Mistress Desires Your Service
Vyxen © 2007

Friday 1:45 pm

"All right girls and boys, time to put the pillows away and get ready
to go back to your classrooms" Deirdre announced, closing the
storybook and rising from the floor.

"Awww, Ms. Tay-lor! One more story!" several kindergarteners called
out in unison.

"Not this time," came the reply.

And as usual, it was met with more groans and sighs. Ms. Taylor
exchanged rueful glances with the students' teachers as they trudged
to follow her commands to put pillows away, gather their things and
form lines to return to their respective classrooms. Such was the
usual Friday afternoon end of story time routine. She, smiled and
patted heads, returned hugs and said goodbye as each of the 25
children made their way out of the small school Library.

Now that she was alone, she smiled a different sort of smile as she
thought of what she'd done on Monday to set events in motion to
assure that the weekend that lay before her would be a memorable one.
On Monday, she'd summoned her submissive. She pictured his face when
he'd heard her voice on his voicemail. Her messages were always
direct.

"Your Mistress desires your service. You will receive an email later
today with all of the instructions you will need. I expect a prompt
reply."

The voicemail had been sent in the wee hours of the morning, a time
when she was certain the submissive would have been asleep. She loved
catching him unawares. The email spelled out the details of when and
what she required of him. They lived in different cities and one of
her favorite tasks for him was finding a new place to meet. She would
choose the date. His assignment would be finding suitable
accommodations for their sessions. A weekend meeting like this only
required that the drive be relatively short. Each of them would have
a 4- hour drive this time, a small price to pay for the pleasures
that awaited them.

His reply had indeed been prompt. He'd left a voicemail for her as
well.

"Mistress, it is my desire to please you, always."

She'd smiled and pressed the button to save this message. His voice
held just the right amount of anticipation and desire. In the days
that followed, he'd contacted her again with information regarding
arrangements he'd made for lodging. This time, he'd rented a beach
house for the weekend. It was fall. She loved the beach in the fall.
And like a good submissive, he'd remembered.

She glanced up at the large clock on the wall, 2 PM.

"Thirty more minutes and I'm outta here."

She busied herself tidying shelves, and willing the time to pass just
a little more quickly. A small shiver of anticipation worked its way
through her body as she imagined her submissive kneeling before her,
ready to please. It had been months since she'd played with him and
the thought of him worshiping her body in a few hours brought the
familiar warmth between her thighs and she felt her clit press
against her lacy panties. She wondered if thoughts of her were having
a similar effect on him.

"They'd damn well better be!" she muttered through clenched teeth.

Friday 7:30 PM – The Beach house

Prompted by the voice of the car's navigational system, Deirdre took
the final turn onto the private lane that led to the beach
house. "Perfect", she thought to herself. "Nice and private." She
pulled her car up alongside his SUV and turned off the engine. He
immediately came outside and was soon beside the car, opening the
door.

"Hello, my Queen." He said softly, his lips brushing her cheek as she
rose from behind the steering wheel.

"Garrett," she breathed his name against his ear hugging him in
greeting.

He stepped away from her and moved toward the back of the car, deftly
removing her car keys from her hand with practiced grace.

"I'll get your bags."

With her familiar backpack 'toy bag' flung over his shoulder, he
pulled her wheeled suitcase behind him and followed her up the short
staircase onto the wide porch and to the door. He reached past her
and opened the door. Deirdre stepped in onto a beautiful hardwood
floor that had been polished to a high sheen. A huge stone fireplace
dominated the two-story great room. Tasteful mission style furniture,
colorful rugs and several lit candles on the mantle and tables gave
the room a warm cozy feel. He stood behind her as she looked all
around the room, waiting.

"Very nice." She said approvingly.

"Bedroom and bath are upstairs" Garrett said moving toward the
staircase in the far corner of the room. "And there's a hot tub on
the deck out there" he said nodding toward a set of French doors that
flanked the fireplace as he passed them. He carried her bags up the
stairs and into the bedroom.

Deirdre stretched and shook off some of the road weariness. She'd
explore the beach house soon enough. For now, she moved into the
great room and seated herself on the leather sofa directly opposite
the fireplace. Garrett had laid everything in readiness for a fire.
Soon he returned from upstairs. She noticed that he'd removed his
clothes and now wore boxer briefs, as she required. She admired his
thickset muscular frame. He came and knelt before her.

"It is my desire to please you always, Mistress. I've started a bath.
Juice, wine and water are chilling in the kitchen as instructed. What
would you like to drink?"

She leaned forward and caressed his face raising his gaze to meet
hers. She smiled "You've done well, Garrett. I'll have a glass of
Cranberry juice."

"Yes, Ma'am." He rose quickly went into the kitchen.

Friday 8:30 – After the Bath

Deirdre liked her bath time alone. She used this quiet time to
reflect and relax. When she was almost ready to get out of the tub,
she called to Garrett. A few moments later, she heard his soft knock
at the door.

"Come."

He entered and stood ready with the heated bath sheet he'd just taken
from the dryer in the laundry room downstairs. He slowly and
carefully dried every inch of her body, and then followed her into
the bedroom and reverently applied body oil to her still damp skin.
He began at her feet and worked his way up slowly, carefully until
he'd massaged every inch of her. His breath had quickened by the time
he was done and Deirdre noticed the unmistakable evidence of his
arousal indicated at the front of his briefs.

"Take these off," she said softly, tugging at his waistband. He
quickly complied. She stood facing him, so close her full breasts
brushed against his chest. He obediently kept his hands at his sides,
knowing not to touch Mistress without express permission or
invitation. She reached down and caressed his sac, then shaft
watching his expression as she stroked him. She could feel him
throbbing in her hand.

"Garrett, I want you to shave me tonight, she murmured against his
ear" as she smoothly stroked him.

He groaned as she used her thumb to smear a small amount of pre-cum
around on the head of his now twitching dick. She released him, and
moved to sit on a low oversized ottoman near the foot of the bed,
spreading a towel beneath her.

"Go and get what you need to shave me," she commanded.

In a few moments he returned carrying a basin, more towels a razor
and shaving cream. He moved a lamp closer to the ottoman and knelt
between Deirdre's spread legs. He used warm water from the basin to
moisten her closely trimmed pubic hair and worked the shaving cream
into lather. Slowly and carefully he shaved. As he shaved, she became
more and more aroused. Her lips became fuller and her clitoris stood
out more. He became intoxicated by the smell of her heated sex. His
erection was almost painful and her clitoris was as hard and as fat
as he'd ever seen it.

"Mistress, May I please you?" he asked.

