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Silver Threads and Black Velvet Ch. 01

By: Kit10



It would only be a few hours before he got here. Less than a day. So soon, but still so very far away. My heart was quite animated and fluttering about in my chest, bouncing off of my ribcage like a wind up doll running into a wall. Just constant movement in all of my body. I was completely unable to stay still.

His flight was to land at 6:35 PM. I wanted to go meet him at the airport to welcome him home but he said it was not needed, "I will get the car and be at the front door before you even know it, Kitten. I want you to prepare yourself for me." I started to question how I should prepare, but he didn't elaborate, simply said, "You could be in rags and smell, so long as you are comfortable, that is the way I want you. I want you to feel beautiful, and that can mean being in your old prom dress," I giggled, imaging myself dressing up in the gaudy metallic pink, Cinderella-style dress. My giggle turned to a full belly laugh which brought out a chuckle from him. He had his moments when he, too, giggled, but not when he was in this mood. In this mood, he was serious, with a twinkle of mischief lurking in his mind. My love is spectacular about that. When he is being my Dom, he is my Dom. That is not to say that we don't burst out in laughter, but it is more like he is shifting skins, being who he feels comfortable being in any given moment. In that moment, he was in his dominant mindset- protective of everything involving me, from my body to my mental image of myself, guiding me in a way that did not make me feel insignificant. He always had a knack with that, treating me like I was the most precious tiny thing that he could hold in the palm of his hand, stronger than a diamond and more cherished than all of the sparkly things in the world. "Or in boxers and one of my shirts," he continued. "I want you to feel as beautiful as I see you all of the time."

That, for me, was a challenge. Feeling beautiful has always been a challenge for me. Sure, I could feel pretty on occasion, but there was always someone I saw that just seemed more beautiful than me. My love constantly assures me that there is no such woman, and I truly hope one day that I can believe him, but until then, he has agreed to disagree with me on this, so long as I try to see his side. That is what has always felt so unique about us. Each and every BDSM story I read has to do with a submissive girl giving up her say, giving up her right to disagree. For us, that has never been the case. For us, it is a mutual decision, and I decide to take the submissive role, as that is my most natural state when I am in a safe place. You would never know this from meeting me in person. I am a natural born leader, but it takes someone with such a strong will, a deep soul and maybe just as many leadership skills as me to rule me. And I have met one such man. He is my love, he is my dom, he is my fiance.

You may question if our relationship is even real, and may even doubt it, but if you do, then you miss out the beauty of it. My submission is not forced, nor was he the one to initiate this sort of lifestyle.

I have never heard a story where it is the sub's doing that play begins, although my story comes close to it. It all started before we were dating. We had had what we thought would just be a one night stand, a very drunken one night stand, but instead of fucking all night, we talked all night. Talked about everything, just laying in one another's arms. Of course, we did fuck (and somehow managed to lose the condom) but that was not what was important. We spoke, we connected, a silver thread connected us and with each phrase from one of our mouths, this string grew even more taught. At the time, we could not figure out what it was, and we knew we would not have the chance to see where it would go. We're spectacular creatures who have known each other for years, but who finally hook up 3 nights before my love had to leave to go back to Europe, while I was stuck here, in New York with no other chance to see him. Luckily, fate had some hand in this because I was able to study abroad, thus making it easier for us to see each other. Love is much simpler to chase when there isn't an entire ocean between two people.

But why it happened, I did not know. I mused over this fact as I sat in my house, fidgeting and antsy. All I knew was that I was happy beyond belief that it had and that soon the ocean that separated us would be a slightly distant memory. That silver thread was now more like a rope now, a million tiny little particles banded together to keep our hearts strung to one another.

My clothes were picked. I wanted to be a piece of art for him to mold into his liking. I wanted to start with some beauty and have him draw the rest out of me. I could make myself believe I looked beautiful, but would barely feel it until he arrived. The TV show I had put on to distract myself quickly slipped into a blur of movement that I could not be bothered with paying attention to. My mind was its very own TV screen of memory. In those few hours, I must have relived every moment we had spent together. No, that is a lie, but I definitely relived all of the very best ones.

It amazes me sometimes how tiny little gestures can explode into galaxies of meaning. The first night we managed to get together was at his going away party. I had spent the night slightly jealous, vying for his attention, even though he had another girl on his lap. I did not know what I was doing, but I had a goal. I was going to get laid. But I was not the only person with a goal, because on the very same night I made the mistake over dinner of mentioning, "You know, I can drink and drink and drink, but never get drunk." I had just started to share an eggplant rollatini with the roommate of my love, who at the time was only a friend I kind of knew. His roommate nearly choked on the mozzarella covered glob in his mouth, "Oh, we are changing that tonight! Any time I see you in my house, you better have a drink in your hand!" And so it was agreed, I was to be totally shit faced that night.

A few months later, I learned the difference between drunk and absolutely shit faced. I never reached shit faced that night, but I did get nicely drunk. I was swaying on my feet and needed help from the various men in the room to stand. What I did not know was that my love had been wanting to get to me since he picked me up at the train station and crammed me in the backseat of his roommate's jeep, with a mutual friend. At some point in the night, I did end up in his arms, and I did end up with him. We were on the porch in the backyard, the crickets were chirping. We had kissed once inside and then again and could not seem to stop. I felt safe in his arms, safe and happy.

