Here is the first in a series I wrote a few years ago..... I just felt like sharing a little bit of my mind fodder with you fabulous people!
Blessings,
Calendar Girl
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Scheherazade - Night One
Standing shyly behind the small dressing rooms' curtain, she cautiously poked her head through the part in the middle and, with lowered eyes, asked 'what would you have me wear Sir'?
He was sitting in a comfortable leather chair that was positioned in the center of a two part, private changing room in a trendy lingerie boutique downtown. There was a small table to His left, and a tall bottle of chilled water and a crystal water goblet were placed on it by one of His favorite saleswomen. He had been to this boutique twice before. He came here to purchase items for His new submissive, but this was the first time she had come with Him. After each previous visit, He sent His submissive the clothing items He'd selected with strict instructions on how He wanted her to photograph herself in them. She had not failed Him in the slightest, and had, in fact tried harder to please Him by adding an artistic element to each assignment. This trip to the boutique was both a lesson and a reward for her; she'd pleased Him, and today He was showing her how she must always trust Him to protect her, and meeting her love of fine and lacy things.
'Are you undressed' Sir asked.
'I am as you commanded, Sir. Yes.' she replied with a blush beginning to form on her pale cheeks.
'Show me.' He said, and she parted the curtains completely.
Master knew how shy His pet was, and He brought her here to help her emerge from her shell. He was teaching her how obedience gave her strength. He was pushing her boundaries by having her stand nude before someone other than Him. He wasn't doing this to shame her.... He was building something beautiful in her by showing her she could be vulnerable in front of others because He was always going to protect her. He could see the goose bumps on her pale arms and thighs, and the shivering was both endearing and sexy. She had just begun serving Him. Her only Master, and though she was highly untrained, she was smart, and so very willing to learn and to please.
'Turn around' He said, and immediately she turned. He could see her face through the reflection in the mirror that stood inside the dressing room. The blush began to spread from her cheeks to her neck. She dutifully kept her arms at her side, but had lowered her gaze and forehead. Her shoulders shuddered. They rose and fell quickly in her tender and nervous state. Rising from the chair that He'd been seated in, He gently took her shoulders in His strong, warm hands, pulled the long, red curls to the side and kissed her warm and damp neck.
'This pleases Me' He said, and the shivering stopped. Immediately her expression changed and the look of adoration for Him from her blue eyes made Him smile.
Returning to the chair, He said nothing further, and His submissive quietly awaited instruction. They watched each other in silence for about 5 minutes; He at her back, she at His face through the mirrors reflection. She was smiling broadly and happily waiting for direction. The saleswoman entered the private room through the red velvet curtains that separated the room from the showroom floor, and carried several sets and styles of lingerie for the submissive to try on. Deftly setting each piece on a rack close to the submissive she began describing the attributes of each set and how they could be worn. Rising again, He selected two sets to begin with and they were then handed off to the submissive. The first set was a beautiful lavender corset with a thong, garter belts sewn in and lavender stockings. The saleswoman handed the submissive the thong and the stockings then began to loosen the ties of the corset for her to put on. The submissive knew how to put on a corset, but needed help with the ties. Wrapping the corset around her waist, she looked at her Sir for permission to speak, then politely asked the saleswoman to stay and help her become presentable. The submissive quickly fastened the busk, then turned her back to the saleswoman and braced herself against a wall. Taking a deep breath in, submissive quickly exhaled and the saleswoman pulled the ties quickly to tightened the stays. Another quick breath in then out, and the stays were tightened again. One last adjustment, and the corset was at its tightest position, ties quickly knotted and then they were alone again.
He could see she felt pretty in the corset. She had a woman's figure; rounded hips and a smaller waist. She was smiling broadly and turning side to side, admiring her reflection and adjusting her breasts so that the cleavage was properly distributed. Standing firmly on her left foot, she bent her right knee, lightly resting the toes on the soft Turkish carpet, and began fastening the garter straps to the tops of the stockings. Three straps on her right leg, then she turned to allow Him to see her fasten the straps on her left leg. Though she looked quite lovely in the corset, He was more attracted to the confidence He'd seen rise to the surface. Under His strength and guidance, she had begun to truly shine from the inside. She stood before Him as a living representation of Dominance and submission. He'd worked hard with her to teach her how best to serve. The love she showed Him was matched only by her desire to learn and please Him.
