1 comments/ 32661 views/ 4 favorites From the Tent Ch. 01 By: vassal Ch. 01: The Scarf My darling concubine, Sadly, we are separated by enormous distance, yet I find myself thinking of you. I remember the first time I saw you... I walked through the market place searching for a gift for my Prince. No longer in his favor, a little bored with me, I hoped to rekindle his passion with an unusual present.—new blood for his collection of concubines. You were to be that gift. Bored, I examined the women for sale—they looked tired, jaded and unremarkable. Then... I saw you – a tiny figure at the back – your posture giving away your pain and expectation that you'd be overlooked. Yet something about you called to me even though you seemed unaware of my scrutiny from the crowd. Today, I send you this gift – a scarf I found in the same market. I want you to undress and hold the fabric to you as you read this. The scarf holds my perfume, and I hope this will help you recall my presence. Even across the miles and through the long journey, my hope is the fabric will have retained my favorite perfume which will remind you of how it feels to caress my skin, a trace of tobacco which may remind you of my kisses, and perhaps traces of my musk from when I pulled it repeatedly between my thighs last night when I thought of you and longed for the pleasure you give me. The material and texture are particular, too. The scarf is soft like your skin, yet black which represents my touch and possession of you. The translucence makes me think of your wide-eyed trust. The sequins are solid and shine like your inner beauty. Search with your breath—find what remains and use your imagination to bring me to you, as if I was there now... Last night I undressed and thought of you. My eyes closed, I draped the scarf around my neck. I let it trail across my breasts and remembered what your sweet hands felt like as they tentatively stroked my skin. I tingle with the memory even now as I write this. I want you to place the scarf in the same way I did. Pull it away—relish the soft, rough coolness as it slides across your throat, grazing your neck where I bit you and marked you as mine. I remember when they brought you to me—the first time and I knew, even then, that you belonged to me, that I wouldn't let you go. I had to enjoy you and explore your body, and I wouldn't, couldn't, give you away or risk losing you. You tried not tremble as I circled you, and you didn't flinch as my slaves removed your clothes—careful not to touch the skin that now belonged to me. I knew you didn't like my eyes scouring your curves and pale, flawless skin. I watched you breathe and wondered at your composure. Your head hung demurely, eyes instinctively on the floor, no doubt aware of my painted toes. I heard a slight intake of breath, sensed fear as I leant forward and touched a scar on your arm with a long fingernail. "What are these?" I asked one of the slaves. No one knew. You glanced at me as I spoke but kenw to look away as I leaned even closer. "I've decided to keep you for myself," I told you. "You belong to me." A slight nod. "All of you..." I lowered my voice, "Even this..." I cupped your mound and felt you shift a fraction. "Leave us," I said. The slaves hesitated, and I removed my hand to wave them away. "I want to prepare her myself. No one but me must touch her." Loosening my belt, I moved towards the deep, warmed bath. I poured oil into the water then pulled my silk dress over my head. I stood before you, naked, before my prize. I want you, now, to bunch the scarf and roll it gently across your skin, slowly, not forgetting your back and buttocks as you bring back that moment, the heat from my admiring gaze. Do you remember the bath—how we both stepped down into the deep water? How I took your hand? How you lowered your eyes and knelt before me? "Wash yourself," I said, and I watched hungrily as slowly, you scooped handfuls of water and rinsed your head and shoulders. A finger beckoned you closer, and you slid forward—apprehensive but so brave. "You are here to please me," I explained gently. "That will be your pleasure." You thought a moment, glanced up at me and looked away automatically when I frowned. "You must ask permission to speak and you will address me as 'Mistress' for I am yours as much as you are mine." Your scarf, concubine, is a symbol of how you are tied to me. Softly, willingly, I want you to think about that tie as you wrap the fabric loosely around your wrists. Lie on your belly. I want to know that now you are submissive and beautiful. I want to visualize your skin glowing you flush with a sense of purpose. Take pride in that knowledge. Remember how I placed my hands on your breasts? I wanted to teach you how your body belonged to