"I knew I would end up with you tonight," he whispered to me, his foreign accent alien in my ear. "Who said you have me for the night?" I teased and tried to slip out of his grasp. We spun on the porch, a dance of flirtation and lust until finally my back was to the side of the house, his hands firmly under my ass. He lifted me and pinned me against the wall. For a moment, the tension wrought from that act buzzed between us. I must have gasped, completely shocked that he would do something like that, but before I could utter a word, his lips were hot against my ear again, "Because," he drawled into my very being, "I always get what I want." And with that, he kissed me and sealed the envelope that would hold our life stories in it from that point on.

At this point, I am sure you are laughing and saying I am a liar about being the cause to initiate it with that very clearly dominant act, and my clear submission. That night, though, was fairly innocent, devoid of any extremely kinky fun. Kink, however, could not keep away from us.

After our night together and many e-mails and conversations, he decided to google my various online handles. Without intending to, he struck gold, finding a collection of erotic stories I had written. "I found something very interesting today..." he mentioned to me in a chat, which was already a nightly occurrence despite the fact that we had agreed that courting from different continents could never work. "I found your sexy stories," he teased. My heart began to pound because I knew in my profile I had listed many things that I was not ready to reveal yet. "Oh? What did you think?" I asked coyly. "Well, I loved the stories, but was more interested in your profile." Oh god, panic time, my world is shattering. "What about it?" was what I typed instead. "I share a lot of the same likes as you. Especially exploring BDSM. I never have before and it has always interested me."

And that is how it began. As I sat and reflected on it, I laughed to myself, admiring the extreme distance we had traversed together. My clock chimed and being so wrapped up inside of my own thoughts, I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound. 1 more hour until he was to land. I got up, grinning fit to split my face, and walked into the bathroom. I studied my reflection in the mirror before I heaved a sigh and turned the shower on. I quickly washed myself, carefully inspecting the shaving job I had done on my legs earlier. My pussy still had some slight peach fuzz on it, though. I knew that he would want to shave it himself.

It is amazing how something which one person could hate so much, like shaving, can be pure delight to someone else when given the privilege to do. I remember the first time I was shaved by him.

I had been shaving for nearly as long as I could remember. When I was with my first lover I had wanted to experiment with shapes in my pubic hair, but failed miserably, ending up with a slightly triangular shape that was lopsided and uneven. Rather than trying to fix it, I shaved it all off and it has been that way ever since. While it is something I choose to do, I hate doing it.

One night, we were at home and relaxing, watching a movie. As was our habit, we were naked, and naturally my hands were exploring my body in a non sexual way when they landed on the stubborn stubble of pubic hair that was starting to grow thick. I groaned and his eyes traced my arm to my hand and to my pubic area.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I hate shaving."

"Want me to do it for you?"

"I would, but it sucks, you'll hate it. I had an ex try and it was a mess."

"I am great at shaving, I promise not to hurt you."

"I never thought you would hurt me, just-"

"Do you trust me?" He interrupted.

"Without hesitation," I affirmed.

"Then go get the shaving cream, a towel and your razor, I'm going to get a bowl of hot water."

And so it was decided. I did as I was told, because what good little girl wouldn't, and laid down on our bed. "Spread your legs," he instructed me, examining the hair, observing which way the grain went so as not to give me razor burn. He nodded, satisfied, and pumped a dollop of cream into his hand before smearing it over my mound. I stiffened, nervous and only slightly aroused. His first stroke was smooth and confident, like nearly all of his moves in life. Before I knew it, the upper region of my pussy was completely shaved and he rubbed my thigh, "On your hands and knees now, Kitten." My eyes shot open at this, "My... You want me to..." I was stuttering without even realizing it. "Yes, I want you to turn over, it will be easier to shave you that way."

I obeyed, turning over, exposing myself to him in a new way. No one had ever looked at my pussy that way for too long because if I was in that position, it meant sex. Now, it was different. The first touch was like the fire you feel in your hands when you have been out in the snow for a long while and you go inside and start to defrost. A sharp, sudden sensation, that tingles, but feels so good. Each stroke made me relax more until it was done. Together we stood in front of the mirror and looked at the wonderful job he had done. "There, that wasn't too bad, was it?" He asked and I smiled and shook my head, my eyes glowing with pride and adoration. I sunk back into the confines of his arms and let my back meld into his strong chest, his heart beating against my skin. We were both aglow with some new found feeling.

In that time that he was shaving me, I was allowing myself to be taken care of. I surrendered myself to him in a very sexual way that was also as far from sexual as I could imagine, not being all that into edge play. I had, in a sense, proven my submission to him and took it to a new level. Grooming is a very private thing, and this was the most intimate type of grooming for me. It felt good to allow him the power to take control of it.

I smiled, remembering that night and yet another step we had taken together as I turned off the shower.

