"My Mistress, I love you more than words can express." he said fighting back a tear.
She reached over and picked up a black leather leash, and moved one finger to tell him to come to her. She attached the leash to him, and forced his head between her legs. She kept a very tight grip on the leash at all times. Her eyes watched him, monitored him, and he opened his mouth and put out his tongue but did not begin. She saw the coffee beside her, and picked it up. She took a sip, set it down, and said very calmly, very deliberately.
"Begin pet."
He did. He licked her very slowly at first. He concentrated on doing it the way he was taught. He did it the way that she wanted it, and he was very in tune with her body, her mind, and her soul. A simple moan one way or the other would tell him all he needed to know about his progress. A look from her was like a book explaining what he did right and wrong. Her touch was like a rapport with her soul. Feeding him information on how he could please her better. He picked up the pace slightly. His tongue beginning to get tired, but it didn't matter, and he didn't slow down. Nothing mattered except her. Her pleasure, her desire, and her will was all that mattered to him. They are his entire being, and his entire reason for living. His tongue darted in and out of Her, moving up and down, side to side, batting her clitoris, and her moans were telling him that he was doing an adequate job. The mornings were always long. She liked them long. She liked to have him between her legs, feeling his head between her thighs for at least an hour right away in the morning. Her will, and control over him was complete. There was no struggle, and no fight against her in him.
After some time she pulled on the leash just a little tighter. He didn't know how or why she decided when it was time for her to cum. He just obeyed. She pulled on the leash and dug her fingernails into his head almost to the point of breaking the skin. He knew that it was time to pick up the pace, and prepare for her to buck like a horse that had never had never been saddled.
Then it happened. The moment that he lives for happened. She started to cum. Her eyes ablaze, her body on fire, and her soul showed in her eyes. She moved so passionately that she seemed to not even be touching the bed, and he just struggled to keep pace with her passion. He strained and struggled to drink every last drop of her love.
Time before
The morning air came into the croft with a chill that made them hold each other just a little bit tighter. The cool, wet air penetrated the furs, and the fire had long gone out. But the fire between them was still there. It was always there. She rose and went to the bowl for water. He was right behind her, holding her, and engulfing her with his blanket held like a cloak. He was wrapping it around her like a predator capturing it's prey. She laughed and turned inside to face him. They were standing face to face, and their naked bodies touching each other. Eye to eye.
They went back to the bed.
"Lass I have to go fight. Our family members are being killed." Her heart sank in her chest, and her mind now went from that Heavenly place to a place that was Hellish. Her love for him knew no bounds, and she knew that he was right. His place in the clan was as a warrior. It was a part of him that she loved, feared, and resented... sometimes.
"Come back to me... please promise... somehow you will come back to me?" Their eyes locked for a moment of silence. The world seemed to be still for a moment. They were in their own universe for that moment.
"I will lass I promise. Somehow I will come back to you." He said softly but clearly to her.
They embraced and both wept slow and silent tears in each other's arms.
"But today let's go out, be together, and enjoy such a beautiful summer day. You are my beautiful lass." He smiled and stared her in the eye, and she smiled back. They started to dress. The air started to get warmer as it moved in through the open passage to the outside. The animals needed tending, and there were so many things that needed to be done, but today they would have to wait. Today was their day to be together. She dressed in her highland clothes. Her wrap around dress was held by her tartan around her shoulder. He put on his kilt and his loose horsehair shirt that she had made for him. They started out for the stone circle.
The sun was beaming so bright it was blinding, and the chill of the late morning air was starting to give way to a misty cool breeze. The mountains were all around them, protecting them. There was nothing to fear here. They were in clan lands. It was the safest place on Earth. They knew every human within fifty miles and fear was never an emotion that was felt walking in these hills. That was the true beauty of Scotland. Life without fear was not normal for people. The grass was still a little wet between their toes and they chased each other, back and forth, on the grasses, across the stream, and up the hill to the place where the standing stones were. The stones had always been there, and they would always be there. In the stones was a profound sense of spirit and oneness with the Earth that could not be put into words, and it could not be described. Description would merely tarnish the value of what they stood for. They simply were. Just like the stones, their love simply was. They were happy, free, loving each other. There were no conditions between them. It was just total and complete love for each other. They got to the top of the hill, and both stopped for a moment. They observed the thing greater than themselves. The stones stood as a reminder of how we are simply passing through this world. We are not truly a part of the world. We must live our lives as if it's just a day, and not contemplate our importance too much. We simply live for love, and the happiness that we can find in each other.
They went to the center, danced and played like children. They ate, drank ale, and held each other all through the day. The watched the clouds race by in a frenzy of shapes and sizes. The country air seemed to just flow into them and they glowed with the power of the Scottish countryside. They were children of this land. As magical and precious as anything that God ever created.
Another time
She composed herself for a moment. Pushed him away, and sat up in bed. She pulled him to her with the leash, drank her coffee, and stroked his hair with her beautiful fingers. This silent moment lasted for a very long time. The only sound was the liquid finding its way down her throat, and the subtle thump of Her replacing the cup on the night table from time to time. He felt completely at home. His head lay on her chest, completely under her protection. He was her property, and her pet. This is the thing that had been missing from his life for so long. It was the thing that he had desired for so long, but could never find. It was the thing that had almost driven him insane when he thought that he might not ever find it. Now he was here with her and her pet... at last. He knew a happiness that could not be put into words.
"Pet, I hope that things are in order today because I really don't want to have to do any remedial training. I have something special planned for us." She said very calmly and deliberately.
"It is my Mistress." He replied looking up at her and smiling through his eyelashes. Her fingers were calmly stroking his nipple. It was a torturously sublime feeling for him, and something that made Her feel more powerful if that was possible. She pushed him on the floor and he went to all fours. She sat on his back and he crawled to the bathroom where everything was set up. There was a towel, bathing supplies, and everything all ready to be used. She got off of him, took off his leash, and gave him a wave of her finger to tell him to take off his panties. She slowly walked into the shower and he crawled in after her. She tossed him down some soap, and he started washing her feet. He was slowly working his way up her body. He carefully washed her feet, her legs, and her thighs. When he got to her temple he stopped.
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