me. I held your eyes as I gently massaged your skin. I enjoyed how you tried to stay still. You knew your place, and I sensed that you wanted to touch me. I slid my hands to your waist. The water heaved as you shifted to part your thighs and raise your knees for me. I nodded my approval, proud that I had chosen someone who knew what I wanted. "You are a good kitten. This is my name for you because you are young, soft and innocent." As I spoke, I watched your face for a reaction. Your eyes were half-closed and I could feel your heart pounding in excitement, perhaps a little fear. I raised one hand to your lips, stroking gently. "You may kiss my hand," I said, sliding the other along your thigh. Loosen your scarf and roll onto your back. I want you to stroke the velvet across the same place—slowly. Close your eyes and bring that first time back. I did the same last night, and I said your name as I became more and more aroused, "Kitten...Kitten..." I whispered as I thought of how right it felt as I touched your smooth skin. And how eager you were in your stillness. Remember how carefully you explored the palm of my hand as I smoothed it across your lips? "Yes! Do that...you can do that..." I sighed—aroused by you so soon, despite myself. While your tongue lapped my palm, I felt the tension increase as I stroked your thigh in response. Can you feel me now? Has the memory resurfaced and made this real again? Last night it became so for me. It was as if I was with you again as my hand searched for that place between your thighs. There was, I remember, the tiniest gasp of disappointment when I pulled away. I rose above you, showers of water glistening in the candlelight. "Kneel," I said as I sat at the edge of the pool, my thighs parted for you so you could know your Mistress. "My concubine..." I purred, proud of my choice. "Now, put your hands behind your back. Yes—like that. Clasp them tight. I want to see your breasts jutting toward me, your Mistress." You blushed deep. I pulled your chin up, "There's no shame, concubine, just acceptance—look at me." And brilliant blue eyes cut through me. I felt a jolt of protectiveness. "You're safe here, with me. No one will harm you." Lips parted, you sighed, looked at me expectantly. "You are here to give me pleasure and I will train you. You will give me everything." You nodded. Last night as I recalled this moment, I threw my head back into the pillows when I remembered the glorious moment when you first pressed your face into my cunt. I tried to reproduce the sensation with my open hand, your damp hair tickling my skin as you fed off me—like the scarf tickling you as you read this. Nothing, however, can reproduce the shock and feeling of completion as you inhaled my scent. You panted and moaned despite yourself as your hungry tongue licked and stroked me, possibly a little too quickly. "Longer strokes..." I gasped as your mouth and chin twisted between my legs. And you obeyed, and despite myself, I lost a little control in my excitement and fell back, lifting my ankles out of the water to gain purchase on the tiles. In doing this, I inadvertently dislodged you and you knelt up, confused, worried that you'd displeased me. "Mistress?" you said, your voice shaking with anxiety. I lifted my head so I could look at you. Taking pity, I wrapped my legs around your neck nad pulled your face back down to my sopping cunt. "Longer...strokes," I repeated, "and...oh...and you can use your hand." Now I want you to know how that felt for me as you tortured my soft, moist cunt lips. Touch yourself with the scarf. I want you to slip two fingers deep inside yourself. Feel the heat inside you as you once felt it inside me. Buck your hips like I did. Hear my ragged breath and remember your own, muffled groans. As I reached climax, I remember clawing at your head, twisting your long hair around my hands, pulling your face harder to me. Last night, I rolled that same scarf across my belly. I teased myself with it, stroking my breasts, thighs, my vulva until I came long and hard, moaning your name. Can you remember how that felt for you? I remember my shaking legs, slumped, I shuddered at the intensity. "My beautiful concubine..." I groaned in wonder. "I made a good choice." "Mistress?" "Speak." I leant on one elbow to look at you. Your chest heaved, your face anointed with my juices. "Did I...did I 'please' you?" "You did. You have much to learn about how to pleasure me—but for now, I am pleased with your obedience." I pressed against your fingers again, aroused by your humility. "More," I insisted, and I marveled at your spirit as you pumped four fingers into me this time, gently at first, then when I commanded you "Harder," you did my bidding. I guided your other hand to my belly under