As there were a few requests for a continuation of what happened after The Meeting. Enjoy. Writing is fun once again... :biggrin1: /Val ~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ On my knees His crotch just at eye level Blue jeans, slightly straining Trying to contain what's inside His hands unbuckling the belt Pulling it from the loops Smooth leather side against my neck Feel the pressure increasing Pulling my head towards him Scratching my nose Lips pressed tightly against the fabric Underneath, heat, slow minute movements Growing, hardening That scent again; heavy, intoxicating, masculine Familiar, yet still strange Memories rising to the surface Of standing against a wall Hands held up above my head Having him push into me Taking my breath away Losing myself in the thought Getting wet in anticipation "Focus, you're not here with me" The voice snaps me out of my head Back to the here and now "Rise and undress" Removing clothes, one by one Until nothing is left "Turn around slowly, let me look at you" The voice is gentle, but with an undertone Saying he's not to be trifled with Not tonight Not ever His eyes wandering over me Registering Taking in the curves Smoothness and ivory color Contrasting against his own olive tone "On your knees again, back towards me, head down, eyes closed" The rapid flow of words and the commanding tone surprises Makes the stomach turn Butterflies, anticipation And that wetness spreading between my legs Drop down Head bent forward Hear the steps behind Thick leather against my neck again His hands fastening the collar Hear the click Feel the weight and chill of the chain As it drops down between my breasts Blindfold covering my eyes with sudden darkness Shiver slightly as the straps tighten against my head "There... It's OK, you're a good girl ma petite" The soothing hand on my shoulder And the voice in my ear Relaxing me Fingers stroking my neck Down between the shoulderblades Up over the sides of the back "Rise and turn towards me. No hands this time." Push myself up with only toes and heels Unsteady and not very graceful It takes more strength than expected A tug at the chain His hand around my back Leading Cold stone under my feet Hallway? Kitchen? Creaking door and the scent of lavender Moving towards me A sudden sense of panic Garden Outdoors Dig my heels into the floor Tense up "Yes, I know this is uncomfortable ma petite. This is part of learning to trust. There is no one outside. You know what the garden looks like. Hedges around. No one can look in." Again that soothing voice Close to my ear Sweet, relaxing Hand on my neck Soft, tender Another tug at the chain Grass under my feet And that strong lavender Filling my nose Hands on shoulders Pushing me down on my knees again Silence Except for the silent rustling of leaves Slow wind Nipples hardening Both from being exposed, not knowing, not seeing And from the sudden chill Chain tugging Pulling my head towards him Nose and lips meeting Naked flesh this time Hot, heavy Covering my face from chin to forehead Head tracing the outline of the face Then outline of the lips Then pressing against them Open wide and accept him into my mouth Jaw strained just from closing lips around Slowly pushing deeper Gag reflex kicking in Choking, coughing Quick stroke over my cheek "Good girl. No more than that today. You'll learn to accept more with time."