He hasn't given me a single direction in what feels like an eternity. Life got in the way, for both of us. Sure, we talk, but not about our previous dynamic, our conversations going much deeper and actually taking far more time than they ever did before. All the while I've grown more than a little fond of Him as we've gotten to really know one another. Still, I miss our play sessions, though I don't expect them anymore.
Which is why I'm so surprised when, on a random Wednesday, without preamble or any form of explanation, I receive a simple instruction from Him to go to a very specific and public place, one He knows I frequent, buy my favorite coffee, and wait outside while drinking it for further directions. I am to report to Him when I am there and I have it. My heart is already racing before I even finish reading His message. I don't hesitate to respond with a yes, Master, heading out the door with my keys already in hand as I do. My mind is racing just as quickly with millions of thoughts as to what He has in store for me this time, simultaneously relieved and elated that He's back.
Deep down, I know He never left as I stand with my coffee observing everything and everyone around me. I have already sent Him the message letting Him know that I have completed the task He gave me. It shows as read, but has no response so far. Now all I can do is wait. And wait. Then wait some more.
After no communication from Him for a good while, I begin to assume that perhaps He's been sidelined by life yet again. No matter, I do understand, and maybe the entire purpose was to get me out of my head and the tasks I've been bogged down with to just enjoy being out and having a nice cup of magical bean juice. That's just as well too, though I'm mildly disappointed this interaction didn't lead where I'd hoped. I wander to the edge of the outdoor area of this fine establishment, taking in the city around me and getting lost in my thoughts.
There are people all around, but one man catches my attention. He's rather tall, very handsome, and there's an alluring confidence and grace in the way he moves. When he sees me looking at him, he smiles and nods, and I return the gesture. Then I realize he's walking directly towards me. He stops right in front of me but doesn't say anything. I'm just staring into a pair of brilliant hazel eyes in bewilderment, unsure what to say or do. So I start with a hello as he's smirking down at me in obvious amusement, feeling like the best joke in the world just flew over my head.
He breaks into a gorgeous smile as he says, "Hi, can I just..." he gestures to the trash can behind me with a crumpled bit of something in his hand. I'm instantly mortified, but I don't show it as I laugh, nod, and step aside. I'm so embarrassed that I almost don't catch it, but it niggles in my brain until I do. Wait just a minute here. That voice. I'd know that voice anywhere, at any time.
He's very much in my personal space as he steps in and tosses what he was holding in the bin, but neither of us are paying any attention to that. He's looking down into my wide blue eyes with an intensity I'd only previously been able to guess would be there in real life. "Master," I gasp out on a soft, hitching breath. I can't look away even if I wanted to. I'm in His thrall and always have been. My mind is racing frantically, trying to take every detail of Him in, my nostrils flaring as I inhale His delectable scent, my eyes only opening wider as I note the color of His hair and how soft it looks, His broad shoulders and strong, defined arms that I wish were already around me, just everything about Him. I feel like there's something I should be doing, but no matter how many times I've imagined this moment and how it could happen and play out, I'm at a loss as to what that something is. I stand rooted to the spot, certain that my sandals have begun to fuse with the concrete underneath them, completely frozen like a panicked deer in the headlights.
All this eternity of less than a solid minute, He's been staring down at me with a bemused expression, a sexy smirk on His perfectly shaped lips. That face falls off as if it was never there in a blink, His gaze growing fiercely dark, lethal. His voice drops a full octave as He leans in, His hot breath grazing my ear when He says, "Oh, my dear, stupid little slut, how I've missed playing with you." Desire, molten and heavy, immediately pools deep within me, and my overclocked brain halts without so much as a screech as I fall deep into subspace and deeper still into His beautiful eyes. I just can't stop staring into them, and they get bigger and bigger in my mind, until they're all I can see. The world around me fades away, all its sights and sounds diminishing until they're no longer discernible. I'm falling back into a very familiar place, somewhere only He and I know, and I no longer care about anything but the smooth words washing over my mind like a soft, warm summer rain in His sinfully irresistible voice and the next command He's going to give me. I'm utterly lost to all but Him.
