After our first night together you sleep for twelve hours exhausted, content.
You find me outside in the sun and hover by the tent flaps, wrapped in a throw, too self conscious to step outside although we are alone. Your face is a whirlpool of discontent,
"Good afternoon, Kitten. Have you slept well?"
You close your eyes, take a deep breath. Your hands shake as you pull the sheet tight across you.
"Let the sheet fall, Kitten. I want to see what's mine." And you do, without hesitation, "So fucking beautiful, "I say half to myself.
I hold out my hand and you run to me, falling to your knees and grasp me tight as you press your face to my lap rubbing against me like a cat. I stroke your hair, waiting for you to calm down. Eventually you're able to speak,
"I was so frightened, Mistress."
"Why?" although I know.
You cling to me and whisper into my lap already soaked with your tears,
"Thought you'd left me...gone..."
"That will never happen. I am always here. You are my responsibility and my delight. Climb up. I want to kiss you."
A deep sigh and you settle across my thighs, bending your head into the crook of my neck. I tease your nipples as I speak, ignoring your squirming although, in days to come you will learn soon enough that behaviour like this will be followed by severe punishment. I haven't told you the rules yet so I say nothing and pull you close. I turn your head, gaze lovingly into your bottomless eyes and part your lips with my tongue. You gasp and shift in my arms as our swollen lips search each other. I pull away.
"Your first lesson, concubine, is that whenever I kiss you will always kiss me back with all your being. Open your mouth to me – give yourself for this is how we are joined, through our breath. If, however, I command you to keep still, you are not permitted to kiss any part of me, including my lips without express permission. I am your Mistress - soon enough you will come to know what I expect of you without words."
"How will I know?" You gaze at me adoringly, your eyes beg for me to kiss you again.
"It will be your vocation to find that out. All you will think about is me and my pleasure. I am your Mistress."
I take a pastry from the table, break a piece, hold it between my lips then lean in to your mouth so you can take it. You giggle as a crumb falls to your pert breasts. I resist the temptation to remove it with my tongue and instead I break off another piece. This time your mouth is open, ready for me to feed you.
"I am everything to you." I state as I hand you a cup of juice. I slide my hands across your breast again as you drink, listening to you gulp watching your tiny feet twitch as I speak. So much to learn. I will revel in your training.
"Hold the last mouthful." I say. I take the glass away and pull your mouth to me again, drinking from you, sucking on your fruity flesh, pulling relentlessly until I hear a loud moan.
I remove my lips; take a deep breath, "Did I hurt you?"
Your eyes are downcast and I marvel at your pretty lashes as they blink away the tears.