Tersely Pertinent

It was time for her to go

But her sunglasses were missing.

She checked inside the house

While I checked in the car

I wished we couldn't find them

So we would have a bit more time together

But that was selfish

She needed to go to make her flight

Where she needed to go

I could not follow

What she needed to do

I could not be a part of

Then there she was

Sunglasses in hand

A hug

A kiss on the forehead

"Safe Travels" 

I whisper

"Safe Travels"

She returns

When Silvia entered the gathering area of The Club, from the back hallway, she had changed to a simple black dress with a below the knee skirt and matching dance slippers.   Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, simple but elegant.  As she approached the bar in the corner of the entry hall, she only saw Sarah’s back, as Sarah chatted with Alexis behind the bar.

While Alexis continued to chat with Sarah, her hands poured various liquids from various bottles into a shaker to her left.  All the while, Alexis let her eyes match Silvia’s now and then.   When Silvia was about five feet from the bar, Sarah finally noticed Alexis’ look and turned around on her bar stool to see what was behind her.

For a few seconds, Silvia and Sarah simply stared at one another.    Then there was a sudden distraction.

It was the sound of cocktail shaker being aggressively rattled.  “Have a seat, Silvia.  Look who’s here” Alexis said, using the shaker to point at the stool next to Sarah.

Biting her lower lip, Silvia nodded and sat down where Alexis indicated.    She then raised her face to look at Sarah.     It was like the years had vanished and they really were sitting in that coffee shop they used to go to.   Happier times.

 Before all the recriminations.  Before all the pain.

Before the silence.

“You know,” Alexis told the both of them, “if I am the only one going to be talking, I’m going to start singing.  And no one wants that.”   She then set cocktail napkins before each of the other two ladies and put a large bowl glass on the one in front of Sarah.  Into this she poured a rather purplish liquid from the shaker.  

Both Silvia and Sarah snort laughed, as Sarah picked up her glass to sip.   “Please don’t”, she said before taking a drink.   Licking her lips and setting the glass on the napkin, she told Alexis “Wonderful as always, Alexis.   You remembered.”

Alexis winked at Sarah and proceeded to mix another drink.   “Of course I did, Hon.  It hasn’t been that long.”  Alexis told her, then shifted her gaze to Silvia, “Has it, Siliva?”

Silvia suddenly looked up at Alexis and then over to Sarah.   Tears half formed in her eyes, she told the both of them “Too Long.  Way too long.”   And then placed her hand on the edge of the bar next to Sarah.  Sarah stared at the hand and with little hesitation, placed Her’s on top of Silvia’s.

Alexis placed the second finished cocktail in front of Silvia and then placed her hand on top of theirs.   It was large enough to cover both of theirs.   Squeezing hard so they could both feel the calluses from Alexis’ construction work.  “I’m telling you both, silence or crying means endless verses of ‘Henery The Eighth I am’.”

The phone on Silvia’s desk chirped it’s ring tone.   Sighing heavily, Silvia rose from the couch, leaving the side of the man tied up on it.   She padded over to the desk, pushed the speaker phone button and said “This is Silvia.”

From the phone came a voice Silva knew very well: “Child, please come to my office.”

“Now?” she replied, glancing over at the bound and gagged man.

“Now.” The voice said and then the call disconnected. 

Silvia frowned at the phone and then turned her frown at the man.   She then strode over to the man and reached behind his head to unlatch the ball gag.  “I’m sorry, sweet man, but duty calls” she told him, as she set the gag on side table and picked up her set of safety scissors to cut the bindings holding his wrists and ankles.  

She didn’t want to keep the voice waiting and the knots would take too long.

Leaving the man to get fully out of the ropes, Silvia went to her closet and put on a green Kimmo and left the room, closing her office door behind her.   Hurrying down the hall, her bare feet making no noise on the carpet, she tapped on the door to the office next to hers and entered without waiting for a reply.

Once in the office, she saw the owner of the voice sitting at the bank of monitors that kept track of everything that went on in The Club.   The ebony face of Madam Webb turned toward Silvia and greeted her with a tight smile.    The smile faded some when Webb looked Silvia over from head to toe.   Locking eyes, the perplexity changed to questioning with a raised single eyebrow.