the curve and above my pubic line, making you press hard, there, so it felt even deeper. "Kitten...harder..." I gasped as I fell into an orgasm more ferocious than the first. I pushed your hands away. Tears filled your eyes. For a moment, I think, you believed I was angry. "You've done well, my good girl," I smiled. "I'm cold. That's all." I pulled you to me, wrapped my legs around your waist and forced my mouth against yours. Your lips parted with no hesitation as I breathed you in. I felt you trying to control the emotions in danger of overwhelming you, and I felt the skin on your forehead tighten as you fought back grateful tears. "Tell me what's wrong, Kitten," I murmured into your mouth, but you couldn't answer with my tongue searching for yours, and when I clasped my lips around it, pulled you deep inside me, you moaned as if in pain. "You've surpassed my dreams." Remember when I told you this and how you wept hot tears as I hold you and stroked your beautiful face, your eyes shut in shame. "I want your tears," I soothed. "I want all of you. I have all of you." I tilted my head to the side, amused at your innocence. "Why are you crying Kitten?" "Because I'm happy, Mistress," you said. Remember how I helped you out of the bath and wrapped you in large, soft towels. How I took you to the fire, we sat facing each other on the sheepskin rug, and I tied your wrists in front of you with a black, silk scarf? Then I sat behind you, pressed my breasts against your back trying to hold you as close as possible. I positioned my legs on either side of you and reached over to pull your knees apart. You were shaking with need. And now, can you feel my hair trailing across your skin when I licked the nape of your neck and shoulders as I rolled your breasts. "Mine." I reminded you and you whimpered in gratitude, pushing your head against me as I enveloped you. Then I slid my hands to your hips, checked you were still open for me and reached under your tied hands to your soft curls, sliding my fingers over a moist nub. "I want you to give yourself to me," I hissed in an effort to compose myself. "I am your Mistress, and if you give yourself to me, I'll be pleased." Your legs trembled as I worked you with rough strokes. "Give up all your control. It's time. It's what I want." Your moans become louder, pleading almost as you turned your head awkwardly so I could kiss the side of your mouth, but my own mouth was searching for the perfect spot just as my fingers were. "Keep your legs wide." "Oh, yes...Mistress. Yes." "Give," I insisted before my teeth clamped to bite at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. "The same side as your heart," I explained as I pulled back for an instant to take a calming breath. "Are you ready?" Hold your hand to your mark, Kitten, as you rub yourself as roughly as I did that night. There was no time for gentleness. I wanted you to feel mauled and out of control. This was about my will being done. As I rubbed, I chewed on your neck, knowing that it hurt, and when I sensed you were close, I bit down hard—and you screamed your pain and ecstasy as you came for what seemed like an eternity, rocking against my but making no effort to escape as you fell into the bottomless pit that was my desire for you. And I held my hand firmly against your cunt, rubbing mercilessly, even when you were past coming, hissing your gratitude. My other arm wrapped tight around you to keep you still as I suckled at your mark, pulling and nipping at the skin symbolizing my ownership of your body and soul. Finally, I released you and you collapsed against me. "You're mine," I sighed. I covered you in towels and stroke naked to the flask of warmed wine, and since your hands were still tied, I held it to your lips while you drank. I teased your black locks away from your tear-streaked face and patted it dry with a corner of a towel. You looked calm and peaceful. I pulled the towels away, and you automatically parted your legs for me. I nodded my approval, licked my lips, tempted by you. "Later. You need rest. Come to me." And you followed me to my bed, waited as I pulled the thick coverlet back and lay on my side. You knew what to do and climbed in, your tied hands making it difficult. Your body was limp as I wrapped my arms and legs around you once I had pulled the covers over us. I remember lifting your hair, drinking in the erotic sight of your bruised neck—the seal that made you mine. As you slept, I enjoyed the warmth from your body. I listened to your peaceful breaths. I stroked the scars on your arms in the hope of healing you. I lay awake a long time. I sighed as your hands searched for my face over your shoulder, and I kissed your fingertips and helped you get comfortable again. Once I was sure you