First Act Of Service

A brief credit : Miss Persephone; You have been such an educator in this world. Your expertise is truly appreciated and humbly received.

"Of course, Mistress Kyrie" Andrea said dropping to her knees slowly as bidden. This was her first act in service, her first step on a path that she wished to explore. She knew the journey would be long and perhaps formidable. She looked up past long, almost tailored legs. Her gaze was received with a smile from where her Mistress reclined in her chair.

"Andrea," came the soft and sure voice "tell me, what do you wish?"

Andrea remained silent for a moment not knowing how to answer.

"Andrea, there is no wrong answer. Your own desires are important. You need to communicate this to me. What do you wish?"

Andrea looked up again. Kyrie was smiling at her sweetly. There was none of the trappings that she had been warned about. This was so much different than what she had been led to believe it would be. The obvious answer was 'to please you, Mistress'; but she thought better. Andrea was being asked what She wished. This was not about subservience, it was about a joining. It was not about belonging to Kyrie but with Kyrie.

"To find pleasure in pleasing you, Mistress Kyrie. To explore this world though you and with you."

"Andrea, that could not have made me happier. Please, indulge yourself as we have spoken of."

A lump formed in Andrea's throat. This. This was about to happen. The pounding of her heart was only defeated by the audible rushing of blood in her ears. What she wanted was in her grasp and it excited her. It terrified her.

Leaning down Andrea kissed the top of Mistress Kyrie's perfectly manicured right foot at the ankle. Her nose took in jasmine and honeysuckle oils. She desperately suppressed her urge to pounce on Kyrie and ravage her. This was a journey and not a race. Her intoxication was palpable to herself but if she wanted to embrace this world she needed to follow the guideposts set out. A babe in the woods, a fledgling fawn; she knew she must first learn to walk in the forest before she could run freely.

Another kiss, only slightly above the fist. Staying slow, staying measured.

"Very good, Little One." came Kyrie's smooth voice.

Andrea shuddered slightly at that, not realizing how much she craved that praise until it was received. She felt a weight lifted from her. A measure of comfort. Freedom.

She recalled what Kyrie had told her. "This was about pleasure. This as not about subservience or degradation. Never denial but delay, a build to a magnificence."

Mindful of a wavering voice she chose silence and continued upwards. Kissing her Mistresses leg slowly, taking time to admire the artistry that crafted such beauty; long and silken. Muscled slightly as the ankle flowed smoothly into a defined calf. Cupping Kyrie's knee, sliding a hand around the bend she looked up at her Mistress and smiled.

He smile was met with Kyrie's own. There was a moment between them; a communicated understanding and deep care. This was not as the warnings and the fear mongering that Andrea had encountered in her early exploration. This was what she had been seeking.

"Tripe" had Kyrie called it with some degree of bitterness. "Demonizing what was out of the norm."

Andrea could not agree more. Especially when she was in this moment. She felt pleasure in this simple act. It was of service, of surrender. But what she felt was more a boundless trust. Andrea placed another kiss upon the crown of Kyrie's knee and stayed there, closing her eyes and savoring this for a long moment. She again inhaled the scented oils and melted as Kyrie stroked her hair with some affection.

Andrea found her Mistresses thigh unmarked, satin to her lips. Kyrie let out a noise of approval somewhere between a purr and a moan that caused Andrea to purse her lips rather than bite them. Caressing the outside of Kyrie's splendid thigh she slowly kissed the delicate inner flesh. Moving slowly inward and upward to the delight of her Mistress.

"Yes, so lovely, My Little One. But aren't you a Treasure."

Andrea paused, the lump in her throat returning. Inches from obvious pleasure she desired, breathing quietly to herself. Calm and measured, she told herself again.

She moved up, suppressing a smile, remembering an early afternoon with her lover Kyrie. Before this idea was discussed of a change in their relationship. Andrea could tell that Kyrie, for all of her control was clearly excited. She was happy for that. Pleasing her was important. Not for the direction to do it but for the joy of it.

So Andrea did not touch what was in front of her, she Mistresses eager sex. She breathed out slowly letting warm breath bathe her. Taking time to kiss her thighs at the bend and not touch her directly. Kyrie was trembling a little at her attentions and she began stroking her hair with one hand. Not to force or guide but to encourage.

On porcelain flesh, Andrea kissed. Nibbled and licked; she was in a mind to please her Mistress. Magnificence; the word purred in her memory in Kyrie's voice.

She could tell Kyrie was trying not to squirm. She could tell her Mistress was pleased with her. With Kyrie's clean and sooth flesh in front of her Andreas tongue touched her briefly and gently. Kyrie stifled her moan into a sigh. Andrea smiled a little more openly now and began tracing her tongue along sensitive lips exhaling hot breath through her open mouth.

Rapid breathing was the voice of Mistress Kyrie's approval.

Andreas fingertip finding Kyrie's swollen bead produced a gasp. Both of her hands were in Andreas hair now, fingers adrift with slow tremors. Never pulling but clear with desire. Andrea felt a wave of pleasure herself and her tongue found Kyrie's clitoris; not in her own lust found in contentment.

Fingers sliding inside of Kyrie joining this harmony Andrea was nearly overwhelmed by her taste, the scent and the passion of her Mistress. He hair has held now in gentle handfuls with the first waves of bliss that Kyrie was enjoying. Her fingers, delicate and careful explored Kyrie to both their pleasure. Quiet moaning came again from her Mistress again and again much to both of their delight. She found Kyrie's thighs around her neck; her hands in Andrea's hair, now not so gently. And she loved it.

Andrea knew the moment had arrived to surprise Kyrie. Smiling to herself Andrea curled her now two fingers fingers skyward, deep inside.

Her Mistress was saying something, but with the focus and her ears deliciously trapped Andrea missed the words. They were being repeated and repeated as Kyrie was practically singing them. Her shaking was the counterpoint to that symphony. With a finality, she screamed them in crescendo, almost in prayer;

"Seadh, tha, mo Ionmhas Beag!"

Andrea slowed her touch, gently and easily relaxing Kyrie but not releasing her. Gently guiding her back to a calmer state and providing her a soft place to land.

Soon she was cradled in Kyrie's arms, head resting against Her Mistresses chest listening to her strong heartbeat. Contented and not wanting to move but so deathly curious. She looked up as Kyrie was smiling down at her. She melted again.

"Mistress Kyrie? What were you saying? It wasn't English. I didn't recognize it at all."

Kyrie looked at her with softness and kissed her tenderly. "It was Gaelic, my Little Treasure" Her smile turned a little mischievous. "Don't worry, my love. I'm going to teach it to you in such a way you will learn to adore its poetry."