for her to open her mouth, and you stroke yourself lightly a few times, cumming hard over her face, her mouth. She moves to catch it in her mouth, and laps up the drips. You smile and kiss her softly, "what a good girl you are, pet."
"I love you master."
You pick up the remote, and aim it at the double french windows, turning off the camera.