were safe, I drifted off. Last night, when I remembered all this, I held your scarf between my thighs, and I slept with it like that so you could feel me now. Hold it to your face. When there are tears, I want you to lose the sobs in here as if it were my neck. When you feel lost, remember, you have this scarf to tie you to me. When you don't know what to do, stroke yourself with it as if it was me touching you. Keep it with you. Remember me. Imagine me, your Mistress, for, my beautiful concubine, I am as much yours as you are mine. And you are safe. From the Tent Ch. 02 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. "I want you, am I allowed to want you?" I turn you further towards me. "Hook your legs, either side of me," I guide one leg across so that you are balanced facing me. "I need to check." I push my fingers into a dish of butter, softened even in the shade and use this as a lubricant to work them around your tight little opening. At this angle I can see your mark clearly, I breathe across it as I work one finger into a very wet pussy. "I can feel you want me. Good girl." You rock your hips rhythmically as I explore you with gentle movements. "If you want to please me you must learn that you are not allowed to move when I touch you." You freeze. "Good girl, "I say, working you a little more firmly, "Keep absolutely still. Yes like that. You will learn that the more control I have over you, the deeper your pleasure. And if you disobey..." you stop breathing, "I will punish you." I feel a flood around my hand. "Punish me?" "Yes, my darling." And I kiss you again as I stroke your eager, innocent little pussy, so gently, teasing, drawing out every moment and sensation. I sense you muscles relax and then begin to spasm around my finger. You've kept so still, I know you won't ask so I reward you efforts, "I'll allow you to move, concubine, you've been so obedient that I will indulge you - come for me." "Oh... Mistress! Thank you..." You whimper throwing your head back, gripping my shoulders, "Please Mistress, I want to come...oh...let me!" I still my hand, wanting the emotion and closeness alone to tip you over the edge, "I need you to really ask." My voice is low, close to your ear, "Ask me again." You are covered in perspiration, gasping for air, eyes closed as you concentrate on the heat where our bodies join. "Be still and ask me again." Your cunt throbs - you are so close. "I beg you Mistress! I want you...I'll die...oh, God...please..." "Yes, come for me." You hold perfectly still even as you orgasm; impressed with your devotion to my control I move inside you again, drawing out your pleasure and when I say, "I love you, my darling concubine, so strong, so willing, wriggle for me my darling, I give you permission." You come again with great gasps, calling my name over and over as if I was your very breath. Neither of us speak for a long time. You are limp around me; you don't even have the strength to clasp your hands and I support your weight effortlessly. I whisper endearments into your neck as I stroke your arms; I tell you how loved you are. How lucky I am. I explain how I will protect you and train you while you weep against the hollow of my throat. "So frightened..." you sniff. I wipe your face tenderly with the back of my hand. "Tell me." "Don't want you to leave me. I'd die. I need you." You search my face, "Mistress?" "You worry about me leaving you and I worry about you being hurt. It's inevitable. It's the price we pay." I kiss your eyelids, tasting the salt. I sigh as I am overwhelmed with love and pride. "I will train you – teach you how to feel fear and pain. You will wade through these with your head held high – to me, always to me. You are safe. I am your protector, your Mistress and you belong to me." "When, Mistress? I want to learn to please you." And my heart lurches when you smile and suddenly find the strength to wrap your arms around my neck. I have managed to detach myself from the heat in my cunt until now but suddenly I feel an animal need to fuck you. I glance towards the tent, "When can we start my training?" you whisper into my ear. "Now my darling, my kitten." And we enter the tent arms wrapped around each other for the moment of transition when I will claim that last part of you. To Be Continued... From the Tent Ch. 03 Transition Transition - Part 2 before….. "When, Mistress? I want to learn to please you." And my heart lurches when you smile and suddenly find the strength to wrap your arms around my neck. I have managed to detach myself from the heat in my cunt until now but suddenly I feel an animal need to fuck you. I glance towards the tent, "When can we start my training?" you whisper into my ear. "Now my darling, my kitten." And we enter the tent