The Diva Dome

An example of the romantic prose of Charley Nicole Montrose:

“Close your eyes my bitch.”

I did as I was told. I immediately closed my eyes. I only stood there for a second before sinking to my knees to fully enter the room. I didn’t go too far, before I was stopped by a tug of my locks.

“Sit up and wait here.”

Then you walked away. I heard the door open and realized that you were speaking to someone. I hadn’t even heard the bellman at the door. I guess my heart was beating too fast. I wondered if he could see me as he entered the bedroom. I didn’t care, I just wondered if he could seem me.

As you entered the room, I heard you say, “Mmmm, you are my ideal. Good girl, good girl.”

The words caused me to shiver throughout my body. I heard you approach me and felt your body heat beside me. I was still in the position where you left me. I felt you as you caressed my cheek. Then I felt a thick furry blindfold cover my eyes. Next I became aware of my everyday collar being removed and my formal collar being placed around my neck. As the buckle was fastened, I felt so proud of myself for remembering that I was to put my formal servant collar in my pocketbook. Once the leash was attached I was lead to another room. The most delicious smells greeted me as I crawled across the threshold to that room. …

The diva dome

Originally posted 2006-09-28 05:29:29.