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I am, the proverbial, fly on the wall. The all seeing, all knowing one often referred to. I see what goes on behind closed doors. And hear the words as well. Some things are best left for me as much is not as you might expect. Appearances can fool, as well as betray.
Sarah was so very much in love. Being her first D/s relationship, she took quite naturally to the training that her beloved Dom gave her. She was a natural. She adored him from the very beginning and within a short period of time, gave him her valued gift of complete and total trust.
Evan had been in lifestyle as a true and strong Dom for several years. He was excited and thrilled to introduce each new lesson and nuance to her as her passion and enthusiasm feed his own need to control and Dominate. He couldn't have asked for a more willing participant and this refreshed and reenergized his own passions and desires even moreso.
He called for her weekly and weekly she would appear at his door prepared for everything and anything. Her only objective was to satisfy his needs, whatever that might be on that particular day.
Their play advanced with each weeks new visit. Within months, the unfamiliar became both known and loved. Bondage, fisting, administered enema, spankings, and the highest flights in sub space that one could ever dream of or hope for.
Sarah learned her lessons well. She never expected nor anticipated and in her heart she dared to be the fulfillment of his every fantasy come true. She hung on his every word and gave him supreme priority over every other aspect in her full and rich life. Her devotion grew along with her respect and love.
When Paradise felt safe and secure, and when least likely suspected, it all came crashing down around her on a day, almost like any other.
The knock on the front door of his home was expected as Evan went to open it but, this time unlike any other, he took a deep breath before turning the knob. Sara was never late and this time was no exception. With the door now fully opened, she smiled up warmly at him with both her mouth and lovely, clear, green, cat like eyes. Evan often remarked about the sparkle they held and knew that sparkle was illuminating from within her and inspired by his standing in her world.
As he invited her inside, he opened his arms to encircle and hold her. Sarah automatically dropped her purse at her feet, falling into the embrace she lived to be in once again. Trembling hands and racing heart reaffirmed to him her sincerity and happiness in being before him once more. He sensed her excitement through her perspiration and scent, like a wild animal yearning to be captured and tamed.
"How are you little one?' he asked quietly in her ear as she clung to him.
"Very well now, Sir," she whispered back, breathing in his full and familiar aroma. "It is so good to see and feel you Evan, you look, as always, wonderful."
As he released her from his arms, he instructed her to undress and present herself to him along with his collar.
Ever so ladylike, she walked over to the Italian, black, leather couch and slowly began undressing. First her heels were taken off. One by one and placed alongside the couch. She watched his eyes for approval as next she carefully unbuttoned the black silken shirt, folding it neatly and laying it upon the arm of the couch.
He never broke the eye contact with her as he continued to smile slightly, watching her prepare herself for him. She lived within those eyes and imagined it was the place she was meant to be. It was her *heaven on earth* and she lived for each of those moments shared before "Him." He was her Lord and Master in every sense.
Sarah had never been in the habit of wearing undergarments and felt both at home and proud of showing her nakedness to him. Only left now with a short, black, formfitting skirt, she unzipped the back and with one,sensual movement, seductively pulled it down past her curvy ass and strong, shapely legs. Stepping carefully away from it, she now picked it up and folded it with the same care she had given the silk blouse. After placing the skirt on top of the blouse, she waited for his next directive.
"Come to me Sarah," he said softly, motioning her with both arms extended and open.
With every small, slow step taken toward him, she shivered with the thrill of being him being so near. Her eyes begged for his touch in whatever form it took. Her body tingled with the thoughts and remembrance of his feather-like strokes and touches. Within her mind she had memorized the feelings, the adventure and the serenity he brought to her.
Sara lived in each moment, recording it for the future and the times she spent alone, waiting for his call for her.
Once reaching the proper distance, arms length, she bowed her head respectfully and waited. He walked around her, fully inspecting ever inch with his eyes. Studying her every freckle, line and fold.