He was almost breathless with desire. She did not speak. Instead she
reached out to him and pressed his face into her freshly shaven
pussy. He immediately began sucking on her swollen clit and she
rocked her hips back and forth moaning in pleasure. He adjusted his
position and soon she felt him press a finger deep inside her, all
the while never letting up the suction on her clitoris. The searching
finger found its mark; her G-spot and a wave of pleasure caused her
to arch her back and cry out. A rush of wetness flowed from her and
Garrett moaned in response. Her legs started to tremble and she knew
it would be just a few seconds now. Wave after wave of pleasure
washed through her. She pressed Garrett's face right up into her and
ground her pussy into his face as she came. When she relaxed her
grip, he kissed her thighs and pussy softly then rested his head on
her Mont of Venus.

They lay like that for a few moments then he asked, "Would you like
something to drink, Mistress?"

"No, I'm ok right now," she almost whispered. She moved to lie on the
bed. "Come up here with me."

He followed her onto the bed and curled beside her, with his head on
her stomach. He placed a hand on her thigh.

"May I please you more?"

"Not just yet, Garrett," she chuckled "at least not that way. I have
something else in mind in a little while."

She caressed his back as she spoke. She noticed that he was still
hard and throbbing.

"Lie on your back and place your hands at your sides, palms flat on
the bed" He rolled over easily and positioned himself as he'd been
told. "Spread your legs" She commanded, moving to give him
room. "That's it. Now move to the center of the bed. Good" She stood
beside the bed for a few moments admiring his naked body. His
erection was pressed against his stomach now and a small pool of pre-
cum was forming. "I'm not going to restrain you, but if you move, you
will be punished, do you understand me?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Remain exactly in the position you are in." She ran her hands up and
down his body lightly, caressing his chest, his stomach, his thighs,
his calves, then back up again slowly, rhythmically, never once
touching his cock or his balls though he longed and almost ached for
her to do so. After a while she focused her attention on his now
erect nipples. She allowed her fingertips to tease them; she pinched
them first lightly, then gradually harder and harder. He groaned, and
she noticed that he had closed his hands into fists.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You moved." She tapped
the back of one of his hands lightly with a fingernail. "I said palms
flat." She stepped away briefly and moved to her toy bag. She took
out her favorite toys….the nipple clips. She pinched and teased his
nipples again placing one clip then the other. She placed a hand
against his chest and felt his heartbeat quicken as she tightened the
clips on each nipple. He moaned as she blew her warm breath against
the sensitized tips. His muscles tightened in an effort to remain
still beneath her touch. She moved away from him and returned to her
toy bag then went to sit on the ottoman. "Come here Garrett" He rose
from the bed and went to her. He stood before her, the clips
painfully tight on his nipples, his body on fire from her touch. She
reached and stroked his hard cock up and down. "You are making your
Mistress very happy, tonight Garrett." She said as she stroked him.
She focused her attention on the sensitive underside, a particularly
responsive spot for him just below the head and ran her thumb back
and forth along the ridge there, smiling when warm wetness flowed
from the tip. She placed her other hand between her own thighs and
stroked her clit lightly. She didn't want to cum, only to create more
wetness. When her sex was wet enough for Garrett to hear it, she
instructed him to lie across her lap and place his dick between her
thighs, right up against her smooth lower lips. Being that close to
her warm slit yet unable to enter her was almost enough to send him
over the edge and she knew it. She closed her thighs around him and
felt him throb in response. She felt her clitoris harden again.
Holding him like this always had this effect. "You had better not cum
until I say you can. Do you understand me?" she said as she caressed
his buttocks.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Tell me why you are here."

"It is my desire to please you always", came the reply as the first
blow fell.

She spanked him at varying speeds and intensities. His hips bucked
slightly stroking his dick between her thighs and against her clit.
She felt herself becoming wetter and hotter and felt him growing even
harder. She settled into a rhythm now and slowly increased the speed
and force of the blows, massaging and caressing his muscular buttocks
between spanks and squeezing his ever-hardening dick between her warm
wet thighs. She used her left hand to lightly caress his lower back
and the top of his buttocks while she spanked with her right. At
times she trailed the nails of her left hand up and down his back,
creating an overload of sensations on Garrett's body. Soon both were
moaning and breathing heavily as her right hand made contact again
and again. She slowed, wanting to draw their session out as long as
possible, loving the delicious anticipation. She reached to the floor
beside the ottoman and retrieved the magnetized weights for the
nipple clamps and put them in place now. The clamps painfully pulled
his nipples downward. She reached underneath to tease the tips of his
nipples with the fingertips of her left hand now. Her right hand
tenderly caressed his nicely warmed buttocks and then gave him a few
quick sharp spanks on the tender lower halves. He moaned at the
increased sensations. She smiled to herself. She loved the way Garret
gave himself to her with total abandon. Occasionally as she spanked,
she would allow a finger to slide between his butt cheeks. From time
to time, a fingertip grazed his asshole, teasing him and sending new
sensations up and down his spine. Garrett squirmed and moaned in
response. She set a steady rhythm, varying the intensity of the
blows. Sometimes caressing, sometimes delivering a blow that would
cause Garrett to gasp, but all the while tightening her thighs around
his throbbing shaft, with each blow. She picked up the small bottle
of lubricant that was on the ottoman beside her and held it above his
buttocks squeezing some of the clear liquid onto the crack of his ass
and watching it disappear between his cheeks. She pressed a finger
into the cleft and worked the lubricant around and into his tight
asshole. She then lifted a slim vibrator from beside her as well it's
curved tip perfect for stimulating the prostate. She slowly and
carefully worked it back and forth easing more and more into him
until it was fully inside.

"Go lie on the bed" she said.

He quickly moved to comply. Crawling up on to the bed then lying on
his back. She straddled his face first, and he reached up and pulled
her hips down to him, eagerly licking her dripping pussy.
Instinctively he found the most sensitive spot on her clitoris and
began flicking his tongue across it rapidly. Deirdre sat down on
Garrett's face completely, grinding into it as she came for the
second time that evening, gasping and crying out. She quickly moved
down and reached underneath him to switch on the vibe. She straddled,
Garrett, taking him in a single thrust and began riding him hard and
fast. He met her thrusts wildly. Soon he was moaning and crying out
as her muscles and the vibe worked their magic.

"Mistress, may I cum, please?" he asked hoarsely.

