Hello, I am Master of your domain (Moyd to my friends), the proud Master of my submissive, jewel. We are partners in a loving D/s relationship. As a part of jewel's daily commands and activities, she keeps a journal filled with her thoughts, lessons learned, fears, insights, anxieties and some fantasies she has about us. In reading these, I realized that she has a beautiful gift in her writing. I feel she brilliantly captures the internal struggle that a submissive undergoes. It wasn't long before she started writing stories for me, each one more exciting and hotter than the last. I thought, 'I have to share her talent', so I instructed her to write a story to be shared with you all. I trust that you will find in it the pleasure I do in her gift. Enjoy this story and be on the look out for more of her work in the future. Until next time, Moyd.
Journey into Submission - The Meeting
Ruby paused and almost turned around, free massage or no, at the posh chrome and wood front door of the spa. “Don’t be shy, love.” An amused male voice spoke over her left shoulder as a masculine arm reached by her and opened the door.
She risked a quick glance upward before hurrying through the open door. The man was big, 6’3 or 4”, she guessed, with dark hair cut short. She had the impression of dark, intense eyes, a black goatee and casual clothes consisting of an open-necked shirt, khaki shorts and casual shoes.
Ruby cursed the blush she could feel heating her cheeks as she preceded him into the foyer and took herself quietly to task for her unexpected reaction to this stranger. She moved aside, hoping he would take the hint and pass her by as she tried to get her bearings while appearing to know where she was going.
He glanced at her, the smile lingering around his mouth though his dark eyes were serious, bold. His look sharpened, swept over her in a thorough evaluation and he gave a little nod as though he had confirmed something to his satisfaction. Ruby felt his perusal to the core. She wanted to fidget, to run her hands over her fine, flyaway hair and straighten her shirt. She fought herself still, tilted her chin a little and raised her brows in question. Without a word, he took her by the elbow and led her to the reception desk.
He put his hands on her shoulders and she felt the heat of them, the possession of them, to her toes. He stood just behind her, a solid presence and so close she could smell his scent. “Jenn here will be glad to help you, won’t you Jenn?”
And then he was striding away through double glass doors. Hesitantly, Ruby dug the gift certificate out of her purse and showed it to the receptionist. “I called earlier for an appointment. I have this certificate for a massage—“
A series of chic young women passed Ruby along until she found herself undressing in a small room that smelled of sandalwood. She should just go home, she told herself. As wonderfully thoughtful as her friend Diane’s gift had been, Ruby was not the kind of woman who liked strangers putting their hands on her, or seeing her body’s faults, come to that. Especially this group of pretty, hard-bodied young women. Ruby sighed and stood before the mirror for an objective look at her naked self. There was just so…much of her, she thought. She had never fit the feminine ideal of beauty; her hips were too wide, her abdomen too soft, and her breasts much too large. With another sigh, she lay face down on the massage table and draped a towel over her butt. She just wanted to get this over with so Diane would stop nagging her. There was a soft knock on the door and it opened to reveal a man –and not just any man--but the one from the front door. “Oh!” Ruby stared at him in shocked horror, half rising from the table before she remembered she was naked. “W..what are you doing here?” she managed to get out, hastily laying flat again. He gave her a slow smile as he moved into the room and closed the door with a sharp click. “I am your masseuse.” For a heart-stopping instant, Ruby thought he’d said ‘I am your Master’ and her body vibrated with a leap of emotion so strong it stole her breath. It only took her a moment more to understand what he had truly said but she could not shake the effect. Somehow it never occurred to her that the masseuse might be male. That he was this male – a man to whom she was inexplicably drawn -- brought hot blushes to Ruby’s cheeks as she searched wildly for another towel, her shirt, anything that would allow her to cover herself and escape. She half rose from the table and he laid his big hand on her shoulder. His touch was warm, his hand callused and though he did not grab her, there was no mistaking the pressure he used to halt her flight. “For today,” he said, “Call me AJ.” “I’m sorry, but there’s been a mistake.” Ruby babbled, “I will have to reschedule.”