Then from behind, she felt his warm breath upon her neck. It sent goosebumps over her flesh and she could hear the blood rushing through her body, igniting a fire that burned deep from within. Her nipples hardened and her sex became moist and warm. She smelled the fragrance of her desire now rising to fill them both in every breath taken.
Her collar, which she held firmly and lovingly in her petite hands, was now taken from her by his own strong and large ones.
As he put it around her neck and playfully teased it on her sensitive skin, she trembled as her breath quickened, merely by the well learned feel and comfort it brought. Once fastened at it's naturally trained spot, she sighed in full contentment. She lived to be in his collar and yearned to be owned fully and completely by him, and no other.
"Bend over," he said, holding her at her waist from behind and letting his fingertips trace the bumps of her spine ending near the crack of her bottom. He chuckled in amusement in seeing his affect on his faithful subbie.
With both hands as his instruments, he felt her flesh, checking for any changes, trauma or unusual bumps. He only found smooth clear and tight skin which she worked hard at caring for, for his pleasure and enjoyment.
He spread her checks and pressed his face firmly into her ass. Only with the tip of his tongue did he give her a gentle, little lick to tease her already aroused state. Stroking gently down each leg at the same time, he found her little toes curled and nearly grabbing the Berber carpet of his smartly decorated home.
Taking the time to slowly feel each little digit and gently pull at each, he lifted each foot into his hands and scratched the bottom, one at a time, with his nails allow her to feel the contrast in touches.
With only the direction of his arm around her waist and the other lifting the lowered portion of her upper body, he helped Sarah steady herself as she had already been going deeper and deeper within her own little zone of pleasure. While her head and eyes remained lowered, he gingerly raised both arms to her sides in a "T" like style and continued his thorough inspections of her flesh. Carefully brushing each of her aroused nipples and giving each a firm squeeze before moving on to the next one.
Up the sides of her torso, down the upper parts of her arms then gliding along the underside of each. Each little hand and finger, touched by his firm warmth. He left no flesh overlooked.
Now, standing directly in front of Sarah, with the tips of two fingers, he gently lifted her chin to raise her eyes and waiting lips and engulfed her mouth with his own. His kiss so hard that her teeth nearly hurt, while she knowingly sucked hard upon his tongue only to exchange and allow him to suckle on her own.
If given permission, she would have cum hard right then and there but...it was not yet the time. Their kissed enveloped her and her arms could not hold him tight enough for her to feel they had melded into one. The more she embraced him, the harder he kissed her. As passionately as she soared in flight, he quickly ended the connection and gently pushed her a bit away.
"Sarah, I need to shower. Go run my water to the correct temperature and ready it for me now."
Without another word, she was off, almost sprinting to the master bath and the enclosed glass shower she had shared many a memorable time in with "Him."
As she carefully found his preferred warmth in the water, he entered the bathroom already undressed.
"It's ready for you Evan," she announced as he smiled and motioned for her to move out of the way of the shower door.
"You, shall sit here on the countertop and wait for me," he said patting the top of the vanity and lifting her simultaneously.
"Thank you Sir," escaped automatically from her mouth as she now sat as he positioned her, with legs spread and hands atop her firm thighs.
The large room soon filled with a steam from the hot water now beating down upon his tall, slender body. It enhanced her own steam escaping from every orifice of her flesh. She watched her Master scrub his firm belly with a soapy washcloth and she wished for that moment, she was the washcloth.
Sarah sat in silence, focused on Evan, never moving her eyes away. Something felt odd, though it was just a feeling creeping over her. She couldn't put her finger on it but acknowledged it to herself. Each time this feeling started taking over her, she quickly returned her thoughts to her beautiful Dom, enclosed in the cut glass container of the shower.
She would not permit herself to expect or anticipate at any cost as she knew better. She tried to blow it off as "just asking for trouble" and focused on how handsome and strong he looked.