I dried myself off, looking at the second towel I had put out on the towel rack. His towel. Again, the giddy feeling inside of my entire body erupted into a new set of fireworks, only to be dimmed by the fact that I looked at the time and only 15 minutes had passed. What felt like hours in a shower was in reality a very short time. I still had 45 minutes until he landed, then he had to go through customs and drive home to me. I was looking at 2 to 3 hours of time to kill. I sighed, turned to the mirror again, scrunching my nose and sticking my tongue out at my reflection. I knew I should have waited longer to take a shower.

To Be Continued...

Silver Threads and Black Velvet Ch. 02



I inspected myself in the mirror, the way my red hair dripped down to my jawbone, the way my blue eyes looked a little green today. I practiced some faces in the mirror, making myself laugh and then go back to neutral. I turned this way and that, imagining that the mirror was not an inanimate object, but instead, my love's eyes.

3 hours. 3 long hours to go until he could be expected.

Our relationship had been a long time in the making, and it seemed like agony every single day we were apart. I was learning to adjust, looking at our time apart as being worth it in the long run, which it was. In less then a year a day would not pass where we were involuntarily apart. That thought sounded like bliss. My love was already in my thoughts night and day, existing in my life and in my dreams. All of me was in submission to him, and not in that opinion-less obeying mode, but was full of opinion. And that opinion usually aligned with pure joy, for the simple fact that I could offer this submission and share in the experience. That I could be lucky enough to learn about him as much as I could learn about myself. Learning my love proved to be quite a challenge. In my mind, I seem to believe that all people have a spot on their body that is extra sensitive, that will instantly turn them on. After a month of being with my love, I wanted to find that spot.

I had searched his body high and low with my fingertips, mouth, hands and eyes, and I could not find that one spot. So one night after a long session of him teasing me and doing all sorts of horribly wonderful things to my prone body, we lay in each other's arms murmuring our usual post-sex thoughts, I built up my courage enough to say: "You know, its unfair, you know every spot on my body that will turn me on." I wasn't so bold as to ask right away, but tried breaching the question in a subtle way, hoping my love would ask me why it was unfair. 

"Thats my job, Kitten," he whispered to me, his lips tracing the lobe of my ear as his hand slid straight across the small of my back. Without conscious thought, my back arched and my body pressed to his. I moaned, half in protest and half in an utter state of arousal. His fingertips danced over my back like I was a guitar, singing out each note he wanted. Eventually, I whimpered and curled into him which only made my love chuckle that soft little chuckle that means "I adore you."

"You made your point. But I don't know what spot you like best." Of course, the obvious ones I knew- the sexual organs. I had been lucky enough to have the privileged to, at any time I so desire, to lick my love's balls. Although it seems like a terribly boring thing, for me it was a big deal because he had not let many women do that happily as they are very sensitive. The first act of trust my love showed me, I think, was instructing me to lick his flavor-lubed balls.

That was a fun night. It was the second night we had slept together and the first time we had the chance in nearly a month. Our first sexual encounter was at a party he threw, and soon after that we both left to our respective destinations - him in Iceland, me in Amsterdam. When we finally reunited, it was in Amsterdam on the only day of the winter of 2007 that I got to see snow, something I love very dearly and had been sorely missing. His arrival was magical, just as magical as the snow on that beautifully warm day. When we climbed the stairs to our room in a tiny little hotel not far from Centraal station, we sat in awe, both of each other and of the view of the park we had and the beautiful city we were in. We lasted much longer than I had expected before we urgently undressed one another, savoring the view we had only been lucky to see in various snapshots and the rare video shared online.

It was not long before our clothes were thrown about the room and we were in the two bed that they had pushed together to make one grand stage for us. I looked up at my love was on his knees on the bed before me, his gorgeous cock fully erect and leaking pre-cum. I beamed up at him and moved to get on my hands and knees before him. Clumsily, though, my knee slid between the two beds, pushing them apart, leaving me halfway sprawled on the floor between the two beds. As I gasped, he laughed. My love's laughter filled the room and was soon followed by my own embarrassed giggling. He helped me regain my spot on the bed and petted my hair in an unintentional gesture that would one day turn into one of the best sensations I could ask for. "There was something I think you were about to do," he casually mentioned once we had regained our breath. I smiled and nodded, carefully positioning myself before him. I opened my mouth, my tongue flicking out to lap up some of the freshly smeared pre-cum. It tasted salty and tangy on my tongue. My love's hand found its way to my hair and rather than gripping it, he caressed it, moaning an encouraging sound at me as he gently maneuvered my head, setting is own pace as my mouth slowly slid its way up his cock. Never once did he push me, but only suggested with light pressure what he wanted me to do, what he desired. All of my energy, all of my being was centered on my mouth which lovingly sucked his cock. Up an down, my lips traced the skin of his cock, taking in the shape, the tension, the veins beneath the skin, the smoothness of the head of his cock.

It was like learning something brand new, sucking cock this way. I had been used to a man grabbing my head and forcing my mouth. While I still do desire the grabbed and mouth-fucked aggression, this tenderness was much more intense. It got me to pay attention to what I was doing. Without realizing it, I was learning his likes and dislikes in a way I never had before. I was learning to obey him without a command.