"Hold on just a little longer," she whispered in his hear as she
leaned forward to hold him closer. "Hold your breath." He did as she
instructed. Holding on as long as he could, then panting his request
again, this time more urgently. "Just a little longer, my pet, " she
whispered in his ear slowing slightly. Reaching behind her this time
to bury the vibe deeper inside him pressing it right up against his
engorged prostate. When the request for release came the third time,
she knew by the urgency in his voice that he was at the breaking
point. "Yes, Now….baby..NOW!" The orgasm seemed to rend itself from
deep within Garrett's soul. And he was stunned by it's intensity.
Mistress' pussy muscles milked his seed from him while the vibe
simultaneously nudged his prostate forcing it to empty itself. His
body bucked wildly and he wanted more than anything to drive himself
as deeply as possible. Mistress matched each stroke perfectly, her
strong thighs wrapped around his hips, leaning close now her lips
brushing his ear as she whispered, urging him on. "Yes, that's it…
give it to me. Don't hold back." As if he had a choice. And in a
rush, the wave swept through him, leaving him entirely spent. He
didn't remember her removing the vibe or moving to his side. Yet when
he came to his senses again, this was the case. He lay with his head
on her chest and her softly stroking his back.

And he hoarsely and softly said, "It is my desire to please you
always, Mistress." She bent to kiss his forehead.

"And you please me well, my pet" was her reply. With that, she
reached down and pulled up the covers and they each fell into an
exhausted sleep.

Saturday 7AM

Garrett awoke, and for a few moments just laid silently spoon
fashion behind Deirdre. He breathed in the smell of her and slightly
tightened his arm around her waist. As he listened to her quiet
breathing, he marveled at how at times like his he was always
overcome with such an intense desire to protect, care for and always
to please the woman in his arms. He recalled her words from the night
before; "You are making your Mistress very happy tonight, Garrett."
And once again felt the same mixture of pride, and happiness, and
desire. He eased silently out of bed and headed to the shower.

Saturday 10 AM

The rich aroma of Jamaican coffee filled the kitchen. Garrett heard
the sound of the shower stop and knew that in a few moments Mistress
would be downstairs. He poured a fresh cup of coffee and added the
proper amounts of sugar and cream and placed it on the table. He
opened the refrigerator and took out the bowl of cantaloupe,
strawberries and pineapple he'd sliced earlier and spooned some into
a smaller bowl and placed it on the table.

He briefly wondered what his staff at the office would think to see
their boss in the kitchen clad only in boxer briefs busily preparing
breakfast for his Mistress. He chuckled to himself to think what they
must have made of his erratic behavior of the past week and his
sudden "illness" on Friday. He hardly ever took a day off, but
getting to the beach house ahead of Mistress, and making sure things
were in order had required it. He folded a napkin and placed it
beside the bowl of fruit and added a fork, just as Deirdre stepped
into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Pet" she said.

She wore a short white silk robe loosely tied at the waist and
nothing else. The white fabric made a nice contrast against her
smooth brown skin. Her hair was casually pulled back into a loose
ponytail.

"Good Morning Mistress."

Garrett greeted her in the center of the kitchen and she playfully
pinched one of his nipples. He winced as its soreness reminded him of
last night's play. A wicked gleam flickered in her eyes as she saw
this.

"Mmmmmmmm, coffee smells wonderful," she said walking toward the
table.

He watched her as she walked, admiring the easy comfort she had with
her body. Deirdre was curvy, buxom, but unlike many women above a
size 12, she was not in any way self-conscious. Instead she moved
like a woman whose body had been worshiped well and often. Indeed,
Garrett would without hesitation pay homage to her at this moment if
she so wished. He felt his cock stir at the thought. Deirdre turned
and sat at the table and caught him admiring her body and smiled a
secret smile, which she hid with a raised coffee cup.

As she ate breakfast, she asked Garrett about his work and learned of
what new developments there had been in his life during the months
since they'd last seen each other, and she told him of hers. As they
talked, Garrett moved about the kitchen, preparing a marinade and
placing steaks in it that would later be grilled for dinner. He came
to refill her coffee cup and she placed a hand on his arm.

"Sit a while with me Garrett."

He sat with her, placing the coffee pot on the table nearby. She
stroked his thigh underneath the table. God he loved having her hands
on him. She looked thoughtful for a moment and Garrett wondered if
she had something serious on her mind. But then she blinked, and
smiled at him. And that old familiar surge of protectiveness and
pride and desire flooded through him again. She lightly brushed her
palm against his chest, making contact with his tender nipples again
and sending a tingle through his body.

"I really enjoyed you last night." She said, that wicked gleam
returning to her eyes again.

"It is my desire to please you always," he replied automatically.

"Is it?" she asked, leaning closer, her lips almost touching his as
she spoke. Her hands roamed over his body caressing his chest and his
thighs. He felt weak with desire.

"Yes, Mistress, always, " he whispered.

"Hmmmmmmm. We shall see," she said moving to stand in front of him.

She straddled the chair he was sitting on and opened her robe. She
sat on Garrett's lap and wrapped her legs tightly around the chair.
He could feel the soft/firmness of her buttocks pressed against him
and the heat of her. He knew she felt his growing erection.

"What time is it Garrett?"

He blinked in surprise at her question. He looked at the clock on the
stove on the other side of the Kitchen.

"It's 11:00 AM Mistress." He replied, slightly confused.

"Alright," she said. "At 11:00 PM, if you have been very, very good,
I may let you cum. But until then, your only concern, your only
desire is to please me. Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Deirdre had once told Garrett that the consequence of disobedience
would be that she'd stay away from him longer. He could hardly bear
the months apart now. Therefore, whatever her demand, he strove to
comply. She kissed him deeply and hungrily now, and he returned her
kisses with corresponding passion. They kissed like this for several
minutes then she stood up and took his hand.

"Come here" she almost growled her voice husky with desire. He
followed her into the living room and she pushed him down onto the
sofa, tugging his underwear down past his hips. "I want those off"
she demanded.

Garrett quickly finished removing them. The look on her face was
intense and determined, fiery. Seeing her like this immediately
quickened Garrett's pulse as well. She knelt in front of him and
spread his legs and began licking his shaft slowly up and down. She
trailed her fingernails up and down his inner thighs and Garrett let
out a long moan. She spread his legs further apart and moved in to
tongue his balls, taking first one gently inside her mouth then the
other and his legs started to tremble. She knew all of his secrets,
all of his tender and most sensitive places.

She looked up at him and smiled then allowed her tongue to travel
back up the shaft toward the head swirling around and around before
taking just the head between her full soft lips. She worked her lips
slowly back and forth over the head and the ridge just behind the
head, hearing his moans of pleasure. She closed her eyes and reveled
in the feel of him and his taste. Soon she was taking more and more
of him into her mouth working in an easy rhythm. Garrett worked his
hips back and forth lost in the pleasure he received from Mistress.

She paused, "Remember what I said, Garrett!"

He stopped moving. She patted his thigh gently and flicked her tongue
back and forth against the sensitive ridge beneath the head of his
cock. He wanted to speak but didn't trust his voice while her tongue
was at work there. She chuckled at his silence.

