Heather’s Dilemma

Heather’s Delimma
by Napoleon Leopold

Heather Morris had finally made it home from work and was looking forward to the long weekend ahead. She went upstairs and took a warm shower and then proceeded to get ready for the evening. Red lace panties and matching bra made her feel sexy. Red stocking held up by garter straps and 4″ high red pumps adorned feet. Opening her dresser drawer heather pulled out a red leather collar with a d-ring set in the front, she lifted her medium brown hair up so she could buckle it tightly around her neck. Not so tight that it would interfere with her breathing but tight enough that it wouldn’t chafe her skin. A pair of matching red leather cuffs were buckled around her wrists and a second set around her ankles. Each in turn including her collar were secured using miniature padlocks. Reaching into her hall closet, she retrieved an overcoat and wrapping it around her body making sure to button it up.

Heather left her house and walked across the street to her neighbor’s house. By now night had fallen and it was basically dark other than the occasional street lamp and several illuminated homes on the block. She looked up and down the street to make sure no one was around and after ringing the doorbell, she unbuttoned the overcoat and dropped to her knees, her feet spread so her bottom rested on the ground. Her back was straight while her head was bowed and she looked down. Her hands were folded together behind her back, her wrists at opposite elbows like she was taught.

She waited patiently hoping she would not be discovered by any of the other neighbors. After several minutes she could hear the footsteps of heels on a wooden floor approach the other side of the door. The porch light came flick on and Heather was illuminated against the surrounding darkness of the street. She prayed that no one was around to see her but dared not look around herself. She kept her eyes cast downward, to a spot the feet in front of her as she had been taught.

After what seemed like an eternity, the lock on the door turned and the door opened. She knew Mistress Amanda had pulled the curtin aside the window and saw it was her kneeling there, testing her, but intentionally taking her time opening the door.

“Well, well pussy, are you ready for this evening’s fun and games?”

“Yes Mistress.” Heather answered politely, submissively.