After some time, his hand circled to my cheek, cupping it as I sucked in around his cock, creating a vacuum like suction on him. He groaned each time I did this, his fingers tightening beneath my jaw involuntarily as he forgot what he was about to do. Suddenly, he spoke. It took me a moment to register what he wanted, that the words he was speaking to me were in English, "Lick my balls." His words were half command, half suggestion, neither of us fully sure that we wanted to pursue this BDSM thing we had mentioned before, timid to start something that we had never gotten a fulfilling experience out of. I moved my mouth away from his cock, his hand still cradling my cheek as I gazed up at him, a smile on my face. He smiled in return and I leaned forward to gently lick his balls. They were nicely shaved, and very full. I was gentle, never sucking, just lapping at them with my warm wet tongue. He moaned in delight and moved his hand away. This, he was going to just enjoy. I licked away eagerly at his balls, carefully worshiping them as I never had before. I felt privileged and important. While it was too soon to vocalize so early in the relationship, I felt loved.

It did not last long before we both realized that we would burst if we did not just fuck. So we did. And then spent the next 4 days doing just that and very little else.

So it was with the intimate knowledge that his balls were a heavenly spot to my love that I began to wonder where else? Of course that was sufficient information to know, but how does one subtly fondle balls in a very public setting with families around? That is why it is so good to know that for me, a gentle hand on my lower back by someone in the know is enough to soak my panties, if I am allowed to wear them that day.

"You tried something once, you were sucking my fingers, and you licked my knuckles. Try that again for me?" It almost seemed like he was unsure about this, but I did as I was told. I lifted his hand and gently ran my fingers across his knuckles. He moaned and I smiled, lowering my mouth to rest on his knuckles, my tongue darting out to taste them. He continued to moan and his hips bucked ever so slightly. I glanced down and sure enough, his cock was rock hard. 

I giggled and looked up at him, "Really?!" I asked excitedly, so happy to make this new discovery. 

He smiled and laughed, nodding. "I guess so," he responded. I sat flabbergasted for a second. It was so simple and wonderful and something I would have to take advantage of. "So are you going to do anything about what you just started?" he queried, raising his beautiful eyebrows. I nodded, happily and climbed atop him. It was already our 4th time of the evening that we were fucking. I straddled him for a moment, not doing anything just yet, as I lifted his hand and repeated the experiment I had just conducted. As I licked his knuckled he groaned and reached his other hand up to grab my hip, pushing it back towards his cock. I grinned and slid my hand between my legs to guide his cock into my still soaked pussy. We both moaned as he slid into me, filling me completely as I sat back on him, dropping his hand in the process.

My love explored my body as I sat atop him and fucked him, rubbing his fingertips across my breasts and then turning his hand to slide his knuckles across the soft flesh. We both laughed again, "Mmmm quite an advantage. Me knowing I am turning you on just turns me on even more," he gasped to me, only making my smile grow even bigger. "Get up!" He said excitedly, sounding like a boy who just got the best Christmas present on Christmas morning, "I want to try something." He pointed to the bed next to him and I laid down in the spot he pointed to. He moved between my legs, so I spread them further. Without hesitation, my love slid his pointer into my sopping wet pussy, all the way up to his knuckle. He moaned and proceeded to finger me, knowing it was one of the things that turned me on more than anything. After a few moments I could not help but squirm around to position my mouth before his cock as he fingered me, still allowing him access. We continued in that fashion for some way, him being even more stimulated than he was used to, his knuckles very soaked in my juices, brushing my smooth pussy lips as my mouth devoured his cock, the sensitive head at the back of my throat.

It was not long before he decided he wanted in me again, so we moved, but not so quickly as not to allow a slight pause. "I want you to lick my fingers clean," he whispered to me as I moved, lifting his hand to my lips. I slowly sucked each finger as if it was his cock, letting my tongue wrap around each digit, lapping up the juices. When I was done with each finger I moved to each knuckle, until his hand was clean. He smiled and moaned appreciatively, "Now get on your hands and knees." 

Like a good little girl, I did as I was told, moving to lay in front of him, my pussy and ass on display for his pleasure. He slid into me with a groan and began ramming into my pussy, encouraging me all the while, "Play with yourself," and "I want you to cum for me very very soon, okay?" Soon enough, the blood rushed in my veins like fire and I got closer and closer. As my skin flushed to a pale cherry red, my love growled in my ear, "I want you to cum for me, as I cum, okay? Okay, I'm going to cum, are you ready?"

I nodded frantically, the motion lost in the bouncing as he slammed into me until I nearly screamed "Yes! I am going to cum! Please cum in me!" He slammed into me a few more times and dug his hands into my hips, holding me back against his body as he exploded inside of me.

As we both slowly came down from our orgasms, he reached down, fingertips dancing over my lower back. The muscles in my pussy clenched, making him moan and prompting him to very slowly pull out of me. He collapsed at my side, pulling me into his arms. "Well, that's good to know," I said to him, lifting my face to his from where it rested on his chest. We smiled and he nodded, petting my hair.

With these thoughts in mind, time seemed to creep ever so slowly. I sighed, leaving the bathroom, heading to my room to get ready. Getting dressed early couldn't hurt that bad, right?

To be continued...