How much of herself she had given him without question. How her blind trust allowed herself to just be in his presence without fear or worry. He had earned that trust through each thought and action and she would not allow her straying mind to sabotage this wondrous gift.
Evan never made eye contact with Sarah while showering but efficiently, almost robotic like, scrubbed away, bringing a red glow to his being. When he turned off the water, he motioned to Sarah to bring him his towel. After hopping down from the vanity and handing it to him , he said in a voice quite different from one she was accustomed to, "Go lie on the bed Sarah. On your back and wait for me there."
He didn't have to say this twice as she quickly made her way to the master's bed and climbed up. She positioned herself on as instructed. Gazing at the ceiling, she nearly noticed me as I crept across, headed for my spot on the wall. The spot where I could view their nights activities without being noticed.
Within minutes, Evan entered his bedroom, walking past the bed, to his closet where he kept his toys of wonder. This alone, ignited the desire and passion which had cooled briefly in the moments she found alone in the bedroom.
Sarah continued staring at the ceiling only catching glimpse's of his activity from the corner of her eye.
"Close your eyes girl and spread those legs for me," commanded Evan. She did so at once and found him lifting her head, rougher than usual, to blindfold her with both a mask and a scarf, as near as she could tell.
"Can you see Sarah, anything at all, any light?" he asked.
"No Sir, I can't see a thing," she replied in compliance to his query.
"Good then, lay still and open your mouth wide." As she opened her mouth, now really getting turned on to what possibilities he might bring, he shoved a ball gag tightly into her mouth and fastened it to the point of near pain.
"That should do nicely," he commented under his breath.
He started next with each wrist. To Sarah it must have felt odd to have this thick, new rope tied around her tiny wrist then attached to the corner of the headboard. He had never used coarse rope on her before. Chord, scarfs, tape, but never rope. He pulled each arm tightly, giving little room for slack, much less any movement.
Before going to her legs, he lifted her ass off the bed and proceeded to elevate her with several firm pillows. Now this was a new sensation. She, as always, played right along to every movement he made and direction he positioned her body.
The same type of rope was then wrapped around each ankle and pulled outward to each corner of the bed. He left a bit more slack here for movement but once put where each leg belonged, she didn't move a muscle.
She could hear his quiet footsteps heading back to the closet and another new sound appeared. That of chains. He took moments to retrace each bond, adding an additional one with chains. The sound enhanced the entire scenario for her and she hoped, as much for him.
The sound of rattling chains was broken by the doorbell. It startled her as it was the very first time she had ever heard it. It wasn't late but never had their play ever been interrupted by a visitor calling.
Without a word, he left the room to answer it and shoo whoever it was away. She struggled to hear his voice through the blindfold that partially covered her ears and somewhat restricted sound.
But instead of hearing "His" voice, she heard another. Muffled but, distinctly another.
I could feel the cold chill that now ran down her spine as her body stiffened and adrenaline started pumping through her veins.
She heard the shuffling of two sets of feet approaching the bedroom. You could see her mind freeze somewhere between fright and surprise.
"So now, this is my new slave you present me with Evan," said a strange male voice speaking to her Dom.
"Yes, Sir," he responded though the tone in his voice was erie and strange. This did not sound like her Dom but, she knew it was his voice. This voice was not soft and even, quiet and controlled. It was like a subordinate, answering to a boss. It was a voice of a submissive.
"And her cunt Evan, will it be pleasing to me?" he now asked.
Sarah tried to scream but found that she could make no sound at all with the ball gag so tightly in place. Panic set in and she became frantic with horror.
They had always discussed new scenes and play time beforehand. He had always assured her that her limits and lines drawn, would not be crossed, but respected. She had always had the security of knowing that her "safe word" would stop any occurrence by her simple use of it but now...
"Didn't he realize," she screamed in her head, "I can't use my safeword while my mouth is bound shut tightly," didn't he...
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