He squatted down in front of her. That, combined with the gentle pressure on her shoulder, eased Ruby back down on the table. She stared down into his face and wondered – briefly – why she felt so attracted to this stranger. “I won’t hurt you. Think of me,” he said his voice low and soft, “like a doctor and don’t be embarrassed, dear. Relax.” It was the kind of smooth soft voice one uses to gentle a skittish animal, Ruby thought. Nervously, she tried again to rise “I really can’t stay,” “It will be all right, Ruby.” He said firmly, his dark eyes catching and holding hers. “Let me give you a scalp massage,” as he spoke, he stood and spread a flannel sheet over her. “It would be such a shame to leave without ANY massage after you have come this far. It will be my treat so you can use your certificate later, ok? Roll over, please.” He sat himself on a stool at the head of the table and waited. Blushing, Ruby clutched at the flannel sheet and rolled over. She noticed distractedly that there was a shiny silver mobile above the table that shimmered and caught the light. “Good girl,” his voice was warm with approval as he gently slid his fingers against her scalp and began the massage. “I want you to watch the mobile, Ruby.” He continued in that smooth voice, “concentrate on it and relax.” There was no denying that his fingers worked magic on her scalp. She had to fight to keep from groaning at the pleasure. AJ talked in that soft calm voice as he worked. “Relax..that’s it. Concentrate on my voice and watch the little silver sun and let your body sink boneless on the table…My hands are pulling the tension out of you…you feel warm and safe.” And remarkably…they were and she did. He continued to speak softly but Ruby no longer troubled to make out the words. And then: “You have beautiful hair, so fine and soft. You are a natural blonde, aren’t you?” “Yes.” Her voice sounded far away and slurred. “Tell me why you don’t want to stay for a massage.”
A woman started talking and Ruby listened with dreamy detachment as the woman explained why her body embarrassed her with its exaggerated curves and soft valleys; how her ex-husband had ridiculed her lush shape. Ruby smiled, thinking that she and the speaker had a lot in common. Sometime during the speech, the flannel sheet slowly disappeared until Ruby lay completely naked upon the table. “You are quite wrong, you know. You are a little beauty.”
She blinked and found that AJ was no longer seated on the stool at her head, but standing at her left, smiling down at her. He squirted lotion into his hands and rubbed them together. “Roll over, Ruby and let me show you your beauty.”
A voice in her head seemed to be very sure that she should not obey him. This voice insisted that Ruby get up from the table immediately and leave. She rolled over, instead. “That’s my girl.” AJ said approvingly. The voice in Ruby’s head sneered that she was long past girlhood but the rush of pleasure accompanying his praise swiftly drowned it out. Then AJ’s warm hands started massaging her shoulder. “Your skin is so soft,” he murmured, stroking her gently, his hands deft and knowing; finding the tight spots in her shoulders and working them out, “like silk and satin.” “Oh.” She said. “Feel good?” “Ohhhhh, yes.” AJ chuckled, “It will feel even better soon.” He worked swiftly, surely on her shoulders and down her arms until Ruby felt like limp spaghetti. It was wonderful. His hands were so warm and strong and sure on her as he worked down her back: first deep in the muscle and then softly stroking her skin. Naively, Ruby thought that he would bypass her ass. It was therefore a distinct shock to feel his hands slide over it with loving thoroughness. “Relax.” He soothed, fondling her, then “Oh sweetheart, you have a luscious ass.”
He massaged it long and well but when he drizzled lotion into the crack of her ass and started working it in, Ruby’s inner voice went into megaphone-mode. Yet all that came out was… “What a lovely whimper.” AJ seemed pleased and murmured, “Spread your legs, little darling. Yes. That’s right.”
After a brief moment, he began to massage her thighs, starting high and stroking ever closer to her sex. As his big fingers at last stroked over it, he said with warm satisfaction, “Good girl, you are wet.”
Ruby was confused. Her inner voice was screaming that THIS was not a normal massage, yet her conscious mind seemed not to care. And clearly her body liked very much what AJ was doing to her. He worked his way down her legs to her feet and gave her the most delicious foot massage she had ever had.
Her confusion was replaced by relaxed bliss. AJ murmured, “Now roll over and look up at the mobile, baby. That’s my good girl.”
Obeying the slight pressure of his hand on her hip, Ruby did as he instructed. His dark eyes gleamed as he stared at her naked form. “You are so beautiful, sweet Ruby.”
