As you seemed to enjoy my first foray into how my mind works on a kinky level, I thought I'd bring Night Two out for a spin. I do hope you enjoy!
Blessings,
Calendar Girl
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Scheherazade, Night Two
.....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.
Gathering up the long, red curls at the base of her neck, He pulled firmly, but without pain. In the mirror He could see her from the back. If He looked straight down, He could see His faithful servant giving her best.... eyes lowered, hands holding tight to the One she obeyed. Feeling the wetness of her mouth, the heat coming off of her body, and smelling the rose oil she wore for a fragrance, He tilted His head back and let His little submissive pleasure Him. The two of them together made the world melt away; their bond was exceptionally deep. She'd come to Him eagerly, but so delicate and skittish. She had grown a fearlessness with His guidance; He'd shown her how moral and trustworthy He was, and once those principles were understood, the flower that she was really opened. It angered Him that other men had toyed with something so unique, and that their gritty hands reached inside of her to do her harm. Unconditional love is a wonderful concept, and perhaps they'd both be able to give that in the future, but He had suffered hurts and His own anguish. She worked daily to show Him how her love could allow Him to trust again, and that the two of them were invincible as a pair. His efforts to show her how honorable He was allowed her to give things she didn't even know she had. On the other side, her blind trust in Him; her willingness to be shaped and taught let Him open the door to His heart for her to enter. They each held such power over the other, yet neither would use that power to harm the other. The dichotomy of D/s was being played out daily, and it was beautiful to be a part of.
Pulling a little harder at her hair, He pulled her mouth away and waited for her to lift her eyes to Him. The blue-green of her eyes fringed by the long dark lashes rested on His eyes and the small smile at the corner of her lips made Him smile as well. Bringing her to her feet, He rubbed some of the saliva at the bottom of her chin across her jawline with His thumb, kissed her lips firmly then pulled her into His broad chest. Burrowing her head into the shirt on His chest, she wrapped her arms tightly around Him and breathed deeply. It was a contented sigh, but it was filled with heat and need. His own need spoke to Him, but here is where He stopped for the time being. As He readjusted His slacks and belt, His submissive turned her face up and pouted a little at Him. He was not annoyed at her for doing this, but returned His expression to something a little more stern, cupped her jaw with His right hand then firmly pressed His thumb onto the pouting lips.
'It is time for you to get dressed. We are done here' He spoke firmly to her.
Kissing her forehead, giving her another firm gaze, then turning away from her to get a drink of water He heard her quickly taking off the lingerie and putting the knee length sundress He'd laid out for her this morning back over her head. While she was putting her feet back into the tall wedges she'd fallen in love with last month, she began neatly folding the garments she'd tried on, made a quick pass over her hair with her hands while returning to His side, then picked up the bottle of water on the table. She'd seen the glass getting low and the deep desire in her to serve her Master was always alerting her to things He might want or need. She was happy and smiling next to Him; content to just be near Him. Her happiness meant she was feeling His own happiness. One fed the other. Smiling a little, He checked His watch and held the glass out for her to fill at the same time.
As if on cue, the saleswoman came in as He checked the time, and asked if there were any questions or needs.
'Please wrap both sets up for me. We're done here for today. Thank you.' He said, held out His elbow for His submissive then walked her out of the dressing room. As they walked slowly, He began softly asking her what she liked about the afternoon, pointed out a few garments expertly displayed on store mannequins, and enjoyed conversing with her as they waited for the purchases to be boxed.
In the beginning, she'd been very unsure of when to speak. In her efforts to be respectful, she'd gone to an opposite extreme and began to close down a little. This was all quite new to her, and that could be maddening for Him, but she always worked to learn and adapt. He valued her mind, and she had a stinging wit. When He decided to take her as His submissive, He'd done so because she was desirable as she was. Her internal workings were attuned to His own... they shared a sense of justice and morality. He liked that she giggled when she spoke, and that she never tried to hide her happiness. After making love one night, He held her close in His arms as they drifted off to sleep. As He stroked her hair, He told her that He didn't want to change her. His job was to enhance the woman she was, not break her down. When He said this to her, He could hear something in her mind shift. She was an information gatherer. She loved rules and knowing them. There were simply areas where she didn't have all of the information needed, and those were areas where the struggle was most obvious. Feeling her shifting mentally reflected the good work He was doing with and for her.
Now she happily chatted with Him, playfully commented on a few more pieces of lingerie then quieted when they headed to the register. As business was being conducted, she rested her head against His right arm. Her left arm was draped through the crook in His elbow and she let her right hand idly play with the skirt of her dress. He knew how grateful she was for His excellent provision, and her ability to not have any concern in this area made her infinite trust in Him expand. She hummed lightly under her breath, payed attention to what was going on around her, was genuinely grateful and appreciative. Her trust in Him gave off an air of serenity. Serenity that had been attained by His care.
Gathering the shiny black bag containing the tiny boxes filled with lingerie, they left the store. He opened the door wide for her, then stepped into the sunshine with her. She had plucked His sunglasses out of the case in her purse already, and handing them to Him she asked 'Master, are you hungry'?
'I am' He said, pulled open the passenger door of His car and let her settle in. Walking around the back of the car, He placed the black bag into the trunk, opened His own car door and started the car.
'Would you like me to go to the store now, or later' she asked.
'I have some work to do. I will drive us home, then you may go to the grocery store while I work'. He said as He pulled away from the curb.
'As you wish' she smiled up to Him, then began to softly sing with the radio station.
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