Please read the early chapters that lead up to this one. I wrote this for my Master about three weeks or so after he asked me to accept him as my Master, and I agreed to be his sub. Our D/s relationship is only in the bedroom, though I find that I enjoy deferring to him in little ways that he probably doesn't even notice in our relationship. As someone who is always in charge in my personal and professional life, I find myself becoming softer, more acquiescent in my relationship with J because it is safe to do so. As I wrote this story, I found that it much more closely mirrors what we have between us. It isn't a fantasy of what we might have. It is representative of what our D/s relationship has become--loving and committed. A powerful connection binds us to one another--something neither of us experienced before and didn't expect with one another. We are also very careful to communicate our thoughts, concerns, and needs openly be they of a sexual nature or just life. We are too old to waste time and put up bullshit barriers. So, while our romance is burning hot and it felt like it has moved quickly, we are not jumping into a situation of cohabitation or blending our daily lives together. Why risk blowing it all up when what we have is so good?
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When she emerged from the shower, clean, lotioned and smoothly shaven, she saw he had prepared the underbed restraint system and laid out a selection of tools and toys. She knew then that tonight's session would be longer and more involved than a typical evening. She ran her hands over her breasts, pinching her nipples, then down to her pussy, feeling the bare nakedness of it. It felt soft, warm and ready for her Master's adoration. Tonight there was no ambiguity: she would be his slave and his Imzadi, and he would be her Sir and her Master.
He entered the bedroom then and smiled at her. He saw her hand cupping his pussy and knew she was assessing her readiness for him. He loved how she strove to please him with her appearance, from the scent of her hair to her smooth hairless body, her dark eyes and toned thighs.
He pulled her to him, kissing her deeply while running his hands over her bottom before stepping back and looking into her eyes. "Take your anal jewel and wear it for me, Imzadi," he told her, and she complied, inserting it with the help of a little lubricant. "Good girl, now lie on your back in the center of the bed for me. " he commanded. As she settled into place for him, he deftly restrained her wrists and ankles, then brushed her nipples with his finger tips before running them over her belly to her pussy and thighs. Her skin tingled where his fingers touched and she arched up to meet him, longing for a firmer hand. He took his crop and without breaking her gaze, brushed it over her body, slowly, gently, from her lips and cheek, down her neck and breast, belly and pussy, thighs, calves and feet. She gasped with desire and he could see her arousal in her eyes.
"I love you, my Master," she whispered.
"I love you, my Imzadi," he replied, leaning over to kiss her, tasting, nibbling, licking her hungry lips.
He backed up, and pulled his shirt over his head. She watched him strip himself naked, enjoying his lack of self consciousness and the sight of his strong biceps, the chest she loved so well when he held her close and she could feel his soft hair and warm skin against her. She watched her cock spring free from his underwear and could see his arousal. He was hard, he deeply desired her and she was filled with satisfaction and a sense of power that she did this to him.
"While I shower, Imzadi, I want you to think about how I will love you tonight. I want you to wonder how I will make love to my body tonight, my nipples, my lips, my pussy, my bottom, my ass. You are mine, Imzadi. You belong to me." As he said these words, looking her in the eye, she felt that connection between them start to build. She submitted, he accepted her gift and returned it to her with a strength and forcefulness that left her trembling with lust and love.
Master blindfolded her and left her there, bound and sightless. She lay still, listening as he entered the bathroom. She heard him turn on the shower and step in. She turned her head from side to side, opened her eyes wide to test the effectiveness of the blindfold. All she saw was a glint of light at the edges. She tested the restraints on her wrists and ankles, assessing her range of movement. It was minimal. A little give in the arms, a little more in the legs allowing her to bend her knees slightly and spread her legs just a little. She lay back, relaxing her head on the pillow and did as her Master expected---contemplating the evening ahead, anticipating his touch, his tongue, his crop and paddle, his lips. Her lips. Her cock. Her fingers and tongue and hands. He belonged to her as much as she belonged to him, and they both knew it.
She noticed the shower had ceased, and heard her Master at the sink, shaving. Her pussy contracted, reminding her of the anal jewel filling her ass, and her breath quickened knowing he would soon be entering the room. What would their session bring tonight? She knew she could expect to be well cropped, paddled, fucked. Would he take his mouth? His ass? Whatever he wanted, she would give him. She would never deny him the use of his body. When she accepted the anal jewel she knew it meant that he possessed her entirely during these times of play. Whenever they were together in this way, whenever they made love, it was up to him to decide what that would entail. She felt content and calm as she waited, completely trusting her Master to take care of her body and soul, always.
She felt him enter the room. She couldn't see a thing, but felt the air around her displace, smelled his fresh clean scent, the aftershave, the shampoo. As she visualized him, naked, looking at her, he touched her softly on the cheek, running his hands over her shoulder and down her arm to her hand, holding it gently as he leaned over to kiss her lips and whisper, "You are beautiful, Imzadi. I love you so much. I can't believe how much I desire you. " She shivered as his breath touched her face, and she replied, "I love you, too, my Master."
"No pronouns tonight, Imzadi, I will discipline you if you forget." He reminded her.
"Yes, Sir" she replied.
"Tonight you will call me Master, Imzadi. Don't forget that."
"Yes, my Master." She replied.
"Remember, Imzadi, when you feel the crop, when you feel the paddle, that I am doing this for your pleasure, your arousal." He ran his hands over his breasts, cupping them, pinching his nipples, stroking his stomach, running his fingers over his pussy lips, spreading them and feeling her wetness.
She spread her legs just a little, pushing herself against his hand. "Imzadi understands, Master, and thanks you for knowing what she needs."
