Hey there just a quick note. There are 25 rooms, I need ideas for more of them. If you have an idea leave a comment on this thread telling me what it is and I'll see if I can work it in for you. Also tell me which room is your favorite. Because angel might just have to go back to it again if enough people like it.
Enjoy :)
She is standing in a dark room, wearing only a collar, a bra and matching pair of panties. There are foot steps coming toward the door. She's slightly afraid of what she'll see when the door opens. Angel wonders what's in store for her this time. She plays with the purple collar around her neck, trying to adjust it, bouncing and flicking the red tag that reads "angel" on the front and "belongs to master" on the back. She feels a knot of anticipation form in her gut as the steps get louder and closer. Keys jingle, a lock clicks. The door knob twists, and it swings open on silent hinges and then light floods in. she rubs her eyes letting them adjust to the bright light, her vision clears and her heart jumps when she sees him. There, standing in the door way, she sees her master.
Angel was a small girl, 5' 3" with long dark brown hair and the cutest cat like nose you've ever seen. Her eyes could melt an arctic snow cap with there gaze. She had the best smile that could make anyone's day. She was also very well endowed with a pair of DDD 36 breasts. All tho not extremely muscular, She was very strong. She loved the out doors, the woods in particular. She loved being surrounded be nature and things that grow. And wasn't afraid of a little dirt. She loved animals, especially cats, and animals seemed to flock to her where ever she went. She didn't much care for people, always fighting about things that didn't matter, being stupid and acting like ass holes to everyone they met. No she didn't like them at all. She didn't have much luck with boyfriends either. Until she met master.
Her master was tall, about 5' 11", he had short sandy blond hair. He was strong, lean and very handsome. He can be harsh yet loving at the same time. His voice holds more emotion than his body ever will. He isn't unfair yet he makes sure his Angel isn't a spoiled brat.
"Follow me." he said. Angel, who always had a slight defiant streak looked up at him, flashed her smile and said in her best pouty voice"but what if I don't want to?" She knew very well what would happen and every now and then she wanted that. "Then I will discipline you." He replies. He sees her face perk up barely, "Then again you might like that too much. So I'll tell you one more time, follow me."