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She spent all day preparing, long soaking bubble bath, shaving all areas
except those she had been told not to, washing hair, lotioning
her body so it would be silky for HIM....her Sir...who was
arriving later. She had her instructions and as time drew near,
she could feel her herself tense up...worried if she could
follow directions, checking lipstick, feeling the knots in her
stomach tighten with each hour....
She
reflected what lead up to this...the years of friendship,
closeness, sharing. The overpowering sense of surprise and
passion the first time they got together, fitting perfectly,
completing each other on so many different levels. Loving the
feel of his hands on her body, his lips taking possession of her
mouth, the smack of his hand on her ass or the taste of herself
on his fingers. Willing
to let him do anything he wanted to her because of the trust she
had in him.
The
phone rang, she felt her body respond in anticipation, she
answered, and Sir said, i am 5 minutes away....be ready. She
freshened up the lipstick, put on the heels, and started
pacing....The doorbell rang! She jumped out of her skin, took a
deep breath, stripped off the chemise she was wearing, hid
behind the door and opened it... peaking around and seeing his
dear face as he walked thru the door. As he walked in, she
closed the door, waited for him to put his things down, and
walked into his open arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and
whispered "hello Sir"....smiling as he kissed her.
She
fixed him his drink, put on the chemise as he instructed, and
they visited for awhile as he unwound from his drive. He then
said...time for the bedroom; he following her in, watching the
way she walked and moved. She stripped off the chemise again,
and he took her in his arms, kissing her, running his hands over
her body which was becoming his. He backed her to the bed, and
guided her to lay down, removing the heels; glancing at the
table next to the bed. As instructed, the bowl of water, new
razor, shaving cream, lotion and towel were there in preparation
for him. He stroked her, and inspected His body, proceeding to
shave his submissive, not once, but 3 times. It was one of the
most erotic experiences she had ever felt, emotionally or
physically. To be that exposed and vulnerable to her
Sir...feeling safe, secure, cherished and adored...
Laughter
and conversation then dressing, they went out to dinner
then back to the house. She wanted to lick his fingers clean at
the restaurant, but instead, they talked, laughed, eyes meeting
and smiling secret smiles...then went back home where candles
were lite, drinks made, watching TV, kissing as tongues entwined
in the dance....feeling each others lips, hands, breath,
heartbeats. Turning off everything, they went to bed, becoming
one with sweet abandon. Feeling him loving her, making love to
her, feeling her Sir possess her and take over mind heart and
soul...they finally fell into exhausted sleep, bodies entwined.
Safe...
She
wears his marks with pride and honor...wanting nothing but to
please him and be the best she can be representing him in any
facet of life they chose.
Waking
early enough, she slid out of bed as the alarm went off. Making
coffee and packing, getting things together for the great
adventure camping. About an hour later she woke up her SIR....so
he could drink coffee at leisure, wake up, pack the car and get
her ready for the trip.
She
wore shorts and a tank top - he attached his collar and nip
clamps telling her to wear them till they arrived at the
destination. They double checked the house and things to go,
then left for 3 days away from the world...He drove, she read
the directions and was navigator, listening to music, chatting
and just enjoying each others company. About 1 1/2 hours later,
she had to ask Sir if she could remove the clamps as her nips
were now starting to shoot pain. He, being nice said yes
and she breathed a sigh of relief. They stopped for lunch and
coffee, and she wore the collar, unembarrassed by it...feeling
content just to be with him.
They
finally arrived at the campgrounds and she watched as he set up
camp. Then came trying to fix "the dinner from hell"
as Sir called it since the grill wasn't working the way he
wanted. They laughed alot, and eventually ate something as it
got darker. Sir light a fire in the pit and they sat together
watching the flames. A couple of guys from the next site
came over to drink, and chat for a minute, and while Sir played
host, she sat where he left her, with HIS Collar very visible in
the moonlight and flames, feeling totally content and at peace.
When
the fire died out, it was bedtime and they retired to the tent,
where there was joy, yet punishment and tears, and joy again,
where they slept in peace and contentment.
The
next morning, they slept in, drank coffee, and just vegged.
Eventually Sir decided to fish in the river and she sat on the
bank watching, taking pictures of the scenery, including
him....eventually going back to the tent to be One again.
No
phones, no interruptions...just the 2 of them, as she gave Sir a
massage and they did what was very natural and loving for them.
They drove into a small town for dinner and sightseeing, then
drove back to camp to light the fire pit and watch arm in arm,
snuggling. Once again to retire to the tent and their time
together.
During
the night, it stormed and so... in the morning, some things were
packed or moved to different areas to start drying out. They
went back into town for coffee then got back to camp, and broke
it up, packing and getting everything done before it started to
rain again. He
enjoyed watching her read the maps for the best way to return,
and they discussed options for the return drive.
They
arrived back at her place, where they unpacked her things, she
fixed dinner, they relaxed to watch TV, Sir went online as her,
or watched over her shoulder at the conversations for awhile,
but neither really cared about anything other than each other.
One mind, One thought, One heart...for the moment anyway..
She
drew Sir a bubble bath, and let him relax, washing him,
touching him gently, sensually with her hands and the
water....then toweling him dry, kissing him in the most intimate
way, leading him to the bed, not leaving her Sir till
he returned from DomSpace... then she went to finish preparing
herself, and shutting down the house for the night. Sir started
his favorite activities, then, due to interruptions he punished
her bringing on tears, and then loving her calming her down and
teaching her the lesson he wanted her to learn about at that
moment. Sir also used a knife and marked her/HIS body with
his initial, many, many times and places. At that moment, she
truly became his in all senses of the word...at least if Sir
decided he wanted her that way.
When
Sir left in the morning to return to his life...he took with
him...her heart, her mind and the part of her soul she could
share. She...never to be the same again but feeling so much joy,
peace and contentment...Not knowing if they would ever be the
way they were again....
She
loved her Sir...unconditionally...with no regrets or
recriminations...
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