Silver Threads and Black Velvet Ch. 03



"Close your eyes, Kitten," my love whispered to me. The car ride went by so quickly that I hardly even remembered when it began. All I knew was that I was in the rented car, with my love, driving. "I want you to listen to my voice and only my voice. You are not to open your eyes until I say so, understood?" I nodded. His voice was full of that beautiful dominance. "This weekend is going to be one of the best you have ever experienced," he crooned to me, reaching a hand over to stroke my cheek. At the sudden touch I jumped and gasped in pure delight. "I want you available to me at all times. When we go out at night, I will have you in a dress, and possibly during the day as well. You are not allowed to wear underwear, stockings I will allow if you feel the need," he said in a slightly sarcastic tone. We both knew that he loved stockings on me, and because of that we both knew that I would definitely be wearing thigh highs all weekend. "I will request at some times you wear your collar in public. I know this is a big step, Kitten, but you can trust in me that I will keep you safe from all harm." I squirmed in my seat. Admitting to being submissive to the public at large would be quite a huge step. He patted my cheek again, "Do you trust me, my little princess?" I nodded and heard his smile as my love quietly said, "Mmmmm thats my good girl."

Soon enough, the car came to a few quick turns and then stopped. I heard the driver's door open and then close. I knew I was alone in the car for a moment, and I would sit obediently with my eyes closed as long as I needed to. Suddenly my door was opened, "Undo your seatbelt, Kitten. We're going to go inside now, but I want you to keep your eyes closed. Don't worry, I will make sure you don't get hurt." Hearing that I fumbled at my side to blindly undo the seatbelt. I turned and grasped his hand. His skin was so smooth, but firm. I could feel the strength of his entire body in his hand as he grasped mine. I stood upright and instinctively moved closer to him, linking my arm with his, resting as much of my body against him as I could as we walked. I carefully navigated with my toes with each step I took. He laughed, moving his hand to my lower back. "Don't worry," he reassured me once more, "I have you." I took a deep breath and nodded and took each step more confidently.

"Now that is what my Kitten looks like!" He said brightly. I couldn't help but smile, love radiating through my entire being. We followed the path to our door, my love instructing me on how to climb the stairs. It was a new game, one I choose to go into, keeping my eyes closed on my own when he could have easily put a blindfold over my eyes. As he eased me into the room of the bed and breakfast we were staying in he stepped behind me, closing the door and locking it. His arms were circled around me in no time, his body pressed up against my back. I leaned into his embrace, his chest against my back, heart beating away a tune that would make any musician jealous. "Open them," he gently commanded, allowing me to observe the room. It was much better than in the pictures I had seen online, re-done in a Victorian style that was breathtaking. "Your palace, my little princess," he declared, twirling me around to face him.

We smiled and he lowered his face to mine, lips seeking out my lips. As he did that, the world spun, everything felt fuzzy and I opened my eyes...

When I woke up, I was surprised, to say the least. I had gotten distracted during my afternoon spent killing time and had fallen asleep while watching TV, dreaming of my love, who was already on his way. Like Prince Charming, he leaned down and kissed me to awaken me.

I shot up off of the couch and wrapped my entire being around him. He laughed, rubbing my back, squeezing my neck, "Good morning, my sweet little girl," he whispered into my sleep disheveled hair. 

"Mmmmm I fell asleep, I'm sorry," I answered nearly on the verge of tears. It had been so long since I had felt him, been next to him, heard his voice in my ear. 

"I saw. You look beautiful, by the way," he noted and I looked down. 

"Shit! I'm not even ready yet!" I exclaimed and giggled. He playfully spanked my ass, making me squirm. 

"Well then, that won't do. Go on, I'll come with you. I want to watch you get ready." The smile never broke from my face as I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom.

Before I had fallen asleep I had managed to put on the cute little silk dress with garters on. It hardly covered my ass and I was sure he got a great show as I pranced before him to my room. Our room.

I sat on my bed and pulled out the thigh highs he had gotten me, plain black with beautiful lace tops, trimmed with pink, the perfect little girl color. He watched me intently, sitting by my side on the bed. Once the stockings were on he nodded, "Stand up," he directed. As he directed me, I moved through a series of poses, "Okay, turn around. Now, hands up in the sky. Turn around and bend over. Now, come cuddle me so I can give you pettins!" And with that, he got up and nearly tackled me. I squeaked and tried to dodge him until he grabbed my waist and plopped me on the bed, landing on top of me. We both laughed and giggled in a way that was only thought to be capable by children in candy shops.

I squirmed wildly, even though I knew my efforts would get me nowhere. "I'm not done yet!" 

I protested and the nuzzling and playing paused, he made a humming sound of slight intrigue and I began to squirm again, "No, I'm not! If you let me up and stay in here I'll let you see it like you were supposed to, like a surprise." I dangled my words like a piece of bait and my love allowed it, rolling off of me and laying down in bed. 

