Copyright © 2001 Patrick, a.k.a. LrningDom, a.k.a. PoohBer621 All Rights Reserved
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"Yes, my sweet Christy... you are indeed beautiful..." and oh how beautiful she was, kneeling there in front of the St. Andrew's Cross. The candlelight reflected off her auburn hair, and the bone-colored chemise that blended with her skin. Candlelight that flickered and danced, sending invitations to partake of that which was already mine to enjoy. "It's time," I said, gently placing the burgundy leather scene collar on her neck, taking full possession of my loving submissive wife. "You are now my Christy-cat, here to serve and please me." Most times when I did this, I mentally took a second, marveling at my luck at finding this lovely and loving creature in my life. Tonight was different, though. She had been withdrawn the last two days, as though something serious was on her mind. It was time to find out what was going on.
"I serve and obey, Sir Douglas," she replied. The formality told me the unspoken words of her mind were important. Normally she called me "my sir" or "my love" at this point, and no reference to my name was ever necessary. "You are my love, my pleasure, my Dominant. I am completely yours." Then her eyes closed, a wisp of a smile on her face as it lowered. I stepped closer and gently caressed her face. Then I lifted up on the spaghetti straps of her chemise, removing the last shell and revealing all of her physical beauty.
"Turn around, little cat, and face the cross." She slowly wiggled, and was soon kneeling on her same small pillow, facing the large wooden "X" that had seen many lusty and loving moments between us over three years of marriage and four years of sensual play. I then moved a much larger pillow behind her, 30 inches square, dark brown and very thick. Taking my flogger in one hand, I gently ran the leather falls up her spine, from the small of her back to the base of her neck. Very, very slowly, I pulled it over her right shoulder, letting each individual fall of leather drop to her supple B-cup breast. Back up and over the shoulder, slowly behind her neck, then over the left shoulder, again slowly falling onto her breast. I heard my little cat relaxing, literally purring at the feel of the leather on her skin. Soon, I told myself, soon.
Now, to start low. I took a blade of leather in each hand, running one up the inside of each leg to the edge of her pleasure portal. I knew some Dominants and Masters who had pierced and even locked this entry to their subs/slaves. They called it a sign of love, or a sign of devotion. I refused to do this, partly because I disliked piercings, but even more, because I knew my Christy-cat. She needed no outside lock to keep anyone else out; I was the only one she would allow to enter there. I twirled the leather tips on the outside edges of her doorway, seeing and feeling her shudder and sigh. It won't be much longer, I told myself.
Chapter 02
I let go of the leather tips and took the flogger in one hand. I gently let the leather tresses sway, tapping against her womanhood. "Now, my little slut, lie back." With my other arm behind her, she slowly lay down on the large brown pillow, the flogger falls covering her gateway. I slowly pulled the flogger up her body, the fingertips of my left hand gliding over her right breast. Soon the leather was gliding through the valley between her supple mountains. Before I could do my next enticement, she spoke.
"Sir, I need your hands, please". This was the signal I was expecting... but not this soon. I knew she was ready and earnest.... but not to this degree. I put the flogger aside, put my left hand flat on her forehead, and my right hand between her breasts. "Sir... my mind... my heart... everything they control and contain... are fully yours."
"Your mind and heart are fully mine, Christy-Cat... my wife... my sub... my slut. Everything they contain and control now belongs to me. All the barriers are gone. I am your Dominant, you are my sub." I leaned down and sealed the pact with a soft, sensuous kiss on her lips. It was earlier than I expected, but now I knew -- there would be no holding back of whatever secrets she had. I reached down with my right hand and caressed her womanhood, running my fingers through her fur.
"Tell me," I whispered in her ear, "tell me what is on your mind. Remember, there is nothing to fear from Truth." I increased my actions on her vulva, rubbing a little harder and gently pulling on some pubic hairs. "And now, there is nothing between us... but Truth."
"Sir... Oh God... I don't know how to tell you. Last week, when I met Marjorie... for lunch... that wasn't completely true."
"Tell me, Christy-cat, what you did not tell me then. Did you meet someone besides Marjorie?"