"Oh don't worry Garrett. You know how much I love having you in my
mouth. You ARE pleasing me right now. You just concentrate on not
cumming."

With that she began sucking him earnestly again her fingertips
playing at the sensitive underside of his sac and he had to call upon
every technique he'd ever learned to delay orgasm.

Gradually she slowed then stopped. She looked up at him. Garrett had
his head thrown back and his eyes closed. Even though Deirdre was no
longer touching it his dick twitched in the air. He took several deep
breaths to compose himself, still feeling as though he were on the
edge of orgasm. His heart pounded and he realized he was clutching
the cushions of the couch. He opened his eyes and met her gaze. The
look that passed between them was one of tenderness and of desire and
so much more than either of them could convey.

She lay on her back on the floor now and reached out to him. He moved
between her legs and began licking her swollen lips, tasting her
wetness. She'd become so excited that she opened up to him, like a
flower. He spread her lips and concentrated on her hardened clit,
quickly flicking his tongue back and forth across the tip. He was
rewarded for his effort by it becoming even harder. He pressed the
foreskin back and exposed more of the sensitive nub and began sucking
it as she'd sucked his dick. His lips formed the perfect suction and
she bucked her hips against him as he continued to pleasure her.

He probed her with his middle finger, sliding it in to find that
familiar roughened g-spot. Her back arched and her moans increased
when he made contact. He moaned also, causing a vibration against her
clit that sent her spiraling even closer to climax. His dick was so
hard it was painful and he wanted nothing more than to bury it inside
her at this moment. But right now, he could only work at pleasing
Mistress. And please her he would. He pressed harder against her g-
spot and sucked harder on her clit. She started to tremble. He knew
she was very, very close now and he wanted to give her as much
pleasure as he could. He worked his finger against her g-spot back
and forth harder and harder, never letting up on the suction on her
clit. Wetness flowed out of her bathing his hand and he felt her
muscles clench inside of her. She arched her back and screamed as her
muscles began to spasm. He stroked her like this for a few more
moments riding out the orgasm. Then returned his attention to her
clit, licking it in quick light strokes, feeling it begin to grow
again, taking her to a higher peak than before. He stroked her g-
spot with two fingers now, pressing firmly and was rewarded with a
warm flood as she came again. Her moans and cries were music, a song
he never tired of hearing. He sucked her clit hard again and the
next wave of pleasure cascaded upon the first. Her muscles rippled
against his probing fingers. Dimly he felt her hands upon his
shoulders, pushing him away. He complied and moved away from her a
bit.

When the orgasm subsided, he moved to lie beside her and gathered her
into his arms holding her like a child as she shuddered
uncontrollably. He rocked her in his arms silently for a few moments
allowing her to feel the solidity of his presence. She clung to him
tightly with her eyes squeezed shut, taking deep breaths willing
herself back into control. When she'd regained her composure, she
stroked his chest lightly then rolled away from him and stood up.
Without a word, she walked out of the room and up the stairs. Garret
watched her go. He was used to her retreating like this. He got up
and looked for his underwear. Damn his dick was still rock hard and
throbbing. It was going to be a long day.

A jumble of emotions went through Deirdre as she walked up the
stairs. She needed time and space right now. At times like this she
felt most vulnerable. As explosive as the orgasms she'd just
experienced had been, she knew that there was more between she and
Garrett than just great sex, she simply refused to deal with it. She
reminded herself of the other emotional ties their real lives held.
She longed to return to the living room and just lie with Garrett and
hold him and be held by him, but she was too afraid of all that that
entailed. And so, as usual, she retreated.

Deirdre came downstairs after having showered and dressed. She wore a
white cotton blouse and jeans casual canvas shoes. "Garrett" she
called to him as she reached the bottom of the stairs, suddenly
wanting to be close to him again. The house was quiet. She looked in
the kitchen. It was empty. Just then she heard the front door open
and close. She turned to see him enter. He was still dressed, or
undressed rather wearing only the boxer briefs as allowed when they
were alone like this. He carried two gift bags in his hands.

"I was in a hurry yesterday and I forgot to bring these in." he said.

She smiled at him. "Well, I was in a bit of a hurry myself last
night," she replied with a warm laugh. She reached to rub his back as
he came near her and they walked to the living room together. She sat
on the sofa and he sat easily, comfortably at her feet. He offered
his first gift. She removed a large dark blue velvet box from amidst
beautiful tissue paper. She opened the box to reveal a beautifully
crafted crystal clock. This would make a perfect addition to her
collection.

"Garrett, this is absolutely beautiful. Thank you." She said
rewarding him with another of her smiles.

He silently handed her his other gift. She reached inside the bag and
removed a ring box. She held the box for a second or two before
opening it. The slim silver band inside was beautifully designed and
had the word GODDESS engraved on it. She lifted it from the box to
examine it more closely. As she did so, she noticed that other words
were also engraved on the band. Turning it, she read the words DIVA,
QUEEN and BITCH respectively. Garrett watched her face, waiting to
see what her reaction would be. She laughed when she saw the last.

"So you're calling me a bitch, eh?" she said cutting her eyes at
Garrett.

"Not in a bad way."

She shook her head, and slipped the ring onto her finger. She
squeezed his shoulder.

"Get dressed. Let's go for a walk."

Garrett went upstairs to get dressed as commanded. She smiled after
him.

Saturday Evening Dusk

The sun sank low on the horizon. Deirdre sat in the sand between
Garrett's thighs leaning back against his chest. Her eyes were closed
and she listened to the sound of the surf.

"I have a challenge for you Garrett" she said without opening her
eyes.

"Yes, Mistress," he murmured against her ear.

"I want you to make me cum. BUT...you can't touch me below the
waist, " she said shifting so that she was even closer to him. They
were alone on the beach now. "If you are successful, I will allow you
to cum at 10 instead of 11. If you're NOT successful...you will have
to wait until tomorrow morning. Do you accept this challenge
Garrett?"

Garrett considered the challenge. He had a few questions. "Do I have
to make you cum within a certain time limit?"

"No, take all the time you need."

"May we go inside?"

"Yes. Now, Garrett you realize that I'll be resisting. I'm not going
to let you get me off all that easily. You'll have to work for it.
So, do you accept the challenge?"

He briefly tightened his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek.

"Yes Mistress. I accept the challenge."

They rose and walked hand in hand back to the beach house. He turned
on a couple of lamps and made a fire in the fireplace. Next he went
into the kitchen and returned with a pitcher of juice and glasses.
These he sat on the coffee table. Next he sat on the floor, at
Deirdre's feet again.

"May I begin my challenge now Mistress?" He asked looking up at her,
his eyes full of desire.

"You may."

"May I come up on the sofa with you?"