arms wrapped around each other for the moment of transition when I will claim that last part of you. *** ….what follows… I draw a deep, hot bath and guide you into it. What a difference in a few hours. Before you were unsure, attempting to cover yourself up, now you know who you are – you're mine – and you stand proud yet demure, submissive yet confident. I bathe you lovingly, reverently for a Mistress must take care of her concubine and show she appreciates her obedience. I wash your hair, twisting it carefully as I lather, leaning in to kiss you at every opportunity and each kiss is like the first one we shared, hungry, beautiful almost disbelieving. I run a large sponge across your chest and breasts lifting them tenderly. I raise your arms and soap them, inspecting every detail. I wash your face taking care not to get soap in your eyes. Throughout you gaze at me in adoration while you sit perfectly still waiting for my next instruction. You hook your legs one after the other onto the edges of the bath so I can scrub their length with circular movements, slowly, savoring every inch of perfect, white skin. Then I ask you to stand so I have access to your most intimate parts. You turn for me and I lather your buttocks and notice you flinch in excitement when I slip the rough sponge between your cheeks. "Lean forward a little, Kitten." I take the soap and slide my middle finger along the cleft. "This belongs to me too." I say as I force my finger into your hole, gently. "How does this feel?" "Oh…Mistress…oh…" and to my joy, you manage to stay still. "It doesn't hurt?" as I make tiny little circles inside you. "It's…oh, Mistress, it's…" and your gasping tells me everything. I withdraw my finger and soap two fingers this time, "Every part of you belongs to me. I can touch you anywhere I want, whenever I want and this in itself, makes you happy." Your groans confirm this as I work into you. "I will dress you in fabrics that make you beautiful for me, available to me. Styles that will show you off." I pull my hand away and I hear you moan at the sudden emptiness you must feel so I touch your hip to reassure you, "Look at me, Kitten." You find it hard to turn, a little overwhelmed by the emotion. "Yes Mistress?" "You are beautiful and it is your duty to keep yourself soft and beautiful for me, available. We will surprise each other and adore each other and above all you will obey me." You fall to your knees and grab my ankles, pressing your forehead against my toes, "I love you, Mistress. Thank you for choosing me…" I sigh at the sight of your trembling figure and I crouch down, overwhelmed with love for you. I pull you between my parted thighs, your face to my breasts, your hands to my cunt. "Show me…touch me…make me come, my concubine." I lie back on the soft rugs as you worship between my thighs bringing me slowly, softly, lovingly to an intense climax where I pull your lips, covered in my juices to my mouth and press against your mark with my nails as I ride out the last wave of ecstasy. I place a red, velvet collar around your kissing the dip at the base of your throat, tickling the wisps of hair at the nape of your neck as I adjust it. You look perfect – mine. Then I allow you to dress me for the final moment of transition. You slip the corset across my breasts and crush them tight as you lace it while I talk to you about your new role, "Your first lesson is to keep still until I ask you to move. Sometimes, I will expect it for short times while other times I will test you so severely that it will be necessary to tie you securely so that I have complete control even when you have none." You pull black, silk stockings carefully up my thighs and I wonder if you are lingering a little too long while you smooth and adjust them. I sit wantonly with legs apart and on your knees before me, you lace up my Victorian boots,. I place one heel on your shoulder and you sigh happily and turn to kiss the leather. Your eyes close and unexpectedly, your face creases in agony, "I'm frightened, Mistress." "Stand, concubine. It is time for the last part of your transition and you have nothing to fear, I'm here, always – like our heartbeats." And I kiss you long and hard before I lead you to the centre of the room where your gift is covered with a rich, velvet cloth. "Pull the cloth back. This is for us." You expose a padded trestle and I notice with delight that you automatically touch your mark. "This is where your transition will take place." I almost growl with lust, "Where you will become truly mine" "But I'm already yours, Mistress." My darling concubine, so quick to tears in case you've displeased me. "You are mine, but I need to touch all of you before you feel this." You blush, "All of me? You already have touched all