Do you ever find yourself trying to catalogue a scent, so you can hold onto it forever?
...Vanilla musk; the fragrant smokiness when you burn Cedar wood; clean linen.... And overlying it all, the darker, deeper, pungent smell of sweat and sex, worming their way inside you and pulling on all your soft spots ... and finally something more underneath...
I suck in a deep breath to chase that last elusive smell, and slowly wake up to find my face buried between Ryan's shoulders.
As I open my eyes there's this fuzzy feeling that I'm forgetting something else, and then I move ... and freeze as I feel another body rub against me.
Oh. OH.
A happy warmth suffuses me as I realise it wasn't a dream. Dear god, none of those exquisite moments were a dream.
I sneak a glance at them sleeping. The bed sheets have slipped and I have an 'all-access pass' to admire the strong muscles of Ryan's back as they slope toward his gorgeous ass, and a glimpse of Master Colin's soft cock nestled against his cum-crusted balls.
I don't know how long I sit there enjoying this perfect moment of vulnerability, so at odds with everything we did last night. A pleasurable shiver passes over me as I remember that cock buried in my ass; that ass clenching in satisfaction at being cum-filled by this other cock; and all those hands giving me pleasurable torment. A soft shiver ripples through me before I can stop myself. I suspect if I were to look in the mirror right now, I'd have a stupid smile all over my flushed face.
As I start to move self-consciously, every brush of skin against skin is driving me crazy. I want to shake them awake and beg them to fuck me again; and at the same time I don't want to shatter this beautiful stillness. I hold my breath for a moment until the lustful madness subsides. The call of nature is the only thing that's finally able to drag me out of that bed.
I'm so distracted remembering last night that I'm on my way back from the bathroom when I finally remember that something woke me up: a knock at the front door. Shit. I rush quickly before they knock again and wake everyone up.
I'm swinging the front door open before I remember I'm very naked and what we did last night is quite literally still painted on my skin. My brain is still trying to formulate a good enough excuse to explain my appearance when I realise the person at the door is wearing his very best birthday suit as well.
I stare stupidly at a butt naked Elliott, bathed in early morning sunlight like some messenger from the gods. I give myself a visible shake. Jesus, I think last night fucked the sense right out of me.
He whistles in appreciation as he looks me up and down, "Had a fun night I see?"
His grin is wicked as he knowingly scans every inch of my body. I flush red from head to toe as he steps closer and caresses a particularly prominent love-bite on my neck.
"Did you enjoy my husband fucking you last night? Seems like he enjoyed the taste of you."
His brown eyes are playful; he's enjoying pushing me off balance. He's so close I can smell his aftershave, and feel the heat coming off of his toned body. I'm so flustered I don't know what to do; I feel like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
Elliott laughs in delight, "Oh dear, you have it bad, Fluffy. I'm not sure you're going to be able to escape this trap," he whispers cryptically in my ear as he tugs playfully at my collar, pulling me towards the kitchen.
I stumble after him in a daze, still half convinced I'm hallucinating all of this; except for the fact that I'm acutely aware of the dry cum pulling on my skin in all sorts of awkward places. I don't have to look in the mirror to know my hair is a bird's nest, and every inch of me smells of sex. Oh my god, I wonder if there are rope marks on my skin? I glance surreptitiously down to check, and bump into Elliott's warm back.
With a knowing laugh, Elliott eventually relents on the teasing and pushes me to sit down while he bustles around the kitchen getting us both some coffee. With great effort, I pull my thoughts from the growing realisation of what I did last night, and try to distract myself by focusing on Elliott.
It's really weird... and yet at the same time not... seeing Elliott walking around naked, completely comfortable as I check out his toned body and cock flopping about as he walks. My eyes drift to his collar and I find myself mindlessly running my fingers over its cousin wrapped around my neck.
"How does it feel?" He says sitting down beside me, pushing a cup of coffee across the table. He doesn't have to qualify what he's talking about as his eyes follow my hand.
I blush as I reply, "Fucking incredible. Transcendent... addictive... confusing," I end helplessly.
His quiet chuckle tells me he knows exactly what I'm talking about. So we sit there for a while, each lost in our own thoughts, although I suspect Elliott's thoughts are more relaxed than my own churning emotions.
My body is slowly waking up and cataloguing all the new aches and pains, some in places I didn't even know I had muscles in! I'm starting to freak out BIG time. Pain is your body's way of warning you when you've reached your limit or you're doing something dangerous. In the light of day the choices I made yesterday seem ludicrous to my rational mind.