"Make it quick though, I don't want an opportunity to miss you." I smiled and darted out of the room and into the bathroom. My feet scudded across the floor, making me giggle again. In the bathroom I quickly rummaged through a make-up bag. I came out with three items, a sparkling silver shimmer powder, black mascara and bright red lipstick. I moved before the mirror and closed my eyes, dashing puffs of silvery powder across my face. My pale skin took on an almost ethereal glow. After that, I carefully put on the mascara, the black standing out boldly against the pale silver of my skin and the blue of my eyes. Finally, I slowly painted on my lipstick. The lipstick was mostly sheer with some red to it, enhancing the color of my lips but not making me look like a clown. I was ready. I looked at myself in the mirror one more time before walking back into the bedroom.

"Is that your completed assignment?" My love asked me, looking me over, staring for a moment in slight awe at the effect my make up had created. 

"It is. I feel beautiful, just like you wanted me to." 

He purred to me and motioned that I should come over. He reached his hand up, petting my hair, "Thats a good kitten. Now Kitten, get down on your knees." his voice was stern and it was clear the giggling time was put on hold. He reached to his side and picked up an object he had specifically instructed me to keep on my pillow. As he lifted it, I had only eyes for him. I absorbed every ounce of his being and allowed him to drink me in.

We were never people to follow BDSM protocol, but we both knew that with the arrival of my new collar that it would be meaningful. Around my finger I already wore my devotion to him, my engagement ring. The collar, though, was something else altogether. It was a sign that I would always be his Kitten, I could always trust him.

He slid the soft black velvet collar around my neck. Without taking his eyes away from mine, he clasped it. I felt the soft firmness- so much like him, like his hands, like his love- on my skin and gazed up at him. "You are now, and will forever be my little Kitten." When he had finished his last word, he moved his hands away and the small cat bell that had been put on the collar twinkled. My mouth opened in delighted shock, making us giggle all over again.

And so, we were reunited.

To be continued... 



Silver Threads and Black Velvet Ch. 04



Our arrival to our escape for the weekend was somewhat similar to my dream with the slight exception that I could see. Naturally, I had told my Dom about the dream and he simply smiled. "This weekend, I want to be able to see you. I want to see the look in your eyes as you submit to me, as you sit in the car with me, as you wake up. There is no doubt that you will be blindfolded at some point, probably as you are tied down to the bed and left alone..." I whimpered into the silence that he let linger for a moment before continuing, "But I don't know how long I will want to keep my hands off of you."

I smiled and felt myself physically relax. While the idea of being blindfolded for the entire car ride not knowing where I was titillated me, I had every intention of seeing My Love as much as I possibly could, if he would allow it.

When we arrived in our room it was better than I imagined. The room was exactly how it appeared in the pictures, save the wrought iron headboard (Which we had both noted would be quite useful to tie restraints to) was actually rather flimsy wood, but we quickly adapted. The thing that surpassed my wild imagination was the grounds of our little getaway. The grounds were magnificent. Outside of the French doors was our own terrace. The house was atop a hill, a steep incline leading from sea level to about 30 feet from our door. From our vantage point, we could see the confetti colored trees of the valley. It was breathtaking.

We walked on to our private patio after our hostess acquainted us with our home away from home. Much like my dream, I sunk back into My Love's arm, the cool air kissing my skin, raising a flush in my cheeks as they absorbed the cooling Autumn winds. "I bet this place will be beautiful at sunset," I whispered, afraid to speak too loudly for the fear of shattering the little globe we lived in, as if my entire world were surrounded by a thin layer of glass, and us just floating around in the waters within.

A rumbling "mmmmm" echoed through my back and into my ribcage as he agreed. We looked out over the grounds and the world seemed to sigh. We were away, able to be with one another without having to worry about the world. Much.

We quickly realized that dinner would be most welcome after the long drive. We returned to the room and I quickly changed out of the sweatpants I had thrown on for the ride, exchanging them for a black skirt made of a soft gauze. It was airy and comfortable with the disadvantage that in all of its flowing goodness, the wind quickly became my enemy. We left our room and as the door closed a gush of wind whipped past, picking my skirt up to show my bare bottom in a way Ms. Monroe, being the queen of that particular look, would be proud of.

I gasped; he laughed. Then we head to the car, "I really hope you find a spot right in front of the restaurant," I prayed, to some higher being and to My Love.

"Thats funny, I find myself thinking just the opposite." We laughed and headed out for dinner.

As we drove through the winding roads to the nearby town we began to discuss possibilities for plans for the rest of the weekend. "Tomorrow, we should find a vineyard and get some nice wine," I suggested, knowing that would tickle his fancy.

He nodded almost absently, "I am thinking I may make you wear the egg out for a little while." I stiffened in my seat a bit at the memories surrounding the little remote controlled pink egg that my Dom favored, as well as the excitement of the fun to come.

The egg. The first time I had worn it out was to my first BDSM themed party. I was the out-of-towner, visiting my love. I had been so busy getting myself ready that I had forgot he told me of the plan that I would wear this egg inside me to the party and in his pocket, he would hold the remote control. I hesitantly inserted it, grumbling about it all the while.

It wasn't until we were in a friend's car on the way over that he actually turned the little egg on. With 10 settings and no gauge as to which setting it was on aside from my reactions, my Dom told me that when it was off, I was to thank him. Our friend, however, was ignorant at the time.

