This story is dedicated to my Master/husband. Part of it is the reality from the last time he came home and part of it is what I hope will happen this time. I hope you like it.
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I awoke that day much like any other, sighing as looked over and saw the empty side of the bed. I don't know why I keep looking over at his side of the bed, it had been empty for the last year, and yet I keep waking up hoping to see him there. This was not the first time I had had to endure a year long separation from my Master. He had been to Iraq before, but I just never seem to get use to the idea of him not being there when I wake up, staring down at me the way I sometimes found him, first thing in the morning, a playful and loving smile filling his green eyes.
I sighed again and turned over feeling the tears prick the back of my eyes. Then it hit me. Today was the day. I had received a phone call in the early morning hours, my mind still groggy from sleep. Ian is coming home today. My Master, my Husband, my Soldier, would be in my arms by night fall.
I threw back the covers and hurled myself out of bed. I had so much to do today, and yet it would not be enough to keep the clock from inching it's way to 7pm, the time when I was suppose to leave to get a seat in the packed gym, that the soldiers would be coming into. I went to the bathroom and dressed quickly, brushing my teeth and hair in a fury. With that done I ran downstairs and put the dog out and began cleaning the house. After all my Master had enough to punish me for over the last year, why add a messy house to it.
I turned on some music and set about doing my morning rituals of tea and vitamins, feeding the dog and unloading the dishwasher. Once that was done I did the rest of my chores, perhaps more quickly then I should have, seeing as I had to make them last through the day to make the time go faster. By noon the house was spotless, Gypsy, our dog had been washed, and everything was in order. All I needed to do was take a shower and pull out the outfit I had planned on wearing to the small ceremony.
I sat down on the couch and stared at the wall, thinking back on how Ian and I had met. I had still married to my first husband, and was miserable. My life had consisted of volatile beatings and brutal rapes by Marcius and his friends, and of course putting up with my best friend Cara sleeping with Marcius. That had been going on since my wedding night. But what else could I expect, not too many men found me very attractive. I was close to 6' tall and had a very German build, I had been overweight most of my life, my hair color varying from white blond (my natural color) and blood red. The only saving graces I had always had were my eyes which were a startlingly pale silver blue, my pale creamy skin, my full firm lips (lips made for sucking dick I have been told), my long well muscled legs, and my fairly large tits.
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But I digress, so how did I meet Ian and capture his heart? Well that is an interesting story in and of itself. Cara had been working at the local music/book story in our small town called Hastings. And Ian had just happened to come in to buy a role-playing book, something I was seriously into since my own life was a misery to live. She knew I was always looking for new players in our Dungeons and Dragons games, and thought he might make an interesting addition. So she sent him to my apartment. She called me 10 minutes before he got there to tell me she had sent him over, saying after talking to him she found out he had worked at wal-mart with my then husband, Marcius. I of course was furious with her as I hated people coming over without some kind of warning to allow me to straighten up my home. I spent the next 10 minutes rushing around cleaning and vacuuming my apartment, trying to make the shoddy surroundings look somewhat decent.
By the time he finally got there I was sitting outside on the steps with Marcius smoking a cigarette, trying to remind him of who Ian was. He pulled up and got out of the car and I was floored. It wasn't that he was every girls fantasy, far from it. He was a little nerdy looking, with black hair and glasses, but there was something about him. He had an air of not only innocence but there was also the quiet Dominance about him, the same kind my father had always had. He walked up with a smile on his face and greeted Marcius and I. He and Marcius talked for a few minutes about when he had worked at wal-mart and I could only stare at him.
My heart pounded in my chest and I found it hard to breath. His green eyes occasionally found their way over to me and I felt myself blush each time they did. I felt giddy as a school girl when he started talking to me, so giddy in fact that I couldn't keep myself from babbling. But he seemed to take it all in stride smiling and speaking in that deep quiet voice of his.
Marcius eventually went to bed (he worked the graveyard shift stocking shelves) and I was left alone with Ian. We sat and talked for a little while, planning when the best times for him to come over would be, then he looked at the clock and said he had to go get some sleep before work. He also worked a graveyard shift but at a hotel.
I said goodbye to him and was left standing on the porch staring after his car feeling my world crash down around me. I knew at that moment I was already falling in love with him.
Ian came over pretty much every day after that, my feelings for him growing more and more everyday. I knew he only saw me as a friend, but I couldn't help but be in love with him. We spent many an afternoon gaming, or watching movies (my head resting in his lap), or just walking on the trails up to the radio tower behind my apartment. Finally one day I decided I had to take action. He had been laying on the couch, not feeling well for some reason, and I had just gotten finished spoon feeding him the tomato soup I had made him. I knelt next to the couch stroking his hair and looking into his eyes.
"Ian?" I asked my voice barely more then a whisper.
"Yes?" he asked looking up at me.
"What would you do if one of your female friends ever kissed you?" I nearly choked on the words trying to get them out.
"I don't know. It has never happened, so I couldn't say." he said with a smile as he closed his eyes.
I decided to take the chance. He opened his eyes as I started to lean down. We locked eyes and I pressed my lips gently into his. We held that innocent gentle pressing of the lips for maybe 3 or 4 seconds, although at the time it had felt like an eternity. Finally he pushed me back. All I could do was touch my lips feeling the fading fire that had begun racing through my body from that one brief, innocent kiss. He looked at me for a moment then suggested a walk.
