Early in the evening, all alone again. The silence in the house should be soothing, instead I'm restless. The tick tocking of the alarm clock beside to my bed reminding me of how slow time moves. The shower relaxed me a bit, but I still feel as if I am lost; searching for some undefined meaning. I shake my head thinking to myself 'This is silly, you are a grown woman, just because you haven't spoken to Him in two days doesn't mean its the end of the world syndie', I sigh. My eyes fall onto His gift to me, I light it. Watching for a moment as the wick burns, the flame rising. Removing my robe, placing it on the hook on the back of the door; collapsing onto my bed in absolute boredom. The aroma of eucalyptus, powerful, filling the bedroom. The light from the candle casts an odd duel shadow on my wall, like two lovers despairing to be closer; I can relate. I miss Him .
Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes for what feels like an eternity. A chill encircles me , my nipples harden; His scent overpowers the candle. I can feel Him, His fingers tracing a thin line down my smooth skin. His breath warm on my face, His eyes burning into my soul. I shiver, this can not be imagined. He moves deftly across my skin, scarcely touching me, I attempt to open my eyes, realizing I am cloaked in darkness; 'the blindfold, but how?' I think to myself, a unpretentious smirk forms on my lips. The plush fabric of the blindfold feels so comforting over my tired eyes. I lift my arms above my head, stretching with feline elegance. His strong hands grip my delicate wrists, keeping me motionless as His lips press to mine. His tongue seeks its mate, entwining with such intensity, such reckless desire, it bewilders me.
Abruptly, he pulls away. The dresser draw slides open, listening as he rummages through my many intimacies. Softly giggling at the hushed melody he is devilishly humming. He is close again.
Leather encircles my wrists; the familiarity of the cuffs intensifying the reality. "Master, are you really here?", I ask delicately. The only reply is that of the summer night breeze outside the window, whispering through the trees. I listen, straining for a sign. Nothing. My arms tug at the cuffs, almost expecting them not to be there anymore, I'm confined. My mind reels, nervously shifting on the cool sheets beneath me.
His hands on me again, holding me at rest. His fingers lightly kneading into my silky thighs, parting them so gradually its not until they are spread as wide as they can be that I even notice. His fingers drift down my calves massaging my freshly-shaven skin. Bringing both feet in His hands, elevating my long legs. Tender lips kiss my painted toes, just for a moment, each one in sequence. He lowers them. At once I feel the cuffs around my ankles, my breath quickens as they are fastened.