of me." "Not quite, now, bend over…" I push you face first over the trestle arranging your oiled limbs and securing them with black silk scarves to each leg of your new 'toy'. Your pale buttocks, offered up to me thus, look so alluring that I let a loud moan escape before I can check myself. I wander off into the bedroom to my trunk and retrieve what will come to be known as 'our cock' and place it out of sight, behind you. I spend a while examining you from all angles then pull out a tube of lubricant. "Concubine," I sigh, my voice thick with lust, "The transition will be complete when I have deflowered you." I am delighted when I see you pull against the restraints, "As ever, I will expect perfect stillness from you. You will obey me." "Yes, Mistress." Your voice muffled by your awkward position. "And you're 'comfortable'?" "Yes, Mistress, you are a beautiful, kind Mistress." "That's because I love you, my little concubine, my little virgin." I say as I adjust the straps around my hips. Then I kneel and part your cheeks with my oiled fingers. "Does this give you pleasure?" I ask with a grin as I run a slicked finger up the entire length of your cleft and I feel you clench your inner muscles in need. I wonder whether to overlook this 'movement' or not but I decide I need to be firm – start as I mean to go on so, with no warning, I swing my hand back and slap one cheek. You cry out in surprise and pain and I immediately stroke the red area and dart my tongue between your buttocks, lapping hungrily at your entrance while one of my fingers slips easily into your very moist cunt. I can hear you moaning, trying to ride the pain every nerve ending alive with sensation as pleasure quickly chases away the sting. "I love you concubine," I sit back on my heels, blowing gently on your wound, "That's why I give you pleasure, but you were disobedient. You moved. Even the slightest act of rebellion cannot be overlooked." I slap the other cheek even harder than the first, my tongue between my teeth, intensely aroused by your vulnerable, exposed position and this display of control over you. I do not soothe you this time but move round to your face. I lift your hair so I can see you clearly and your eyes light up when you see me. "Speak." "I…I love you, Mistress. I'm so sorry I…" you whimper in despair, "Forgive me, Mistress…c-can you?" "There is no need for me to forgive you," I say, lubricating the cock as I speak soothingly, "This is why I train you – to make you strong. " I run my slippery hand across the entrance to your cunt and let out a little gasp when I see how open you are, how aroused. I position myself behind you grabbing the cock to guide it in and holding your hip with the other hand to pull you towards me as I start to edge forwards, home…"Punishment is a reminder that my will must be done." I ease in very slightly, "That I own you, all of you…" a little further as the pants from beneath me become shorter, more anxious, "remember, you must keep still, you mustn't come until I tell you to. Your pleasure is mine." And as I say the word 'mine' I impale you hard on the cock wringing out a cry of ecstasy or pain from you. "This is the last…place…the one part I haven't claimed…" as I fuck you, I run my hands across your back, neck, the tops of shaking legs, I slump forward for a moment, holding you by the back of the neck, twisting my fingers into your collar as I summon up the strength to finish claiming you. I know you're close and I want to make you come hard as I take complete possession of you. "Concubine, at that moment, when you are about to climax – that's when I want you to move. Until then, not a word, absolute stillness and as you come I want you to increase your pleasure by drawing a long deep breath from the depths of your belly – this will send fire throughout your body. Keep drawing that breath even as you come." I increase the rhythm, long, hard, deep strokes each one a signature, a sign that you belong to me and I want to write it across your back in blood, your face in come, your breast in tears, "I love you. You're…mine. Come for me – come now!" I insist with one last push as I feel you finally move and buck beneath me, screaming in release, "Mistress, fuck me…make me yours, Mistress…show me…" I loosen your ankles and wrists and pull you to the floor where I spread your wide and dive my face into your sopping cunt, eager to show you what your life has become now. When you come again, you sob for a long time afterwards as I curl your body into me and kiss you long and hard, shielding your shaking form from everything outside out tent. "I love you." I say simply, "You are entirely mine. I have you. Safe." And you fall asleep in my arms with a heavy sigh. My concubine. My delight. My love. ~