She looked at him and the way he looked at her. Her cheeks felt warm.
She nodded her assent. He slowly moved from his place on the floor
and came up on the sofa beside her. He cradled her face in his hands
and softly, gently began kissing her lips, savoring them, thoroughly
tasting them. Garrett knew Deirdre's secrets too. He knew that her
lips were almost as sensitive as her breasts. He took his time
brushing his lips against hers, nibbling sucking her lower lip into
his mouth. He kissed her like this for several minutes until she
began to moan. She turned her face away from him, resisting any
further kisses.

He then turned his attention to her ear, gently kissing her earlobe
and using his tongue to delicately probe the opening. He made a trail
of kisses along her ear and the side of her neck and she shivered at
this new sensation. "Damn! he's been paying attention!" she thought
to herself. He continued to kiss her neck and back up to her
ear. "Mistress, may I remove your shirt?" he whispered in her ear
sending a thrill straight to her pussy.

"Not yet Garrett" she said although she really wanted to rip all of
her clothes off at this moment.

"As you wish, Mistress" Garrett said, knowing Deirdre was going to
make him work for this.

He slowly turned her face toward his and again began kissing her on
the mouth again. When her breathing had quickened, he began running
his palms over her breasts. He felt her nipples harden underneath the
fabric of her shirt and bra. He allowed his lips to travel to her
throat, kissing the hollow there and feeling her rapid pulse.

"Mistress, may I please take your shirt off?"

"Garrett, I think I need a drink now." Deirdre said stalling.

Garrett stopped kissing and stroking Deirdre immediately and moved
away from her. He poured her a glass of juice from the pitcher on the
coffee table and handed it to her. He fought back an urge to smile
when he noticed that her breathing had not quite returned to normal
as she took the glass from his hand. He became aware of his own
arousal also. He shifted his position now adjusting his hard dick. It
throbbed almost painfully. He wanted her so very badly.

When she finished her juice and handed him the glass, he asked, "May
I continue Mistress?"

She looked at him, and smiled that smile. "Oh, yes Garrett!"

Garrett knew that since Deirdre had been able to regroup, he'd have
to come at her strong to regain some of the intensity that had been
lost. He immediately began kissing her lips again, deeply and
passionately and at the same time he found one of her nipples and
began rolling it between a thumb and forefinger. Deirdre inhaled
sharply at this. It was as if the nipple were hotwired directly to
her clitoris. And in a few seconds all of the intensity of before was
regained. He knew her too well, just as she knew him.

When he asked to remove the shirt this time, she allowed him. The bra
quickly followed. He bent to one of her breasts, and then licked all
around her sensitive areola over and over until she thought she would
go crazy from the desire to have him take her nipple into his mouth.
He felt her shudder when he began to gently suck on her nipple and
gradually increased the pressure. His fingertips teased her other
nipple and she moaned and writhed beneath his touch.

He slowly and carefully worked on her breasts, gradually building the
intensity, and then backing off. Dimly Deirdre wondered how much time
had passed since Garrett had begun working on his "challenge." It was
completely dark outside, and Deirdre felt like she'd been riding on
this wave of pleasure forever. She didn't know how much longer she
could hold off now that Garrett was working on her nipples like this.
If she relaxed and gave in, she would cum. She strove to distract
herself by running her hands over Garrett's chest. He would not allow
her to distract him now. He continued to lash his tongue back and
forth across her nipple sending sparks right down to her clitoris.
She unconsciously pressed her thighs together, feeling herself
growing hotter and wetter.

"Garrett" she said his name hoarsely.

"Yes Mistress," he said around her breast.

She felt herself getting closer. She was breathing more heavily now
and Garrett knew just what to do to keep her moving toward the crest
of this wave. He imagined how hot and wet her pussy must have been at
that moment and he longed to tease her clit and drive her to ecstasy.
He imagined her nipple was her engorged clitoris and his tongue
seemed to dance across its ultra sensitive tip. "Ahhhhhhhh Garrett!"
She cried as she tumbled over the edge.

The quality of this orgasm was different. It washed through her body
gently. He held her for a few moments longer and caressed her body
gently. For the second time that day, his dick felt hard enough to
cut diamonds. She lay back with her eyes closed for a few moments
longer, a contented smile on her face. When she opened her eyes, she
reached up to stroke his face.

"Well done. So, you do get to cum at 10." She smiled and was silent
for a few moments longer, then said, "I don't know about you, but I'm
getting hungry." She rubbed her stomach for emphasis.

"I'll have dinner ready in about half an hour." Garrett went into the
kitchen and soon Deirdre heard the sound of running water.

After a simple dinner of grilled steaks, a salad and baked potatoes
the two returned to the living room. Garrett turned on a portable CD
player he'd brought with him and the room was filled with the sound
of smooth jazz. They sat quietly listening to the music and enjoying
each other's presence.

Garrett turned to her, studying her profile, "I filled the hot tub
while you were upstairs today, do you want to get in and relax for a
while? If I turn it on now it won't take too long to heat up."

She considered his suggestion. The hot tub would be nice. "Yeah,
let's." He got up and went to prepare the hot tub.

The warm water was indeed relaxing. They were both nude and up to
their necks in bubbles. Garret's arm was around her shoulders and her
head rested on his chest. She'd positioned herself so that the jets
massaged her back and legs just right.

"Now, I could get used to this," she said smiling.

She began to stroke his body under the water. Her hands glided
smoothly along his thighs and on his stomach and back up to his
chest. Her hand moved between his thighs. She found him hard. He'd
wanted her so many times today. She stroked him lightly, teasingly.
He wished she'd grip him firmly and really pump his dick hard. He sat
still, afraid to move, lest she'd stop touching him.

"It should be about 9 now," she whispered in his ear.

His cock twitched in her hand. She squeezed him a little harder. She
then took his hand and moved it between her thighs. He knew what she
wanted. He used his middle finger and found her clit easily tapping
it lightly then stroking it back and forth. She began to roll her
hips, enjoying the sensations. He made circular motions over her clit
with his finger now. She stroked him faster and he turned and kissed
her lips. She moaned against his lips as the orgasm began to build.
He kept stroking, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. It
wasn't long before she felt that familiar flood of pleasure. She
gripped his throbbing dick in her hand as she lifted her hips from
the seat of the hot tub thrusting toward Garrett's hand. He felt her
pussy convulse in orgasm. He could hardly wait to be inside her.

When she calmed a bit, she looked at him and said, "Let's get
inside."

Garrett got out of the hot tub and went inside, in a few moments he
returned with a bath sheet he'd put in the dryer before they'd gotten
into the hot tub. When Deirdre stepped out of the tub he wrapped her
in the warmed bath sheet and followed her inside. He carefully dried
her body and went to get her body oil. When he returned she was lying
on the floor in front of the fireplace. He added another log to the
fire then knelt beside her and tenderly applied the oil to every inch
of her body.

