"Discomfort is inevitable, it's the one thing in life we can count on. It's key to the journey. Always hiding behind every corner in life. At times there will be places to run, but you'll never escape it. Self-control is the power of mastering your own mind. Taking those discomforts and directing them towards something positive, instead of letting them take over you. Once we understand the things we do and do not have control over, we can begin to heal and relinquish all that doesn't matter. Self-control is self-love. Respect. You deserve that, Princess. Everyone does." He kisses my forehead and I feel like the most special girl in the world. I really am since I'm his. "Before you can conquer and master another's mind, you must master your own." My Master's wise words replay in my head as I take in my little mouse that kneels naked at my feet with an eager need to please.
She looks up at me with eyes of false innocence. I suddenly understand why my Master always grows instantly hard when I'm on my knees for him. There's a rush of power as she begs silently for me to wreck her. She's relinquished control and trusts me with the ultimate gift of her submission.
I fidget nervously with the hem of the oversized tshirt I stole from my Master as it brushes over the top of my thighs. I find him seated in a chair in the dark corner watching us like prey. He's the real one in charge, and we are both at his mercy. His dominant energy can be felt throughout the room, and it motivates me. I want to please him and make him proud.
He nods with the slightest of smiles and I turn back to the gorgeous woman in front of me. She is the perfect opposite of me in every way. A balance of light to my darkness. Prim and proper to my edginess and chaos. She screams pink and ditsy even in the nude silence. She's the shy mouse to my black cat.
Mine.
Her straight hair flows over her perfect, full breast, the ends teasing her erect nipples. My mouth waters with the need to taste her tanned flesh between my teeth. Suck and tease until she's wet and needy. Begging me to allow her to cum.
A slight twinge of nervousness shows its face, and I take a few deep breaths in and out. I touch the collar around my neck and find comfort in the symbolism. Glancing another look in Master's direction I melt into calmness at the reassuring wink he gives me. He's so perfect and I do hope I make him proud.
I kneel in front of my pet, the familiar position helping center my nerves. I'm instantly appalled by the look of confusion she gives me. She's questioning my actions. And that's not acceptable. I cock my head to the side and lift my brows. "Is there a problem?" I ask with a bit more authority in my voice than I intended.
My dominance is established because she lowers her prideful head. "No Ma'am." She replies. Her voice angelic.
"Good girl." I whisper into her ear earning a soft moan. The small gift fuels me. I need to give more. Take more. My submission and dominance blursvlines as the sound travels down my spine. Instantly I become a mess in my own arousal.
Resting my hands on my thighs I lean forward and press my lips to hers. They're plump and soft, and just what I imagined. Our tongues dance slowly as we explore each other's mouths. Any nervousness I was feeling has since faded and my body is buzzing. My hand finds its way to the small space between her collar and jaw, and I deepen the kiss.
Our moans mix like the perfect melody as our song carries throughout the room. My self control is instantly tested when I hear my Master's groan. It's almost too much between them both. I may spontaneously combust.
Against everything my body is yearning for, I break the kiss. We stare breathlessly at the other and I am in complete awe at how she makes my body come to life in new ways. The need to take control and guide her feels just as natural as my need to serve and submit to my Master.
Her eyes are glazed over and I smell her arousal. "Who do you belong to?" I ask.
"You, my Goddess." She says with pride.
"Good girl." I praise. My hand makes its way between her legs, and I dip a finger into her wetness like I'm dipping into a honey pot. Her body relaxes as she sighs in pleasure. "Who does this cunt belong to?"
"You, my Goddess." She says breathlessly setting off my autonomous sensory response breaking my body out in goosebumps. She has an effect on me, but nothing compared to the power of my Master's voice. He can stop me in my tracks and make everyone else disappear with a simple whisper in my ear. A weakness he uses against me far too often.
I bring my hand to my mouth and suck my finger clean. The taste of her makes me moan. Her honey takes over my sense of smell and taste, and she is suddenly everywhere. for a split second I almost forget my place and purpose. Although I want to melt into a puddle on the floor and await my next order from my Master, I must set aside my own needs and remember I'm the one in control. I give the orders right now.
For months we stayed away from anything physical as we talked and got into our own dynamic with the guidance of my Master. I guided her and gave her a safe place to discover what exactly it was that she wanted. Encouraging her as she grew into the best version of herself.
I stand once again and glance upon her with pride. She's mine and I can't be prouder of the woman she has become. Her submission is woven into her veins just as mine is. She isn't a masochist that finds blissful pleasure in pain like I do, but she does enjoy degradation and what I call vanilla punishments.
"What is it that you desire my little mouse?" I speak to her like one would a child as I bend down and pinch her cheek. The spot instantly turns a shade of blush red.
"I want to taste and please you Ma'am." She answers proudly. "Make you feel good." Her hands press together like she's about to pray. "Can I please touch you Ma'am? Prove to you how good I can make you feel?"