“I was engaged, Ma’am.” Silvia explained while she curtsied and approached Webb the managing partner of The Club. 

Madam Webb grunted and turned her attention back to the monitors.    “I’m sorry to interrupt your playtime, child, but I thought this is something you should see.”  Webb pointed at one of the monitors and then rolled her chair back so Silvia could take a closer look at the image displayed there.

Silvia walked over to the monitors and peered at the one Webb had indicated.   It was the outside camera covering the front door of The Club.   Standing there, looking straight at the camera was someone Silvia had been looking for, for some time.  

“Sarah”, Madam Webb’s voice floated from behind Silvia.

Silvia stared at the screen for a few seconds, puckering her lips in and out, then she picked up the phone to her ear and pushed a button.  Barely two rings whirred before a voice said “Yes?”

“Asheer, Please escort the lady at the front door over to Alexis.  I’ll be there in two minutes.   I’ll take responsibility for her”

Asheer’s simply replied “Yes, M’Lady” and disconnected.

Putting the phone down and turning, Silvia leaned on the edge of the desk.  She ran her hand through her hair and over her face and glanced over to Webb.   She saw Webb giving her a concerned look of sympathy.    Silvia dropped her hands and shook her head. “No,” she told her friend and Mentor, “I need to do this.”    With this final declaration, left the room to head back to her own office.

My current Avatar I made many a month ago.

Deal with it

Yes this is really me.   

Yes, I disappeared for no apparent reason. 

No I don't wish to discuss it.

Save for this:

Thank you for those that reached out to me to check on how I was doing. 

That meant a great deal to me!

The rest I do not wish to discuss.

I will say I did miss the friends I have made here and look forward to renewing those that deserve it

Others, not so much.

Be Wary of Which You Gaze

Sometimes it Gazes Back......

         I am shamelessly thieving this challenge from another blogger, because I think it would be               much more fun to see everyone's possible response.  

         So the idea is to name what it is you would like to taste most directly off your Lover's body

My Answer:

Sweat

I don't know what is going on with me today.

I can't seem to connect to anything going on around me.   Am I too emotionally exhausted from yesterday's writing, cuz there is another story burbling in my brain but does not want to come out.  

There is a sub I might like to write on here but nothing witty is at my fingertips to start a conversation with.  Plus there is a detail that concerns me.   

My card games are off.   But part of that is FUCKING MORONS for partners in Spades.  

Even my solitaire is not working.    

It is days like this I need to force a subbie to all fours,  grab her shoulders and stuff myself in a hole and pump til I can pull out and finish up with my load on her back.   Then throw a towel on her and tell her to clean herself up. 

And it isn't even 10 am yet.

Fuck

Matt lay dying in his bed.

As he looked around his room,  he knew his time was short.    Sure he knew he could have gone into the hospital and eked out a few more days, maybe weeks.   But here, this was his world, his things, his home.   Here he could bask in past glories.  Momentos from old friends.   Memories of conquests, deserved and not so deserved.     The scent of his darling Silva.

Oh how he loved her!   Other's said how unfair his sickness was.   What Matt thought was unfair was the limited amount of time he got to spend in her life.  His mind replayed the first time he met her in that coffee shop.   She was so scared looking and could not look at him.    Even then Matt wanted to take her in his arms and hold her tight.     

She was so new to the lifestyle and wanted so much to be a part of it!  Her emails and phone calls told him how much she needed the lifestyle and, Matt thought then, it would either scare the crap out of her or she would be a shining star.   So he took a chance and met with her.

As the old cliche goes: the rest is history.    As the weeks turned into months and turned into years, Silvia learned as much as she could.   And all that time, he became more and more enchanted.   Silvia went from protege' to submissive to slave under his watchful eye.    She learned and craved more.   

Tears fell from Matt's eyes over those memories.   Oh how she learned and oh how she craved.

But now his story was at an end.   He could teach her no more.   Not that she needed more, but the time was too short for any more of his teachings.    Matt's only regret was not being there to see the real woman Silvia would become.

