I pushed the door open and slowly entered, a smile immediately crossing my lips as I saw the line of candles starting a few feet from the door and one on each step leading me to the bedroom older woman pic.
Rose petals were strewn across the beautiful hardwood floor like drops of blood.
I slowly ascended the stairs, breathing deeply the soft vanilla scent of the candles and the musty aroma of the rose petals.
At the top older woman pic of the stair in a tall slender and delicate vase was a single daffodil.
I gasped in delight the yellow contrasting so brightly against the crimson petals strew at the base.
My favorite flower, my Master had often compared me to the daffodil – like the older woman pic first flower of spring: bright and happy and yet older woman pic whispering of other older woman pic worlds.
I drew the flower from the base and smiled as I continued walking to our bedroom.
Wishing that tonight he would rip my clothes from me and carry me to our special playroom in the cellar.
The one I older woman pic had designed for him before I had moved in.
It had been how we met, his coming to my firm first for a renovation upstairs, than the bathroom, than older woman pic the kitchen and finally his dungeon.
However, I felt that tonight would be more than just a night of play in the dark cellar.
Tonight, I guessed that he meant to ask me a serious question once again and my knees shook.
I older woman pic felt I still did not know the answer.
I stepped into the room and noticed immediately the large chest that he kept our favorite older woman pic toys in.
And I saw them laid out on the floor on a piece of velvet.
Soft candles lit the corners of the room.
He sat in his large leather armchair, his throne it always seemed to me.
He was so imposing, so strong.
