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Cantik -> Contact (3/9/2005 6:52:25 AM)
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The floor is cold. Hotel rooms typically don't have
plush carpeting and this one seems to lack even a
minuscule amount of plush. he's been here for at least
an hour, he's not sure, blindfolds tend to limit his
track of time. he wonders where She is but would never
question. he lies and waits, naked in the middle of
the room. She was here a while ago, he heard Her come
in, move around him, he felt her satisfaction, he
knows She is happy with him for remaining where She
instructed him to be.
It was the second time She came
into the room, the first time She touched him. Her
fingers slightly touched his ankle, drew up to Her
cock, tightened the bindings then traced up along his
chest to his lips. She touched his lips briefly then
was gone. It was heaven, Her first touch, he had
waited so long for it and now longed for Her even
more.
The time seemed to not progress, he was instructed
to stay awake and not move from where She had left
him. he struggled to stay alert, his backside was just
beginning to numb from the cold of the floor, his mind
racing with anticipation that can not be measured with
existing technology. (<grin>) Finally, he hears Her
again at the door, She sounds as though She is
carrying something that She must juggle to open the
door. his first instinct is to help Her but he was
instructed to remain here, he waits.
She opens the door, says nothing, deposits what She
was juggling onto the bed and moves to him. he can
smell Her, Her scent, Her hair, the soap She uses, he
can feel Her eyes on him as he begins to warm. The
cold seems to be magically receding. he waits for Her touch,
needing to feel Her, Her cock responding to Her
presence, he can feel it resisting the tight binding.
he feels Her step to him, Her heel scraping his
chest as She steps across him. The scratch it makes
causes Her cock to twitch, he hopes this pleases Her
and does not disappoint. She is standing over him,
straddling him, he can feel Her on each side, he knows
She is looking at him, he wants to be pleasing to Her
eyes, he longs for Her to touch him.
he is suddenly aware of Her,he can smell Her much
closer now, feel Her warmth, closer than it should be
if She is standing. he realizes that She is crouching
over him. he feels weak, Her sweet scent permeating
him, almost as if it's infusing into him. his lack of
vision has heightened his sense of smell and touch,
his raised skin gives away his desire, he shakes, his
breath accelerates, he licks his lips -Her warmth is
directly above him, he could lick Her if She allowed him.
he feels the air rush down onto him, he knows She
has stood and feels Her moving away from him. She
touches his arm, captures his wrist and pulls. he
moves to rise but is weak from the position and the
cold. She pulls him to a sitting position then moves
around behind him. She traces his shoulders lightly
with her nails then massages them for awhile, he feels
himself warming, anticipating. he can feel the
strength coming back into his body, She has incredible
hands, so soft and yet very strong. She pulls him up
and directs him to his knees with not a word. he knows
where She wants him and She guides him to an all fours
position. She pulls his head up so that he would be
looking forward -if not for his blindfold.
She steps across him again, he can picture Her long
legs straddling him. She rubs one hand all the way up
his back, reaches around and explores his neck. She
caresses his neck softly, feeling/studying every inch.
he can feel Her hair brushing his back, his shoulder.
he knows She is inspecting him closely. He hears a
quiet clatter, then he feels it, She has something
hard in Her 'free' hand. She purposefully brushes it
against his side, bringing it up around to his back.
It feels cold to him, perhaps metal, touching him as
it moves freely almost fluid.
he wonders if he can allow himself to believe that
this could be a collar. T/they have spoken about it a
great deal, shopped for one, and spoken more. he
cannot recall how many She has held up to him, teased
him with, She knows that this is his ultimate
desire...to be owned by Her and to have the collar to
symbolize it.
She stops moving, he begins to wonder what She is
doing when he senses what smells like oil. The he
feels the soft metal as She drags it across his face
then around his neck and toward his back, he can feel
it resting there..in a pile? She moves in front of
him, leaving the cold lump on his back, Her heel
scraping him as She went -did She do that
intentionally? <wink> he shudders as he feels Her
hands brush aside his cheeks just before She removes
his blindfold.
he looks up into Her eyes, his breath is stuck
inside his chest as She looks down on him. She reaches
toward his back, which brings Her close enough for Her
breast to touch his face but he dare not move. he
inhales deeply happy to pull Her scent inside his
lungs and feel Her skin against his. She removes the
cold metal pile from his back and drags it along the
path from which it came to rest on his back moments
ago. She drags it along his face, reaches around his
neck and he feels it extend around his neck as She
pulls it toward Her.
She rises to stand over him, he looks straight, he
does not assume he may follow Her movement. She stands
at the edge of the bed. She directs him to come to
Her, as he turns to crawl to Her on his knees, She
points to where She wants him, directly in front of
Her. he fixes his gaze on that point and places
himself precisely at that location. She reaches down
and pulls his chin up, She bends down so that She is
now only inches from his face and slightly above him.
She places on finger on his lips then draws it away.
She bends down and kisses him, his heart races, his
stomach feel like it's going to leap straight out of
his mouth. As Her lips leave his, She locks Her eyes
onto his and brings the metal up to Her lips and
kisses it. She extends it to him. Not losing Her eyes,
he kisses just as She did then closes his eyes and
lowers his head.
As She secured the collar around his neck, he
soared. he could barely contain himself. Any attempt
to describe the feelings rushing through his body and
his mind would be inconsequential, insignificant and
trivial in comparison to how he truly felt inside.
he is Her devoted slave, Her affectionate charge, he
will do everything She asks, spoken and unspoken for
as long as She will allow him.
She is his educator and disciplinarian, his guardian
and his champion, his proprietress, his Mistress. She
holds his physical and mental being in Her steady
hands and he knows She will shape him to a near
perfection in his service of Her.
All of a sudden She stood, pulled a leash from
behind Her, spilling a container as it came off the
bed. She lashed the leash to his collar and She pulled
him to a standing position on his knees.
"What is that mess on the floor?!" She questioned
abruptly, looking at the spilled contents strewn
about...
...continued...
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