"Two, breathe in.... and out, and one, open your eyes, wiggle your fingers and toes when you can, you're safe, come back to me nice and slow, that's right. Good girl." I come back to awareness somewhere entirely different from where I was before, feeling safe, but also so cherished and cared for. As I open my eyes, I take in the room around me. It's nice, done in shades of cream and light blue, and I realize I'm on a soft, comfy bed. The lights are muted, and the curtains are closed, so I've no idea of the time of day or night it may be. I sense His presence near me well before I feel His hand gently brushing my hair back from my face. Instinctively, I nuzzle my face into His hand, still fairly certain this is all a dream like countless times before. And like every other time, I think to myself that if this is a dream, let me never wake again so I can stay right here, with Him. I sit up, rubbing my eyes as I do, and look around. I need to see Him, to let my eyes absorb every single thing while I have the chance. I see Him sitting on the edge of the bed, His expression warm but otherwise unreadable. My mind must be working overtime in this dream, I've never seen Him in such vivid detail before, and He's so much more and better than I imagined. Some may think that not knowing what someone looks like would allow the imagination to run wild, but for me that was never so with Him. Only knowing the rough strokes, the picture in my mind has always been blurry, like looking through frosted glass. So I'm just gaping at Him like an absolute idiot, waiting to see where the dream takes me next, and nothing happens. For a while. He just sits there, allowing me to look him up and down like a woman lost in the desert may observe a mirage of an icy glass of water. Mmmm, water. I'm suddenly very thirsty, and I think huh, that's new, I've never been thirsty in a dream before.
I get up and find a bottle of water in the small fridge, realizing that this is a hotel room now that I'm looking around it more. I chug the entire bottle, feeling refreshed by it. It strikes me as a bit odd that He's said nothing more since I came to, and it makes me want to lightly bop myself upside the head like hello, is this dream broken? I smile to myself at the thought. I decide to approach Him, walking shyly across the room, unsure of everything, myself most of all. As I get closer, He stands to His full height so I'm looking up, way up, at Him. He grins down at me. "Feeling better, pet?" I nod almost imperceptibly, still feeling painfully shy, though I can't ascertain why. "Good," He says, His hands reaching out to clasp my upper arms as He pulls me into Him. I feel one of those hands slide to the small of my back, pulling me even closer, while the other goes up to the back of my neck, His fingers burying themselves in my hair, His eyes boring into mine all the way to my soul. Fuck, how does He do that? No one has ever slipped through my mask and defenses so damned easily. Not only am I in awe of it, but it's also disconcerting as hell.
It doesn't even take a few seconds for my old, familiar reactions to Him to kick in. I'm staring into His eyes, and I feel myself relax, my lips parting on a soft exhale. His eyes flick to my lips ever so briefly, and mine flutter shut as He moves in and brushes His full, soft lips against mine, the ghost of a kiss eliciting a sigh from me that's cut off when His lips crash into mine, fierce, wild, demanding, and not gentle in the slightest. His hand balls into a fistful of my hair, pulling my head further back sharply, and I moan into His mouth with the small remainder of breath He hasn't stolen. Yet. But as quickly as the kiss began, He breaks it and sets me back from Him a couple of steps. I waver unsteadily, looking up at Him, confused and aroused beyond belief already.
He steps forward and leans down, His voice silky and dangerous in my ear, "Forgetting something, slut? How should you be around someone like me?" He stands back up, looking down at me with an eyebrow arched in expectation. I try to think, my mind still reeling from that kiss. C'mon, self, we know this one, shit. How am I supposed to be around someone like Him? Deliriously happy? Yes, but also no. That's not it. Um, try again. How? Naked, yes, that was part of it. On my knees too, oh yes that's it.
He's getting impatient now, "Do I need to rip them off of you?" I quickly shake my head no and begin peeling my sundress off, kicking out of my sandals, sure He'll be unsurprised that I'm not wearing a stitch underneath. I never told Him so, but whenever He sends me out to do something, I always make sure I'm not wearing any undergarments. It's so deliciously dirty that I get an extra little thrill from it.
His eyes narrow for a split second as He registers my lack of underwear, a devilish smile forming as I sink to my knees in front of Him, lowering my eyes respectfully and waiting. I'm already trembling slightly, my whole being wrapped around one thought only: pleasing Him. "Look at me, pet." I bring my tremulous gaze up to meet His, His height towering over me down here, making me feel small and helpless, at His mercy, where I love to be most. His hand shoots down, grasping me by the jaw and holding me tightly as he lifts my face up farther. "I said fucking look at me, you filthy little whore!" My lip begins to quiver, but my traitorous body betrays me as I feel wetness at the top of my thigh at His words and slightly rough handling. "You've forgotten something else. Where should your hand be? Do I have to tell you everything, you stupid little slut?"
My eyes widen in fear that I've displeased Him, and I scramble desperately to correct it. "No, Master, I'm sorry," I answer as my right hand drops to my pussy, my fingers slipping into my wet folds and rubbing my clit lightly, building my arousal even more. I'm panting softly, my jaw still firmly in His grasp, staring into His eyes, not a thought in my normally expansive mind save making Him happy by doing exactly as He commands me.