'Come forward' He commanded, and she took three quick steps toward the chair, pulled her long hair away from her face and stood with her arms up and hands clasped behind her neck. She had learned to stand still and ready when in inspection pose. This pleased Him greatly, and tension began to rise in His groin.
'Turn around' He said, and quickly she turned. She enjoyed dancing, and that skill gave her an air of grace and dignity.
'Face Me' He commanded, and another quick turn brought her back to face Him. 'Arms down, and please walk for me', He said.
Slowly she lowered her arms, rose up on her toes and began to slowly walk away from Him and to the left. She swayed her hips, rested her left hand on her left hip, and lifted the hair up off her back with her right hand. She was in a playful mood.... the corset seemed to have kicked on her sassy nature, and turning like the next top model, she switched hands on hip and hair, then slowly strutted herself back again.
Her heart was pounding so loudly in her chest that she was certain He could hear it over the soft music playing in the dressing room. His commanding gaze was on her... it was focused solely on her, and she felt such pride being His. The pride made her playfulness bubble to the surface, and rather than hiding that little quirk, she let the inner Diva strut the imaginary cat walk. Swinging her hips wide as He liked her to do, she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. The gift of His Dominance was not wasted on her. His guidance had taken her persona and magnified all of the good pieces of it. The more she learned and submitted, the more freedom she felt to be her authentic self. Inside she was witty and sassy, and she gave that part of herself to Him hoping it would bring infinite joy and levity to Him.
'You look lovely my princess' He said quietly.
Standing before Him, she smiled coyly and thanked Him genuinely. He could have any woman He wanted; she was so thrilled He had picked her.
'Please undress, and put the next set on' He stated.
'Sir, I need help with the ties' she humbly said as she unfastened the garter straps, then quickly knelt down before Him with her back close to His knees.
Corsets were lovely things and taking them off had a sensual appeal just as putting them on did. The knot was untied. He pulled at the center strings and the stays began to loosen. Distributing the slack in the ties to the upper and lower portions of the corset, the stays were once again loose enough to undo the busk. Turning quickly to face Him, she rose to her knees, then held her arms out to the side to give Him access to the busk. His warm hands slowly unfastened each hook, then the corset fell to the floor. She knelt quietly in front of Him with her gaze lowered and resting on His knees. Reaching out with His right hand, He lifted her chin, waited for her eyes to lift and meet His, then leaned forward to kiss her tenderly. A deep sigh came from His submissive, and slowly He drew back, offered His hand to help her rise from her knees and nodded in the direction of the dressing room. As she turned away, He gave her a quick slap on her right cheek. Feigning shock, she placed her hand over what would soon be a welt, then bent over to remove the thong and stockings.
Next up was a midnight blue bra and panties set. The dark blue lace over the nude colored lining would give the illusion she wasn't wearing anything but lace. Hurriedly pulling the bikini style bottoms up onto her buttocks and hips, she then reached for the long line bra. It was a beautiful, vintage style set, and she took a quick moment to hold the bra up to the light before putting it on. Once on, the bottom of the bra would rest just below her sternum, and the vintage nod reflected her own sense of vintage flair.
This bra had a unique feature that was a silver zipper in the back. Trying to be self sustaining, the submissive struggled to fasten it behind her back. Sheepishly and embarrassed she asked Sir for help. Three quick steps toward Him again, and she returned to a kneeling position; shoulders back and resting lightly on her heels. There was no room for slouching or half measures in His home, so she didn't give Him any. Leaning forward slightly, He used those warm fingers to zip her up, then placing His hands on each shoulder He turned her around to face Him.
Up she went into inspection mode, and this time she took a step closer to Him allowing her knees to touch His knees. Slowly He ran both hands over her torso, then lightly ran one finger along the inside elastic of the silk panties. A slight moan rose from her throat, and He pinched her playfully saying 'Not a sound'.
