4- Intermission.
She was still sleeping deeply when I awoke. I was able to move out from beneath her without waking her, then stood watching her sleep like a child.
I went to make a coffee, then some plans. There were a number of choices to be made, the first one to do with the coming evening. I put on my robe, then some mellow morning music while the croissants were warming, to help the thought processes. The sun was streaming onto my table as I set it, a lovely day was stretched ahead.
By the time I was ready to wake her, a plan had formed and I was clear on how to proceed. The fruit salad was glistening in the bowl, orange, mango, banana and kiwifruit, with her favourite yoghurt on the side and the juice with the most pulp. While I was in charge of her food, she would have chosen this. The split croissants smelt gorgeous, the fresh home -made boysenberry jam was ready and my second coffee was waiting.
I gently pulled back the covers and opened the curtains. The warm sun on her bare skin soon had the desired effect and she began to move and stretch. The dried fluids on her thighs and the red marks on her rear reminded me of the night we had spent. I loved to see her move. She returned to consciousness slowly, then sat upright quickly when she saw me, her eyes went low and hands went behind her.
'Enough of that for now, honey, come and have some breakfast with me.' I led her through to the kitchen and held out a chair for her to sit on. She gestured to the stool she had used the night before, with a question in her eyes. 'No, not this morning, dear. You have time out from those games for a while, though you will not wear clothes today, and polite behaviour is still expected. You will be back on your stool soon enough.'
She sat on the chilly wooden seat carefully, then sat upright and waited for me to sit. She was lovely, with a slim waist, long neck and perfect breasts. A man would be crazy to give up any opportunity to enjoy her. The glint of metal in one nipple was the only clue to her dark tastes.
She mixed the yoghurt with her fruit and waited until I began mine, whereupon she fell on her bowl like a (vegetarian) wolf. A few minutes later she was finished, with a flake of croissant pastry on her lower lip and a dab of yoghurt on her breast. I offered her coffee which she happily accepted. As I filled her mug I scooped the yoghurt onto a fingertip, which I then licked. Her tongue darted to catch the crumb, leaving her lip glistening.
'Please answer me honestly, my dear. There is a further step coming in your future here, so I need your feelings to be clear to me. Will you do this?' She nodded, though her eyes stayed down. 'Please look at me and speak out- this is not the time to be submissive'. My voice was only a little firm, yet she reacted sharply.
'Yes, of course Sir, I will speak from my heart'. Her deep brown eyes looked frankly into mine.
'Are you still happy with your choice to come and be mine this weekend? You have experienced pain and my control of your body, will you continue with that choice? There are three alternatives open to you, to continue as we have started and follow where that leads, by my choice. The next option is to renegotiate our weekend- to set some limits of my use and control of you, while the third choice is that I return your clothing and you leave. This is a true choice, open to you now'. As I spoke, her face was showing a number of emotions but settled on a wistful asymmetry when she responded.
'Last night was the most intense of my life, Sir. I think there is no going back to a 'normal' life for me now. If you send me away I will have to find someone to replace you, yet they will never compare well to you. To leave now would disappoint me forever. If I was to ask to renegotiate, it would be to treat me less gently- the pain was minor and the pleasure I gained beyond it was immense. Your belt opened my senses for greater intensity. I did not like it, yet would ask for you to take me further down that path- I trust you to handle me safely. I have my safe words should I need them.
'If that is all you wanted to know, Sir, please may I visit the bathroom and then return as your slave? Thank you for the breakfast, and for the chance to make the choice.' She walked out of the room at my wave, and soon I could hear the water running at length as she washed herself. While she was doing this I cleared away the breakfast things and emptied the dishwasher from last night. The coffee and juice were working their magic on my bladder so I went towards the bathroom.
She was moist and glowing from the wash and dropped to her knees as I entered. 'I have filled your bath, Sir. I would ask to wash you.'
'Fine idea, my girl, but first I need to piss', and I moved to use the toilet. She came with me, and knelt again as I stood.
'May I hold you as you do this, please?' and she reached out to take my cock in her soft hand.as I opened my robe. It was half –hard and I feared that it would be difficult to focus on my main task. She held it lightly throughout the process, shook it lightly, took the last drop on her fingertip then licked it. She stood and reached up to take my robe from me. I stepped into the warm water and felt it flow up and over my body.
She lathered her hands and began to caress my body-chest, back neck and face, slowly and lovingly. She lifted each arm, began at the fingers and progressed steadily at my armpits, something between a massage and a wash. Her hands explored my crotch, carefully and lovingly treating each facet of my equipment, then she carefully explored between my buttocks, gently cleaning me. She leaned me forward and worked up my back, until she was gently massaging my neck.