Our arrival at the club was nerve wreaking. I was still struggling through my own discovery that it was possible to immerse myself in this side of my being. I was suddenly allowed to be a submissive little girl. I was allowed to give in to my desires and talk to people about them. It was no longer my dirty secret, but something that had brought me into a new world. My admitting my submission was allowing me to be me, without any inhibitions that I would set upon my own thoughts.

I entered the club in a whirlwind of language, my own native tongue conflicting with the predominant language. Luck was on my side, though, everyone was quite fluent in English and it was only when I was not to know something that the language was changed.

I was brought to the various people My Love thought I should meet, one person in particular standing out from previous conversations. Goddess Lilith was her name. I had built her up to be a towering bombshell who would probably scare the wits out of even the strongest man. When I did meet her, though, I was shocked to find her to be a woman, not some sort of frightening being. She was about my height in her heels which brought her a few inches higher and a severe military hat atop her short, bright red hair. I was right about one thing, she was intimidating. Her presence was so strong that she almost radiated authority and just utter dominance. Her voice was on the quiet side, although it carried beautifully. Her tone was just low enough that you had to work to hear her, you had to devote all of your attention to her to catch each word. The more she spoke, though, the more I wanted to listen.

"Dah-rling, it is so wonderful to finally meet you!" She intoned, her voice holding an accent that sent chills through my body; a mix of Count Dracula meets a mythic nymph. It was clear that this was her chosen atmosphere and she was in her element. She turned to My Love and said something I didn't quite understand. I looked at my love, curiosity clear on my face as well as a slight concern. He chose this moment to start the egg.

I jumped slightly, feeling the buzzing begin, emitting from the egg in my pussy. I shivered again and Goddess Lilith grinned a half grin, "What's the matter?"

My Love, grinning, said to me, "Tell her, Kitten."

I had barely gotten to say much and Goddess Lilith turned to me, a smile on her face. I could almost feel her inspecting me. "Well," I started, "I have a vibrating egg in me. And he has the remote." My voice was shy and I tried to say it in as neutral of a tone as I could manage. Even I could hear the stammer in my words.

"Where is the egg?" Goddess Lilith asked, clearly knowing but offering a question to My Love. Do you want her to answer and possibly be uncomfortable or should I leave the poor thing alone?

My Love looked to me, "Tell her where the egg is, baby."

I took a deep breath and nodded, "The egg is in my pussy, and he keeps changing the speed."

After I said that, the mood changed. In Goddess Lilith's eyes I could see a real curiosity grow like a child admiring another child's toy. "How is that," she asked both of us, "I was thinking of getting one to use on my sub but wanted to hear from someone to see what it was like."

My Dom then moved from my side to hers pulling out the remote. It was about halfway through the cycle. He rapidly pressed the button until it was off, then looked at me expectantly. I could feel the blood welling in my cheeks, "Thank you." I muttered, trying not to look anyone in the eye. I could see a slight hint of amusement on Goddess Lilith's face.

"I have instructed her to thank me when the buzzing stops so I know when it is over. It has 10 settings, each one a different intensity and pattern. Some are solid buzzing, some are pulsating, then they vary in speed and intensity," he explained. I stood there silently, a few people wandering over to talk and socialize. It felt as if the entire room was watching me and waiting to see what would happen next, although I knew that it was not the case.

"That is really nice, " she admired to my Dom.

"Would you like to try it?" My Love asked her, proffering the pink remote to this woman who I had only just met a few moments earlier. She turned to me and asked, "Would that be okay with you?" Since our initial moment of being introduced some of the intimidating aura had turned into a friendly power. I was not afraid of her being in control of this thing, although I was nowhere near ready to be left alone with her.

I nodded my head and she accepted the remote, a smile on her face, "Excellent." She looked at it and then at me. "Can you describe to me the feelings as they happen?"

I was so nervous that i could not think of a way. I paused and in a slight panic, looked to my Dom who gave little to no reply. "I don't really know how to explain it... I mean, its hard to tell at first and it changes so quick that I don't know if you moved on or if its the same-"

"How about this," Lilith gently interrupted in a honey coated voice. "Your hand will be the scale of the intensity. When it is at its strongest, your hand should be by your head. When it is at a medium point, by your chest and at a low or off, don at your side, and any degree in between, this way you can move your hand as it changes." I nodded my head and she continued, "Now, for the pulsing. I want you to bend your knees in time with it, so you sort of bounce the rhythm of the pulse, do you understand?" Again I nodded. "Wonderful! Now, shall we begin?"

"Only after she closes her eyes." Those words petrified me. I was standing in a tiny skirt, a corset that pushed my breasts up quite beautifully, but left me fairly exposed in a place I had never been. At this point panic filled my entire body and I began to shiver. It was as if all of the warmth in the room was suddenly gone. My Love noticed, and took a step closer and gently stroked my cheek, "I am going to be right here the entire time, I will not leave your side. You may do the cycle once holding my hand, but then I am going to let go, but both times you have to keep your eyes closed, okay?"

"Okay," I whispered back, grasping his hand in my right hand and closing my eyes. A heartbeat after my eyes shut, the buzzing began. Although I was freezing and shaking, I could feel myself breaking out in a sweat. When I was halfway through the 10 different variations I became very aware of people speaking, and quite aware that none of them seemed to be speaking English.