When he had finished, she sat up and instructed him to lie down on
his back. She moved to straddle him placing her hands on his chest
and gazing down into his face. She could see all of his pent up
desire. She leaned close to his face and looked directly into his
eyes, placing firm pressure on his chest. "Don't move until I tell
you to." She lay on top of him rubbing the full length of her body
against him. She ground her hips against his, pressing her wet sex
against his hard dick. It stirred of its own accord. She kissed his
face, his neck, and his ears. He fought not to grind his hips back
against hers, not to wrap his arms around her and pull her closer to
him. What he wouldn't give right now to be able to take her from
behind, to fuck her doggy style as hard and as fast as he wished.
Just the thought made his dick grow even harder. He groaned, but
remained still as Mistress had commanded.

It had been around 9:30 when he'd begun oiling Deirdre's
body. "Almost time," he thought to himself. She shifted her position
now and sat reaching down to guide him inside her. She rocked back
and forth taking the head inside only. Garrett groaned again loudly.
This was delicious torture. He wanted so badly to press himself
deeper.

"Do you want more, Garrett?" she asked him, smoothly rocking now
punctuating her question with gentle squeezes of her pussy muscles.

"Ohhh! Yes, Mistress." He panted.

"You have to beg for it. You know that Garrett."

"Mistress, please may I have more of you?" He begged.

His urgency was plain in his voice. She smiled at him, but shook her
head no, continuing to ride just the head, bathing it in her hot
juices, teasing and squeezing him. He bit his lower lip in an effort
not to scream in frustration.

"Mistress, Mistress, please," he begged.

She looked with satisfaction at him. She knew how badly he wanted her
to take him deeper.

"Say it! Tell me what you want." She directed. Garrett called upon
every ounce of discipline he possessed not to grab her hips and force
her to take all of him.

"Mistress, please may I have more of you?" He asked again.

"That's better," she crooned. She eased down a bit further taking in
half of his length but no more. She rode back and forth careful not
to take more inside. She was so hot inside and so very, very wet.
Garrett could feel her juices flowing down onto the rest of his shaft
and the sensation almost drove him wild. He wanted more than ever to
grab her hips and pull her down onto him forcefully. She began to
work her muscles against him again and Garrett found himself gripping
handfuls of the carpet in an effort to remain still. He wanted so
badly to meet her thrusts to move with her he could barely contain
himself.

"Oh my GOD Mistress. May I please...please have more of you?" He
could barely speak his request so strong was his desire.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure you really, really want it," Deirdre teased.

"MISTRESS! PLEASE, PLEASE," he begged shamelessly now. He'd say
anything. Do anything.

"Ah, yes Garrett." She said as she drove her hips down and took all
of him in now.

He cried out as she took him to the hilt She sat still on top of him
for a few seconds. And he held his breath, feeling like he'd lose his
mind if she didn't move. Then she started riding him wholeheartedly.

"Don't move yet," she said into his ear. She leaned back and placed
her hands on his chest as though holding him down, bouncing up and
down on his dick. His legs started to tremble.

"Mistress...Mistress.... Mistress...Mistress" He said it over and
over like a chant.

She stroked his chest, running her fingertips across his nipples
sending shivers through his body.

"Almost there, Pet" she said. "That's it, don't move. Let me take you
there."

Garrett felt all the pent up desire from the long day come together,
propelled by all the desire of the long months they'd been apart.
Impossibly he felt himself grow harder. His dick felt bigger than
ever and it was all he could do to keep from thrusting his hips
upward to meet Deirdre's. He continued to lay still and allow his
Mistress to bring him to the pinnacle. His heart pounded.

"Garrett, it's time, pet, are you ready?"

"Yes, Mistress YES!"

"Keep still!" she said urgently.

She rode him faster and more forcefully. She pinched and rolled his
nipples, and with that the switch was flipped. A blinding wave of
pleasure nearly took Garrett's breath away. He felt the hot cum erupt
from him in surges and he trembled from the force of it. His orgasm
triggered a corresponding one in Deirdre. She arched her back and
rode him wildly, calling out his name as she came. When the storm had
passed, she collapsed on top of him. They held each other lost in
their own thoughts as the fire slowly died. It was past midnight
before they sleepily stumbled upstairs to bed.

Sunday 5 AM

Deirdre surveyed the items she'd placed on the dresser, silently
going over the checklist in her mind. She quietly went downstairs to
retrieve one last thing. In the kitchen, silent as a burglar, she
opened and closed cupboards until she located a large glass bowl. She
filled this bowl with ice, smiled to herself then removed the ring
Garret had given her the day before and dropped it inside.

Soundlessly, she returned to the bedroom and found Garret still
asleep. She placed the bowl on the dresser beside the other items and
paused to add one of her favorite toys to the bowl of ice as well,
leather handled flogger with varying lengths of delicate silver chain
as lashes. Finally she unrolled and plugged in a small heating pad
and placed it at the other end of the dresser.

"Fire and ice" she murmured chuckling quietly.

She picked up her "outfit" and went into the bathroom.

Garret awoke to the sensation of all of the covers being suddenly
snatched off of the bed and a startling snap of Deirdre's riding crop
dangerously close to where he lay. He jumped in spite of himself.

"Position One!" she commanded. Her voice left absolutely no room for
questioning.

He immediately rolled over onto his stomach and spread eagle,
assuming the required position. She knelt beside him and pressed the
back of her hand against the back of his neck. Her hand was warm,
very warm in fact, but then he felt a shock of cold metal that
somewhat puzzled him. She leaned close to his ear and
whispered, "Guess. . . which. . . side."

He struggled to clear his sleep fogged brain. He knew that this was
clearly the back of Mistress' hand. That was too easy, therefore not
the answer she was seeking. Her other hand still held the crop which
she snapped against the side of the bed this time saying

"You're thinking too hard!"

She pressed the hand against his neck harder. The cold metal touched
him again. The ring! The cobwebs fell from his mind and he peered at
the alarm clock on the bedside table. The red numbers read 5:20.

"Which side?" he repeated her question in his mind and thought
through all that had happened in the past few minutes. Why was she
waking him up like this at 5:20 on a damn Sunday morning? BITCH!! His
body stiffened when the word snapped into his mind. Deirdre's low
chuckle let him know she'd watched him come to this conclusion. She'd
been watching his face and had seen the disorientation, then
concentration and finally startling realization. She leaned close to
his ear again. He felt her breast press against his back.

"Very good! You thought it, but you didn't dare say it, did you?"

Garrett remained silent. She traced the edge of his ear with the tip
of her tongue now and he shivered.

