The night sky was purple with electricity. A storm was on the horizon. Her first thoughts as she raced home, windshield swiping the heavy rain off, ‘I can’t wait to be with them again’. Her pussy pulsed in anticipation of what was yet to come and a slow smirk appeared. She was tall at 5’8”, lithe and had ginger hair. She had just finished up her bondage training at the local center for sexual deviance and had made a stunning connection with her submissive Erik.
Alison pulled into her driveway and ran up the steps to her flat. (She had forgotten a rain coat, and didn’t want to get too soaked.) She fished out her keys and unlocked the front door. Stepping into her flat, she kicked off her shoes, and heard a silent meow echo from the hall.
“Hi yes Morrigan, I’m home.” Alison announced to the cat.
“Meow”. replied the cat as it intertwined itself between her legs before dashing to the kitchen where her food bowls were kept.
”Alright, Alright, I know.” Alison murmured as she pulled the cat food down and poured some into the bowl. Alison was only 31 years old, lived alone with Morrigan, and was very excited about being a new fully serviced Domme. She had just sent in her application for certification and had passed the exams.