I held on to My Love's hand as if it were my lifeline, attempting to follow the changing of the buzzing deep within my pussy. It sent shocks of pleasure through my body, which was only enhanced by the fact that I had at least four people watching me now, hearing another couple speaking with Lilith in hushed tones.

Soon, the first round was over and My Love touched my shoulder, "Now, what do you say?" he asked me and I started.

"Thank you!" I blurted, maybe a little louder than I expected. Lilith laughed fondly.

"Thank you, my dear, that was beautiful." I heard quiet noises of agreement come from a few people and sheepishly smiled. "Now, for the second one I believe you agreed to stand alone," she reminded me, a bit of that original persona that I had met, some of the softness melting away.

I forced myself to be brave and let go of my Dom's hand, putting my hands at my side.

The buzzing began again, my breath coming faster and faster as the time progressed. Again, the speaking around me started as things were explained to other passers-by. I stood lost in the sensation and concentrating on my task. Everything sounded drowned, all of the voices coming through to my mind as if we were all in the bottom of a pool. I knew people were talking, but it sounded distorted and far away.

Being so lost in the moment, concentrating on the blackness behind my eyes and the buzzing inside of my body, I did not hear Goddess Lilith's voice stop. For that matter, I also did not hear her move next to me when suddenly I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. A very distinctly feminine hand, her nails long and hard against my cool skin. I jumped and gasped and heard a few appreciative moans from people watching as I responded to this alien touch, not for a moment missing a beat, continuing to do my assignment, depicting the buzzing in my pussy with my entire body.

That hand was soon after removed and soon the second cycle came to an end. As My Love spoke to me, I could hear the smile in his voice, "You may open your eyes now, Kitten." When I did, it was to a room that was much brighter than I had remembered, even the candle lit ambiance looking like a dozen fluorescent lights.

My Love once again moved next to me and wrapped his arms around me. I pressed my face against his shoulder and made myself catch my breath, a grin spreading across my face.

When I looked up to Goddess Lilith, she had a warm smile on her face. Still in My Love's arms she handed us the remote, "Thank you for allowing me the chance to do that. Your concentration is wonderful and every reaction you made was just beautiful! You," she turned to my Dom, "Are a lucky, lucky man!"

He laughed a deep belly laugh, squeezing me against him, "Oh, I know," he assured her, and looked down into my eyes, "I know."

Startled from my day dream, I realized the car was moving backwards and glanced around. We were parking. We shared a smile at the memory of using the egg. I reached over and stroked the side of his neck with my fingertips, "Thank you for loving me and being so wonderful to me."

He paused in his parking job, the street empty anyway and leaned over to kiss me, "Mmmm no need to thank me, it comes naturally when you are involved."

We exited the car and luckily the wind had died down so the walk around the bloc was uneventful, a fortune that My Love was not all that happy about.

Our dinner was splendid. We shared some great wine and by the time we were ready to leave I was slightly tipsy after the two glasses of wine I had drank. So I held on to My Love and we laughed and headed out to the car again. As we walked the empty streets he observed, "I love seeing my collar out on you when we are outside. All during the dinner I was just so filled with pride, I kept looking at you and thinking, 'Wow. She is mine. She wants to be mine. I am so lucky.' You just radiate beauty and sweetness and I love that about you." He smirked, winding his arm around my waist, "And I love knowing that even when we are all sophisticated and out to dinner with fancy wine that at any time I wanted, I could have you, that you belong to me and that I can do all of the dirty things I want to you."

I laughed and he opened the passenger door for me. Once he was sitting and had started the car he playfully asked, "Where to now, madam?"

I giggled, "I say we go to a store. I need a toothbrush and we can get something to drink for back in the room." He nodded and we took off towards the supermarket.

Once inside, we did our usual habit- buying more things than we really needed. Soon our little basket was filled with cheese to go with the wine we had, fruit, bread, some scented candles and of course, a toothbrush.

The check out was slow, but we were so blissful that we didn't even notice. After we checked out and were heading out some store employee walked by. I barely noticed him until he said, "Nice collar."

I felt my heart beat against my skin and felt my head reel. My love held my elbow and guided me from the store after I mumbled a thank you of some sort.When we reached the air outside I asked, "Do you think he knew?"

"I don't know. He might have." My Dom said, a smile smeared across his face, "I have a feeling he did, though. If he just thought it was a fashion accessory he would have called it a necklace or a choker. Besides, he said it in a way, you know?"

I laughed and nodded, "So I'm not crazy?"

He shook his head and we entered the car, "Not at all, but you know what you are?" he asked me as I settled into my seat, his eyes fixed on me. "You are beautiful. You are intelligent. You are funny. You are going to be my wife. You are my submissive. You are mine, and have all of my love forever, Kitten."

I could almost feel the tears well in my eyes as he said that and then kissed me. I could have melted right then and there. After he kissed me, he started the car and we headed back to our home away from home.

"So," I began as we pulled out of the parking lot, "since I am all of those things, does that mean I get to pick what music we listen to tonight as we go to sleep?" I asked playfully and we both laughed.

"Yes, you can have anything you want, my Kitten."

To Be Continued.....