Just a taste of my newly published book. Tell me what you think.
My body isn’t entirely mine anymore, the very thought of you sends spikes of pleasure through me with no thought of time or place. I have had to train myself not to think of you, though not always easy. As the bath fills behind me, I find myself staring in the mirror, running my hands down a body I no longer entirely recognize or understand. I have given my body over to you, without reluctance, sometimes with eagerness for what comes next, though admittedly I haven’t been without fear each time you have pushed my boundaries. Each boundary whisked aside as if it didn’t exist, shattering my illusions of self. The words, Mine, meaning everything and My Beloved Master, my only answer, my only gift.
Though as our relationship continues to evolve, our conversations both in e-mail and on the phone have found me shortening ‘My Heart’ and ‘My Beloved Master’ to a simple ‘My’. Over the time we have spent apart this time ‘My’ becoming both a greeting and sometimes an acquiescence, at other times simply a lovers pet name shared only between us.
The bath has filled the room with the scent of sandalwood, and steam rises from the hot water as I ease myself down; even this reminds me of you as the water envelops me, covering me and engaging all my senses. I reach behind me to turn on the jets and as I do the phone blares from the side of the tub, announcing a call; it can only be an emergency or you, glancing over at the display I see your name and quickly press talk.
“Good morning, My.”
“Where are you?”
“In the tub, relaxing, thinking of you, as I do every morning.”
“Uh huh, be at Sambuca’s tonight at 7pm. Wear that black lace dress I saw in your closet, black stockings, red fuck me heels and no damn panties. The reservation is in my name.”
“Wait, you’re here?”
“I will be. Don’t ask questions, woman. Just be there and do not play with what is mine for the rest of the day. No orgasms for the rest of the day!”
My other hand stops its movement; you must have known. With a sharp intake of breath, “Of course, My Beloved Master. I will save them all for you for the rest of the day.”
“Are you well, Cara?”
“Yes, My, very well now. Your voice pleases me, even though you have restricted my play.”
“I will see you tonight, Honey Girl. Be beautiful.”
“Of course, My Beloved Master, for you I cannot help but be.”
I let the phone drop from my hand as I sink deeper into the tub, letting the warm water embrace me as music fills the air with the sounds of Beethoven. You will be with me soon, by the end of the day. I am overcome with the reaction of my body to the thought of seeing you again after so long. My body sends electric shocks across every nerve ending, begging me to relieve the pressure of my immediate need to cum again. Ignoring my need, I consider why you have chosen a public place for our first meeting after so long apart. What do you have planned for us?
I have spent all day thinking of you; each time my nerves tingle, they sent blood rushing to all the wrong places if I am to keep my promise to you. My need for relief is overwhelming, even walking across the room heightens my awareness, causes my clit to throb. I feel as if I am in a constant state of desire, ready for you to take me over, every part of me feels as if I am on fire. I can barely wait for the day to end. Each time my hand strays to give myself relief I hear your voice, Mine, and I withdraw my hand with a sigh. As the day grows longer my sighs turn to whimpers, I think you are torturing me. I feel as if I am in heat, every part of me burning. When it is finally time to get ready to meet you, I run the water cool letting it cascade over me and take some of the fire out of my skin.
I know the dress you have commanded me to wear, silk, lace, a hint of cleavage and hugging all of my curves; it doesn’t surprise me you would pick this one out of everything in my closet. I tighten the corset around me then pull each stocking up, snapping them to garters. Slipping the dress over my head and then slipping my feet into the highest red heels I own, I turn towards the mirror. For a moment, I do not recognize myself; I am different, more confident, beautiful even. I am seeing myself through different eyes, perhaps your eyes, the eyes you once told me you would give me. I hear your voice again in my mind, this time as a whispered promise, Mine, and I have to agree.