"Just A Thought" By, Suzette Lynne Date : Wed, 25 Sept 2002      She stands in the doorway of the restaurant and asks that she may enter. He sees her at the door. She is a sublime creature. Too majestic to be a submissive. Yet He knows that she is for Him, and for him alone. His goddess. His Queen of the Night. He watches her as she stands there in the doorway waiting for Him to speak. Her hair is swept up in a gold butterfly clip. One pinch and it would flow loose down her back. Her hair is a deep rich shade of mahogany. She wears a black satin cloak, long and flowing. Tied at her luscious neck. It seems to have a life of it's own. It clings to her, almost protecting her. He instructs a young submissive male to go to her and remove her cloak. From where he stands he looks deep into her eyes. He knows that she will not move, not to enter, or the help the submissive. The young one approaches her, slowly, gracefully. The submissive looks at her, waits for some sigh that he may do as instructed. Seeing no such sign, he turns and looks to the Dom. The Dom's eyes narrow, showing a hint of anger. Moving quickly the young one reaches for the tie pulls it carefully. He moves around to behind her. His slender fingers glide over the smooth surface of the satin. Taking great care not to touch her skin, he slowly he prepares to lift it from her. Fearing the Masters anger should he touch what belongs to Him. His fingers grasp the ties, slowly he removes the satin cloak from the elegant one. He has seen her before. He has served her, served her well. He knows that she now belongs to Him, the dark Master. That he will never taste her skin again hurts him deeply. That he will never be tied by her again. The thoughts rule him, take control of him. He whispers to her from behind, unseen by the Dark Master. You have been missed my Queen. Should you ever feel the need please call upon this lowly servant. The tips of his fingers lightly caress her back. Just to be able to touch her for that all to brief moment thrills him beyond belief. The cloak slips gently over her shoulders. Floating towards the young one. He steps back and away, unseen, unfelt, unnoticed, by her.      All that she can see are His eyes. All that she will hear is His voice. It is His touch that she yearns for. That she will wait for. Once the cloak is removed, The Master smiles. He eyes her slowly from head to toe. Approves of what she has adorned herself with for Him. Her face, done to perfection, clean, pure. Her eyes touched with a hint of color. Her liner applied with skill. Her lips full and the kind that just beg to be kissed. They are painted a deep rich burgundy. She knows that He sees and simply smiles. A smile that He can feel light up the room. It comes from her heart, for Him. His eyes continue to examine her. Her gown is made of gold trimmed black velvet. It clings to her form. Her curves entice Him. The fabric moves slightly as she breaths. Floor length, slit up to reveal her sleek silky muscle toned right leg. The gown is low cut. Shows just enough of her breasts to make Him wish to see more. He knows that her skin will be softer than the velvet that she wears. His eyes narrow. Seeing this she lifts the dress enough to reveal her heels, black strapped ones that complement her delicate feet. He smiles and nods. She turns slowly, as she has used this commanded before and knows . She is a pleasure to behold, He is pleased. She stops when facing Him again. She waits. He is pleased that she has dressed to please Him. He watches her a moment more. Then simply says one word.. "Enter." Hearing that one word sends her heart soaring like an eagle. With the grace of a tigress she enters the room. Moving slowly through the room like a wisp of smoke on a summers breeze. Her eyes not looking away from His for even a moment. Everyone in the room is watching them. Their very presence filling the room with lust and passion. So thick that you can taste it. She approaches Him ever so slowly. Feeling the eyes in the room upon her. Caressing her skin as if they were tiny fingers. She remains on the path to Him, the one who has allowed her to enter.      The Master that has called her to Him. The closer that she gets to him the stronger she feels herself being pulled towards Him. She slows, stops a few feet from this strong Dom. She fears if she gets any closer she will be lost. Lost in His power, lost for all time. Carefully, her movements like a floating feather, she kneels before Him. Kneels before the One that she would call Master. She smiles to Him. Her back straight, knees slightly parted, her hands rest gently on her thighs. Her palms are up and fingers spread gracefully. She slowly closes her beautiful eyes, bows her head. She waits. He watches this woman as she lowers herself as a sign of respect. She is a mystical being. Of that there is no doubt. If He did not see her before Him with his own eyes He would not believe that such a creature existed. He summons up His majestic power and slowly moves towards her. He stops for but a second in front of her. She does not move. Her breathing remains soft and even. His eyes never moving from her. He walks around Her. He can smell her. Smell her sex. He inhales deeply. Her scent filling Him. He thinks to himself that this woman will be a wonder to Him. A pleasure that may cause Him to fall. He shakes off the thought. For it is nothing but a thought after all. He stops again in front of her. She does not move. Her elegant nature pleases him. He reaches towards her. His fingers grasping the hair clip pinching the two sides together. It opens releasing her hair. He removes it carefully in one fluid move. Tosses it to the table that they will soon share. He moves to behind her. He gently combs her hair with His fingers. Watching as her silken locks slip between His fingers, falling to cover her back. He is not sure but thinks that He heard a slight moan escape her. More like He felt it than actually heard it. Carefully watching her as He moves.      Once again He stands before this creature. He leans to her. His hand outstretched, gently He cups her chin. He feels her moan her breath warming His wrist. Applying gradual upward pressure, lifts her face towards His. Looks deeply into her eyes. Softly He whispers to her, "Rise." His hand bringing her to Him. In one sweeping movement she is in His waiting arms. Her head to His strong chest, her arms around Him. His arms holding her close, her body moving as His body commands. The smell of her sex mixing with smell of peaches coming from her hair causing his manhood to stir. His lips seek hers. The room fills with electrical current when they find hers. Their first kiss. So soft, so unsure, so filled with promise. Her heart is warmed deeply by his kiss. His heart pounds as she fills Him with her passion. The smell of her sex fills the room. Growing stronger with each beat of her heart. All that watch are taken in by the lust that fills the two of them. Wishing, that they were taking part in what they see. The kiss softens. She moans so softly. Barely making a sound. He grows stronger, more in control, with each sound that she makes. They release each other from the kiss. He looks deep into her eyes, his soft and welcoming. He Smiles. Whispers welcome, she smiles. He nods to the chair, He knows that without question she will take her seat. With an elegance seldom seen she moves from Him to the chair, she sits. Slowly He moves to His chair, passing behind her as He does. Again He fills Himself with the smell of her. The scent of her sex driving him wild with passion. They watch each other with growing interest as they enjoy their meal. Neither one paying much attention to the food.      He looks to the young one again. Without so much as a word he goes to retrieve her cloak. He stands by the door waiting for them. The Dom stands, He extends His hand to her. The thought of His touch makes her heart beat faster, harder. She rises from her seat, taking his hand, she is unsurprised at how soft it is. They walk towards the door. Appearing to almost float upon the air beneath their feet, they move through the room. The young one gently places her cloak about her. Taking extra care not to touch her. She ties it perfectly, without taking so much as a glance at it. Her eyes never leaving the strong Dom. Without so much as a smile they exit. They leave behind an atmosphere that is sexually charged. So heated that the building could burn and not create as much heat.

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