I blush in embarrassment as I remember begging Master Colin - Elliott's husband! - to fuck my ass. Elliott looks up at me in curiosity as he sees me turn bright red, and I have to bury my face in my coffee, I'm too mortified to look him in the eye.
And then there was the crying at the end; I want to curl up into a ball as I think about what Ryan and Master Colin think about me. I bite my lower lip anxiously, and dig my nails into my palm to pull myself together.
"Do you want some friendly advice?" Elliott says nonchalantly.
I nod hopefully.
"Stop thinking so much."
I can't help but snort at that. Ryan loves to say that to me all the time, and it pisses me off so much. It's the most pointless thing to say to someone who lives to think.
Elliott puts on a melodramatic expression and adds, "The youth of today never listen to great advice from their elders. Always think they know the answers... fucking smartasses," he adds lightly as an after-thought.
I can't help but laugh at his tone, and he seems satisfied that he's managed to pull me back from the edge a bit.
"Elliott."
He looks at me, his face open, neutral and without judgement. I take a deep breath and then say quickly, "Do you mind if I ask you some questions about ..." I wave my hands around expansively, "...all this."
"Sure, fire away," he says, taking a sip of his coffee, distracted for a moment with something past me. I barely know Elliott but something about him is so calming; I feel like I can talk to him about anything.
"How long have you been... a slave," I swallow after I say the word. "And did you start out with Master Colin that way or after you got married?"
Elliott has a thoughtful look on his face as he reminisces, "A submissive for about 18 years; of that, I was a full-time slave to my now husband for almost 13 years; married for 10 of those years in November."
My eyebrows shoot up as I realise he's been in the lifestyle for the equivalent of more than half my life! God I feel so young and naïve.
It seems he shares the sentiment; Elliott groans, "That look on your face makes me feel old. How old are you?"
"Twenty-three," I say grudgingly. I hate talking about my age in the context of sex, you always get that surprised look that wonders what's wrong with you that you haven't had sex yet. Well at least that chip on my shoulder can finally be put to rest. In every way.
However, he doesn't react as I expect, and instead gets a wistful look, "Ahh my twenties... fuck I made a lot of stupid choices. Fun though," he says with a cheeky grin.
He can see I'm desperate to know more so he rolls his eyes and says, "The story is much more mundane to describe. I went looking for cock in all the wrong places. I fell madly in love with a guy who was into the lifestyle. He took me along to a BDSM club and I was hooked.
"I remember seeing a woman tied to the St Andrews cross getting whipped and the expression on her face was something I wanted to know for myself. I stayed in that relationship for a while until I realised the guy I was with was an asshole who just used the lifestyle to take his bad personality out on others. I enjoy being a submissive, not a punching bag. So I ditched his abusive ass and hopped from Dominant to Dominant until I found the perfect fit - Him."
The love shining out of Elliott's eyes is hard to miss, and I feel a bit of that warmth shine on me just from being near him.
Which is why I'm completely railroaded when he asks without preamble, "So tell me about last night. Start with the thing worrying you the most."
I stare at him for a moment before burying my face back in my coffee cup and mumbling, "Is it ... normal to cry after... umm... after a ... session?" I pause for a moment before whispering, "It was one of the most incredible experiences of my life and I don't know why I cried. Is ... is there something wrong with me?" I cringe and I wait for him to judge me.
But his eyes are only thoughtful as they look at me. "Crying is a natural way to release tension and bottled up emotions that are difficult to process. Some of my best sessions have left me sobbing like a baby in Master's arms. And some have left me laughing... or unable to speak for hours. It hits us all differently. As to whether it was the good kind of crying or not... why don't you tell me what happened?"
He stares at me with warm brown eyes and patiently waits for me to trust him. The moment draws out until I finally take a deep breath, and push back the embarrassment of talking about such intimate things.
Haltingly, I start describing the evening, "Master Colin was in the cabin waiting for us..." I don't know why I start so early in the evening, but I feel like I need to explain how awkward and out of my depth I felt, but also how exhilarated I felt as the evening built up.
As I start to talk about getting tied up 'for dessert', my breathing gets more ragged and I can't help but squirm. God, I'm so turned on just remembering it!
Elliott's voice is husky and deep when he asks, "Show me where the rope wrapped around you. Stand up and run your fingers over your skin to show me."
