The servant guides her down a wide dark hallway, lit only by the candle that he carries. He stops and opens a heavy wooden door. The light from the room floods the hallway. She enters the room, followed by the servant. The room is stunning, rather large with a high ceiling, welcoming. It is divided into three areas. The first to the right, a sitting area. The furniture is overstuffed the fabric a thick rich thick velvet. The colors are various shades or blue. The furniture faces a enormous fire place. The Fire within rages, not unlike the fire within her. Off to the side of the fire place is an empty bath tub. Something that she will make goos use of, she thinks to herself. The tables are adorned with crystal decorations and silver candlestick holders. She moves further into the room to the dressing area, off to the left. Everything that she could possibly need is set out on the dressing table. Further into the room is the sleeping area, large enough she thinks. It takes up the entire back half of the room. The bed is huge, with a high canopy also done in shades of blue. The room seems to wrap itself around her. On the foot of the bed has been placed a silk robe, snow white with white hand stitched flowers. She lifts it thinking a single word, lovely. She puts the robe on ties it at the waist it fits her as if it were made for her. Looks into the mirror, sees in the reflection that it was in fact made for her. Also hand stitched in white, her name. Smiling to herself she thinks that she will get what she seeks from this Dom. She looks to the servant, does not feel the need to protect herself from him, looks to the tub. She knows that he knows what he is to do. She glides through the room to the dressing table, gracefully sits. Carefully she fingers all of the items on the table. Picks up the heavy silver hair brush, brings her hair around to the front slowly she starts to brush it. The feeling of the brush moving through her hair taking her thoughts away. Long even strokes she continues to brush. She is hardly aware of the man servant filling the tub. Her eyes close as the brush reaches her scalp. With slow sweeping movements she finishes. The tub filled with fragrant hot water waits. With fluid motion she stands and walks to the tub. Unties the robe moves just a bit causing it to slowly slip from her body. An unseen hand catches it. She has become so used to having her needs cared for that she does not even see him. Does not notice that he comes and goes as needed. The man servant takes the robe from the room. She steps into the tub and lowers herself into it. Gently she caresses her skin. Removing almost all of the tell tale signs of the earlier play. The marks left by the blade have become raised be the heat of the water. As her slender fingers glide over her skin she can feel where the knots were tied. Her body has become a living work of art. It saddens her that the marks will fade as her body cools. As she stands to step from the tub unseen hands wrap her in a bath sheet. She dries her silky skin. Slowly and instinctually she traces the web work lines. Feeling them already starting to fade, she sighs softly. She drops the sheet. Hands holding a fresh dressing gown, she ties it absently. While she was bathing garments were placed out for her on the bed. She approves of what was chosen. Sitting at the dressing table she carefully applies her make-up. Her hair is then seen to. Dressing this evening was a pleasure. When she appears to herself in the mirror she is pleased. A floor length black leather skirt. The blouse is burgundy silk and fits her form. The under garments are also burgundy and mad silk. A knock at the door gets her attention. Dinner awaits she hears from the other side of the door. She moves from the room to meet the Dom for the evening meal.      As she enters the dining room He looks surprised. Realizing that she did not ask to enter, He lets it go. His second mistake. The meal is served and eaten. The Dom pushes His chair back from the table. Watching her. "Come." Before He could say another word she was on her feet. The grace and elegance in the way that she moves all but takes His breath away. She does not notice. The tigress moves to right in front of Him. She pushes forward. Her knee gently spreading His legs. She presses forward ever so slowly. Her knee with the touch of a feather against His balls. Standing straight and tall just a few inches from His face. Looking down into His blue grey eyes. He looks closely at her. He thinks to himself that He is seeing her for the first time. Feeling the strength radiate form her. She does not move. Just stands so close that she can feel the heat from his body and continues looking deep into His eyes. Then she simply smiles. He makes his third and final mistake. The Dom asks while looking back into her eyes "is there something that you want?".. Kind Sir "I offer you my heart, but before you accept it know this. I am a Domme I will be treated as an equal and served when the need arises. Will you serve me?" She smiled a smile that touched His soul. He was lost in her and now needed to admit it to Himself. Not an easy thing for a strong Dom to do. But He knew, knew by the way His heart was pounding with her so near. Knew that the smell of her sex was driving Him wild with lust and passion. Knew that He would do just about anything to have this woman, this Domme, this Mistress. To serve her would be easy. Would He be able to submit to her? To kneel before her? That He did not know. Was sure that He would try. Intent upon remaining strong for her He did not move. Did not reply. Her head tilted to the right just a bit, eyes softened. Her fingers came to His cheek caressing Him ever so softly. She was pleased when He leaned to her touch. Her smile softened. She leaned closer to Him her breath warm on His cheek, her lips gently touching Him sending a warm chill through His body. Looking back, that was the moment that He first surrendered to the Mistress. The tips of her nails glide down his cheek so softly that they feel like a spring breeze stopping at His neck. He can feel her passion for Him growing, it seeps from her pores. The smell of her sex deep within getting stronger with each beat of her heart. Her strength showing in all of it's glory. He whispers "what will you ask of this Dom, Mistress." "Would you ask that I kneel before you?" "That I submit all to you?" Her finger comes to His lips stopping Him from asking His questions.. Strong slender fingers move to behind His neck applying slight pressure. Softly she replies "I will ask what I will." "You will be mine." "You will simply comply." She kisses Him deeply her tongue carefully and passionately exploring His mouth. His hands drift genty to her hips. The curve of her fitting into His hands perfectly. She pulls Him close, His head resting against her breast. Her heart calling to His. Her soul blending with His. She knows the effect she is having on Him. Knows that she needs for Him to be hers. Needs to own him, just as He Needs to own her. His manhood throbs against her thigh. Her hunger for Him is great and she will have Him. She steps back a few feet. His heart skips a beat as she does. The sensual smile never leaving her lips she whispers "if i call you will you come?" He stands. It is now that he will see just how strong he will have to be to kneel for her. The thought He finds in a strange way, pleases him. To realize that He is not weak. That He now feels stronger than He ever has. With loving eyes He looks to her and whispers "yes Mistress I will come" "Then Sir I call you now" she says. Never having been on His knees before He had to think about it for a moment. Slowly He lowers Himself to His knees. His back remains straight. As He thinks of the movements required He does them. Knees apart. Butt to feet. Hands to thighs. Palms up and open. He looks to her sees that she is pleased. His heart smiles. He bows his head. He waits

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