"You have permission to speak," she purred.

"No Mistress." His voice was barely above a whisper.

His heart pounded and he could feel himself growing hard and knew
that soon lying on his stomach unable to move was going to be a
challenge. She bit his earlobe hard enough to make him wince then
moved off the bed and away from him. He heard her moving around on
the other side of the room behind him but he dared not turn to face
her. In a minute or two she returned and placed something unseen on
the nightstand.

She walked around to the other side of the bed so that Garret could
see her in the pale morning light. She wore a black lace bra with
matching cheeky panties a black garter belt and black lace topped
stockings. Knee-high black leather boots completed the look. In her
hands were wrist and ankle restraints. She carefully placed these on
Garrett and bound him to the 4-poster bed. Next she covered his eyes
with a simple blindfold.

When his eyes were covered, it seemed to Garrett that all his other
senses became more heightened. He heard Deirdre's breathing and the
soft rustle of her lingerie as she moved closer to him. He smelled
the faint scent of Ylang-ylang and sandalwood when she leaned near.
She traced a pattern on his back with the slapper end of her riding
crop, delicately sweeping the leather around in swirls across one
shoulder blade then the other before moving down onto his lower back
and the tops of his buttocks. She teased the cleft between his cheeks
and then moved to his sensitive inner thighs. Gradually she worked
her way all the way down to his feet, pausing to even run the end of
the crop along his bare soles. After that she slowly and meticulously
worked her way back up again. Garrett's body was fairly tingling.

She struck him several times with the crop across his buttocks one
cheek then the other before repeating the process on the backs of his
thighs. He felt the hot stripes criss-crossing his now tender
backside and briefly wondered how many welts she'd raised.

Deirdre removed the chain flogger from the bowl of ice and trailed
the chilled chains across Garrett's buttocks, smiling at his sharp
intake of breath as she did so. The unexpected shock of the cold
chains sent chills up his spine. She continued to move the flogger
all along the areas she'd so expertly warmed with the crop and
Garrett moaned in response.

Deirdre returned to the dresser and placed a pair of metal nipple
clips on the heating pad and laid the flogger she'd just used beside
them. Next she picked up a small lightweight paddle, similar to a
ping-pong paddle. She silently moved to the side of the bed and stood
watching Garrett.

He lay perfectly still, listening. Deirdre waited until he'd relaxed
a bit then swatted him soundly on one of his buttocks with the
paddle. She delivered several rapid- fire blows to alternating
cheeks, striking a slightly different area each time. Soon, Garrett's
butt felt as if it were bathed in fire. His breathing quickened and
he was also painfully aware of his erection beneath him.

He felt the familiar kick of endorphins that always came when
Mistress took their play to this level. Deirdre added the slim chain
she sometimes used to connect some of the nipple clips of which she
was so fond to the bowl of ice. She picked up a handful of cubes as
she again turned her attention to Garrett. Holding a few cubes in
each hand, she slowly rubbed them all along Garrett's lower back,
buttocks and thighs. The sensation of the melting ice brought shivers
that had nothing at all to do with being cold. Deirdre again smiled
as she noticed his toes curling.

"Very nice" she said leaning close to his ear.

She placed her ice-chilled hands against his sides and trailed her
fingertips along his ribs, tickling him lightly and chuckled when he
squirmed.

"Such a delicious ass," she murmured before biting him lightly just
where his thigh and buttock met.

She continued to kiss and nibble at his buttocks, savoring his taste,
his smell, loving the low moans that came in response to her actions.
She made intricate swirls with her tongue on his tender flesh and
unconsciously Garrett began to rock his hips back and forth, grinding
against the bed. An abrupt swat with the paddle stopped him.

"Stop that! Are you trying to get off without permission?" Deirdre
asked sharply.

He felt warm wetness against his stomach and realized how close he'd
been.

"Now I'm going to have to punish you."

She stood up and unfastened his restraints. She directed him to stand
beside the bed. He moved swiftly and silently. She placed a hand on
his arm and guided him to within a few feet from the dresser.

"Stretch out your arms and bend forward," she commanded.

He did as he'd been told and she guided his hands to the dresser.

"Spread 'em!" she commanded firmly, placing her boot- clad foot
between his bare ones and kicking his legs apart.

She reached between his legs and caressed his exposed sac and the
lower end of his shaft. She tightened her grip around his jewels and
tugged just hard enough to send a small shiver of fear up Garrett's
spine. She went to her toy bag and retrieved a mid-weight oak paddle.
It's well made smooth handle fit her hand nicely. She swung it a few
times, wanting Garrett to hear the sound it made as it sliced through
the air. Garrett recognized the sound.

"One of Mistress' paddles," he thought to himself wondering if she
held the one with the heart cutouts or the one that had the single
letter "D" engraved in it.

"I'm going to give you 25 licks for your little moment of
indiscretion there. You keep count. If you loose count, I will have
to start all over again. Are we clear Garrett?" She said briskly.

"Yes, Mistress."

Garrett braced himself. He knew that his current position would make
every blow from the paddle even more intense. The first blow landed
on the lower half of his right ass cheek. Mistress was using the
paddle with the heart cutouts.

"One."

She delivered the next 5 blows on alternating cheeks in a regular
rhythm and Garrett called out the count. On the next blow, Deirdre
swung and stopped just short of striking. Garrett remained silent and
she chuckled. She delivered 4 more blows rapid fire.

"Ten" Garrett called out.

She set the paddle aside and caressed his behind and thighs. She
stood beside him and stroked his cock, which was now bobbing and
twitching for a few seconds causing his legs to tremble. She moved
away from him and retrieved the bowl of ice from beside the bed.
Taking a few cubes from the bowl she returned to his side and rubbed
ice on his burning backside. Garrett moaned as the ice melted,
cooling and soothing where the paddle had landed.

"Fifteen more to go," she whispered in his ear, biting his earlobe
sharply. She quickly raised the paddle and struck a stinging blow.

"Eleven," Garrett cried hoarsely.

She alternated cheeks and rhythm, feinting a few times in an effort
to cause Garrett to lose count. But, Garrett remained focused and
counted each blow accurately.

"Twenty!" He felt himself drifting as the endorphin rush intensified.

He tried to slow his breathing and relax a bit. His knees trembled
and he could feel his rapid- fire pulse throbbing in his cock. He
felt her hands caressing his back. His ass was on fire. Mistress
stepped away briefly and when she returned he felt her hand close
around the head of his cock in a tight fist. Her palm was filled with
a warm slick lubricant. Garrett released a long moan of delight as
she slowly pumped her fist back and forth. It felt like entering the
hottest tightest pussy he'd ever known.

"You had BETTER not cum! Do you understand me?" She hissed in his
ear.