He knew Silvia didn't need a protector.   She was strong enough to defend herself, but Matt wanted her to continue to grow within the lifestyle.   He wanted to to bloom, as the rose she was.   But that would take nurturing and that meant someone to tend her.  Someone to be there because he could not be.

Matt's attention came back to the room from hearing a knock at the bedroom door.  "Come" he said, grinning to himself.  Too much Star Trek.  

The door opened and there was his shining triumph coming into the room.   Silvia approached the side of the bed and knelt down.   Always in proper form, Matt thought to himself.   Just like I taught her.  "Madam Webb is here, Master", Silvia said with a slight frown.   She was worried visitors would wear Matt out.  "She says you sent for Her."

"Yes, my Dear.   She and I have things to discuss, before the final sun sets."  Matt struggled to sit upright and then felt Silvia's firm but gentle hands help ease him along the way.   She fluffed pillows behind his back and groomed his hair that had become dislodged from moving.   With delft movements, Silvia got Matt properly situated and then nodded to herself before returned to her position next to the bed.

Matt waved his fingers at Silvia and told her to fetch Webb in.  "Yes Master", Silvia replied and regained her feet and left the room, looking back only once to make sure everything was alright and closing the door behind her.   Matt barely had time to organize his thoughts when there was a knock at the door again.

This time there was a startling looking woman with long black hair  who entered.   She carried herself with every bit of grace as her office of manager of Söt­­ëria, The Club they both belonged to.   Madam Webb's skin, every bit as dark as her hair, was mostly covered with a red satin dress. Scarlet being her favorite color.

She walked over to the side of the bed, Silvia following close behind.  Webb leaned down and took one of Matt's hands in her's,  and asked "How are you doing, Mathew?"   Then she looked back, as she felt a chair slide behind her knees.   Webb smiled at Silvia for the service.  

"I'm dying, Cynthia.  But otherwise ok."  Matt grinned as much as he could at Webb.   They both knew their relationship was built on a no bullshit edict, established years and years ago.  Webb released a small gaffa and then gave Matt a mock stern look.  "None of that now!   You didn't call me here to tell me you were dying.    What do you need from me?"

Matt shifted his eyes from Webb's face to that of Silvia.   "My Dear,"  Matt almost sighed, ' Cynthia and I have a bit to discuss in private.   Please return to your kitchen duties and She will fetch you back when we are done."

"Yes Master.   Mistress."  Silvia bowed to each one and then retreated quietly from the room, closing the door behind her.

Webb looked back at Matt after watching Silvia leave, grasping his hand again with both of hers.   "It's about Silvia, isn't it Mathew"  Webb stated, not asking.  "We both know your will will provide for her.    She get's this house, your money, even your share of The Club.   What have we not covered for her?   She will be in pain for awhile but she can handle herself.  She is as smart as she is beautiful".

Matt shook his head as much as he could, lying there on the pillows.   "She needs instruction.   She needs guidance.  Someone to take up her leash."   Webb's eyes widened at Matt's words.  "But I'm......I'm  not the Domme for her!" Webb exclaimed.  "She  respects me as much as any of the Elders, except you!   But she and I have no connection.   There is nothing but dead air between us.   You know this, you Wombat."

This time it was Matt's turn to laugh.    He carried on for a few seconds before it turned into a slight cough.   Shaking his head again at the offer of glass of water, Matt continued.  "I wasn't thinking of you, Cynthia.   There is someone else who should take my place as Silvia's lead.   Someone I can trust with her.    Someone who I have done wrong and hope they can forgive me enough to take up this task".

Webb let go of Matt's and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms.  Then she simply stated "Sarah."

Matt closed his eyes and nodded.

For awhile Matt was motionless.   His breathing shallowed.   Webb wondered if he had fallen asleep when Matt popped his eyes open and asked her to get some paper and a pen from the desk.   She retrieved the needed articles as well as a large book for Matt to write on.    Holding the book steady, Webb watched as Matt wrote a few lines on the paper and then folded it as carefully as he could.

"Please give this to Silvia at my service. Not before.   And tell her.....I'm sorry.  But it is better this way."

With that, Matt leaned back in the pillows and shut his eyes for the final time.