His hands on her made the panties warm with desire. With her arms raised and hands behind her neck, she felt both vulnerable and safe. He was here with her. He was her protector, and she believed fully that no harm could come to her while He protected His property. That finger just behind the elastic made a soft sound rise to the surface, and she winced lightly at His pinch of correction. Standing up, He pushed the leather chair back a little with His legs and stood just a few inches away from her. Slowly He circled her, taking in His property. She could see His eyes wander over her through the reflection of several mirrors in the dressing room. The intensity of His gaze increased the intensity of the burn in her crotch, and as His fingers slowly traced the bra cups edges she began to grind her hips a little. It was an unintentional movement; an uncontrollable response to His gifted touch. Once again in front of her, He reached behind her head and grabbed both tiny wrists into one hand, kissed her hard then pushed her into the small dressing area and against the mirror. The heat of His touch and the coldness of the mirror added to the sexual sensations coming to life. He firmly pinned her hands above her head with His right hand, rested His left hand around her neck and roughly pushed her legs apart with a knee.
'You will keep your hands here until I tell you otherwise' He said and she quickly nodded in understanding. He hadn't told her she could speak yet, so she concentrated on communicating with her body. Of course, He knew what she was feeling. He knew exactly what He did to her insides. He worked her over often, and her body responded to His own quite passionately.
Keeping herself pressed against the glass of the mirror, her hands obediently held above her head, He used both hands to cup her breasts. Oh how she loved for Him to cup her breasts! With a small breast in each hand, He pulled the lace away from her left breast and leaned in to kiss the curve of skin. Warm, passionate lips on her skin and her hips began to grind more. Pulling the lace over the right breast aside He leaned in for another sensual kiss then nipped at her white skin leaving an indent from His teeth that would surely result in a bruise the next morning. Kneeling down, placing soft, hot kisses on her skin on the way down, He ran His fingers inside the panties again, but this time slowly pulled them down to her knees.
'Is there anything I can help you with' the saleswoman asked firmly. She had entered the room without the submissive hearing her, and stood next to the chair He'd sat in taking in the scene with both hands clasped in front of her tailored skirt.
'No, thank you' He replied without turning to look at the saleswoman, continuing to place small kisses on her abdomen. The submissive, however, locked eyes with her, and began to blush furiously and tremble.
After the woman left the room, He rose up. With that deep voice of His, He spoke into her ear: 'I am here. You are safe. Return your focus to Me'.
Hearing His loving reminder, she was instantly returned to orbiting Him like the moon orbits the earth. Kissing her deeply again on the lips, He reached up to lower her arms to her side and said 'Touch me'. The passion from the kiss had made her hands feel greedy. Gently, she placed a hand on each side of His face drew Him in closer still, gently biting His lower lip. Groaning softly, He pressed His cock into her through His pants. Leaving her left hand on His cheek, she reached down to stroked His shaft through His pants with her right. Biting her neck, pressing hard into her now, there was no room for her hand to stroke Him, so she wrapped her left arm around His shoulders, pulled forcefully at the back of His head, lifted one leg out of the panties and onto His hip. Feeling that hardness firmly pressed against the need from her box, she pressed harder into Him.... wanting to take Him inside her.
Suddenly, He reached behind her head, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back sharply. Roughly He turned her to face the mirror, released her hair then placed His left arm across her upper body. Using His right arm, He jerked her hips away from the wall, bent her down some then began to unbuckle His pants. 'Do you want this My dirty girl' He growled. Nodding her head as best she could while being shoved up against the mirror, He gave her permission to speak.
'I'll ask again; do you want this My dirty girl'? He growled.
'Yes Master. Please may I have You inside me'? she begged.
'You'll have it when I am ready. On your knees' He barked, and then released the pressure from His arm across her back.
Instantly she was down on her knees and pulling His hardness out of His pants. Opening wide, she took Him fully into her mouth as He'd taught her to. She wasn't new to oral sex, but had asked Him to train her to His specific needs. She took Him deeply. As deeply as she could and used both hands to pull His hips forward. He leaned onto the mirror with His left hand, grabbed the back of her head with His right hand and began to direct her movements.
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