Meta (somewhat) Pure Smut
OOC: Why, yes, the mun is on painkillers, why do you ask?
Of course, she waited until Dr. Ramirez gave her the all clear. Alexa figured that since Mark was trying so hard to change, even quitting drinking, and she still had some reserves of annoyance with him that could be put to good use, she might as well reward him with some punishment.
First, she sent Scipio over to Marta and Paolo's. No need ruining the mood with a wet dog nose stuck in places at the worst moment.
Then, she put on a black leather, lace up, corset that barely covered her breasts, and was so tight she could hardly breath. Alexa felt like Scarlett O'Hara, gripping the bedpost as Chela laced her into the thing. It made her bust look...well...unbelievable. Then she put on black silk stockings, and thigh high black leather boots with five inch heels, that had a fold over at the top, and were just butter soft.
She also put on smoky eye makeup, and deep red lipstick, and made her hair all wild with curls and teasing. With her eagle necklaces, and a spiked bracelet, she looked pretty fierce. The leather thong was very unusual for her, and she couldn't stop giggling with Chela as they fixed up the house.
Alexa made a platter of oysters, some luscious nibbles, and some decadent drinks without booze. Then she lit candles and put exotic flowers around the house, and opened the doors so the ocean could be heard.
Suddenly, Chela ran out, and came back with a small black whip, which made Alexa's eyebrows shoot up. "Where did you get...never mind, I don't want to know."
It was dark when she heard Mark's car pull up the drive, and she waited, tapping the whip into her palm, for him to walk into the living room. It was pitch dark, save for the moon through the doors, and a few candles behind her, which made her look menacing and dangerous. Now, if she could keep from giggling, she might pull off this femme fatale act.
Of course, she waited until Dr. Ramirez gave her the all clear. Alexa figured that since Mark was trying so hard to change, even quitting drinking, and she still had some reserves of annoyance with him that could be put to good use, she might as well reward him with some punishment.
First, she sent Scipio over to Marta and Paolo's. No need ruining the mood with a wet dog nose stuck in places at the worst moment.
Then, she put on a black leather, lace up, corset that barely covered her breasts, and was so tight she could hardly breath. Alexa felt like Scarlett O'Hara, gripping the bedpost as Chela laced her into the thing. It made her bust look...well...unbelievable. Then she put on black silk stockings, and thigh high black leather boots with five inch heels, that had a fold over at the top, and were just butter soft.
She also put on smoky eye makeup, and deep red lipstick, and made her hair all wild with curls and teasing. With her eagle necklaces, and a spiked bracelet, she looked pretty fierce. The leather thong was very unusual for her, and she couldn't stop giggling with Chela as they fixed up the house.
Alexa made a platter of oysters, some luscious nibbles, and some decadent drinks without booze. Then she lit candles and put exotic flowers around the house, and opened the doors so the ocean could be heard.
Suddenly, Chela ran out, and came back with a small black whip, which made Alexa's eyebrows shoot up. "Where did you get...never mind, I don't want to know."
It was dark when she heard Mark's car pull up the drive, and she waited, tapping the whip into her palm, for him to walk into the living room. It was pitch dark, save for the moon through the doors, and a few candles behind her, which made her look menacing and dangerous. Now, if she could keep from giggling, she might pull off this femme fatale act.