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."