"Yes, yes Mistress," was his nearly breathless reply.

She slowed her strokes to an almost agonizing rate. Garrett wanted to
pump his hips but knew he could not. He moaned his frustration. And
at that moment another blow from the paddle fell. He was dazed and so
close to cumming he almost did not count. The realization hit him.

"Twenty...one!"

She stroked him a bit faster.

"Twenty-two!"

Again she increased the pace. Oh God he was close. He cast about
wildly in his mind for some image to distract him, to delay the
orgasm that was building inside.

"Twentythree!"

He began to whimper and moan almost incoherently.

"Mistress, please.....please slow down. I can't hold it back much
more," he begged.

She did not relent but instead delivered two swift stinging blows.

"Twentyfour! TwentyFIVE!!"

She abruptly removed her hand and Garrett tottered on the brink of
orgasm. Deirdre smiled and stood back watching him, admiring the
tight muscles in his thighs and back and buttocks. His body was shone
as a thin sheen of sweat covered it. He clung to the dresser
breathing heavily, his dick dancing in the air as it bobbed and
twitched of it's own accord. Garrett could not believe how close he'd
been without exploding. He felt like he'd erupt like a volcano if
Mistress so much as laid a fingernail on him.

"Very, very good!" she praised him. "So much control, Garrett. I'm
proud of you. I know I pushed you hard this time."

Garrett loved the approval in her voice. Pride and joy swelled within
him as he basked in the glow of her satisfaction. She tenderly
removed his blindfold and turned his face toward hers. The look in
her eyes was almost more than he could bear. She caressed his face
and wordlessly kissed him deeply, passionately.

"Go lie on the bed, on your back, " she said quietly. Garrett quickly
complied. The sheets were cool and felt slightly rough to his tender
bottom. He saw Deirdre take something from the bowl of ice but could
not readily tell what it was. When she approached him she held nipple
clips in one hand, and the chain she sometimes used to attach them
together in the other. She straddled him and lightly rested her full
bottom on his aching dick. The nipple clips were warm as she placed
them. Next she clicked the chain into place and allowed it to fall
onto his chest and belly. Garrett gasped. The chain was ice cold. The
contrast between the chain and the clips was delightful. Deirdre
leaned forward and reached behind to position Garrett at the opening
of her sex. She was hot and unbelievably wet. They both moaned as she
slowly lowered herself onto him. She rocked her hips back and forth,
coating him with her juices working her muscles up and down his
shaft.

"Put your hands above your head," she commanded. She leaned forward
more and encircled his wrists with her hand, pinning him down. With
her other hand she reached for the chain. She placed the chain
between her teeth and pulled up on it, immediately jerking Garrett's
nipples. He gasped. She rode him savagely now, pulling the chain,
pinning him down, gazing deeply into his eyes. The lust, and passion
that shone in her eyes spurred Garrett to an even higher level. His
dick felt as if it would break the skin. He couldn't ever remember
being so hard. He felt her body shudder and knew that she had found
just the right angle. She ground her hips against his and grunted.
She was getting close. As her movements became more insistent, she
caused Garrett's buttocks to press into the bed. The sensation of the
sheet against his sensitive backside and her warm pulsing sex was
driving him out of his mind. He groaned and rose to meet her
thrusts. "Garrett!" She screamed his name and tumbled over the edge
into orgasmic bliss. Her pussy gripped and spasmed around his
throbbing cock and he cried out.

"Mistress, may I, please." She gave her breathless consent and
Garrett exploded. Time seemed to stand still and nothing else even
existed except the flood of sensation that swept through him. His
body bucked wildly and he cried out. The orgasm seemed to go on
forever, he couldn't stop it, didn't want to. Even when the flood of
semen subsided, the contractions did not. Deirdre lay on top of him
and held him, caressing his arms and murmuring softly as he rode out
the waves. At long last, he drifted slowly back to earth. When he
opened his eyes, she lay beside him smiling. An overwhelming rush of
tenderness swelled in his heart as he looked at her. He turned on his
side and reached out to her, wrapping himself around her. She hugged
him close and they lay together like this silent and content.

Sunday 10 AM

Garrett placed the final item on the tray he'd prepared: a small
grocery store bouquet. Deirdre smiled that smile at him as he entered
the bedroom. He carefully slid the tray onto the bed beside her.

"Is there anything else I can get you, Mistress?" he asked as he
stood beside the bed.

She surveyed the tray. There was fresh fruit, coffee, muffins and
whipped butter. She breathed in the smell of the warm muffins.

"Mmmmmm banana-walnut! No Garrett, this is just fine. You may join
me."

She patted the bed beside the tray as she said this. Garrett slowly
and carefully sat on the side of the bed then slid into his place
beside the tray, each movement reminding him of his early morning
session with Mistress. Deirdre noticed this also and felt a slight
tingle of desire as she remembered using the crop then paddles on his
body. She lifted a coffee cup and took a sip; perfect, as always.

"I have really enjoyed you this weekend," she said giving him another
of her smiles.

"It is my desire to please you always, Mistress."

Although this was an automatic response, it was also a heartfelt one.
Garrett watched her as she picked up and buttered half of a muffin.
There were times that he became single minded in his desire to please
her. Everything else simply ceased to exist. This was the case during
the days they had spent together. But now, their time together was
nearly at an end, and thoughts of 'real' life were starting to
surface.

"Are you hungry?" Her question broke his reverie.

She offered him the other half of the muffin on the tray, and he took
it silently, hardly tasting it when he ate.

"What's on your mind, Sweetie?" She caressed his arm. He shook his
head.

"Just thinking about all I have going on at work. Sorry."

Deirdre sensed that this was not the complete truth but decided to
let that pass for now. They finished their breakfast, making small
talk, although neither would speak on what was really on their minds.

Garrett carried the breakfast tray downstairs and busied himself
cleaning the kitchen, removing leftover groceries from the
refrigerator and taking out the garbage. Next he drained and cleaned
the hot tub. By the time Deirdre came downstairs it was well past 11
AM. She was dressed in casual slacks and a lightweight sweater and
her hair was pulled back into the customary ponytail.

"It'll be time to head back soon." Regret was evident in her voice.

Garrett nodded but did not speak. Instead he went upstairs to bring
down the suitcases. He wondered how many months would pass before he
was again summoned. Deirdre had a way of staying away from him long
enough that he'd gone through the cycle of becoming so angry and
frustrated that he'd have vowed not to come when called then come to
the point of being willing to do just about anything to simply hear
her voice or feel a single caress. It was always when he'd begun to
feel as if he couldn't stand the longing for another day that the
call would come. Any other obligation immediately became secondary.
The only thing that mattered was that Mistress desired his service.