By Sir Saul
He knew, intuitively, that she would be nervous. They all were, the very
first time. Unbeknownst to her, he watched her pace, uneasily,
uncomfortably, in the hallway directly outside his home, seeing her
fighting the dual urges within herself to both knock on the door and
turn and run, each one equally strong within her.
The image was captured in perpetuity, by the security camera trained
upon his doorway. He smiled knowingly as he watched her tense then
relax, yet again, fighting her innermost desire to plunge right in, her
'sane' side warning her that, once she did, she would have no control
over the events that would unfold. Another side of her was equally
concerned over whether she would please him, eager to do so, fearing
that he might find her undeserving of his attentions.
After but a mere few moments, which felt to her like hours, she pressed
forward to enter, knowing full well that she had not come this far only
to turn away. With much trepidation, she reached out her hand and tapped
lightly upon his door.
He knew what the effect of his waiting would have on her and was in no
real hurry to answer her knock. He would let her stew for a few more
moments, knowingly adding an additional edge to her tension and
nervousness, allowing him to enjoy this wonderful, never to be repeated
scene, just a bit longer.
He watched her fight within herself. Knock again, or not. She had no
wish to appear too anxious and risk showing him the depths of her need,
yet was unable to take this waiting game any longer than it had already
gone on. He smiled, knowing his actions were having the desired effect
upon her. That without having met her yet, face to face, he was already
exerting that element of control, that she had come here seeking, even
He slowly advanced to the door even as her hand was raised, poised to
knock on his door, yet again. As door swung silently open, she was
caught off guard, lost in her inner thoughts, reviewing and evaluating
each thought and motion, 1000 times, before acting. His first view of
her was that of a woman, a bit flustered and bewildered, standing there
with her hand raised in mid-knock. Her face flushed red as his eyes met
hers, this not being the view she had wished to present to him at first
glance. She knew instinctively, at that very moment, that she was his to
do with as he pleased. That by this simple act of his, that by her
befuddled state which he had forced upon her by his carefully
orchestrated actions, she had already ceded control to him and he was
more than prepared to exploit her weakness to his advantage.
He followed her closely, with his intense green eyes, as she sheepishly
entered into his world, watching as he virtually undressed and inspected
her with his eyes, feeling physically, emotionally and spiritually naked
under his gaze. She could not see the sly grin that fleetingly crossed
his lips, him thinking that he had, once again, chosen well and that
this was just the start of an adventure that would play out as one of
the more, if not the most, intense experiences in either of their lives.
She crossed the portal into his realm, thinking, feeling, wishing, that
all she felt now would only get more intense, that he would be
everything that she hoped, that he would take her, own her, cherish her
gift and mold her into that person that she knew she might be under the
strong hand of her real Master. Ah, yes she had finally said it to
herself. She was his to do with as he pleased, she was his vessel, and
he was, in fact, her Master, her Guide, her very life force. Master
..... just the thought made her warm inside and wet. She tingled as her
mind raced forward to that point where he would not only own her mind
but her body as well and she was immediately transformed into someone
that she no longer recognized. Master, Master, Master she thought to
herself again and again. And the more she said it to herself, the better
she felt. And had she been allowed to, she might have even cracked a
smile. For this was the end of a journey, a life long search, that she
had been on since forever and now, she felt, it was finally over.
Two feet into his life, she had already ceded her soul to him. He, sharp
as he was, knew exactly what had transpired, and he was pleased. As he
closed the door upon her previous existence, they both knew, without a
doubt, that they had each found their soul mate and that the long
painful search was now over.
They spent those first few moments staring into each other's eyes, she
unable to turn away from his piercing stare, even had she desired to,
which she did not, he just drinking in whatever knowledge and
information she was sharing with him, without even knowing it.
v This had started out as a true 21st Century relationship. They had met
online, somewhere in cyberspace, those many months past, what seemed
like a lifetime ago, which it actually was. They had talked about
meeting, many times, over and over, yet the opportunity had not
presented itself until just now. She had imagined, time and again, what
it would be like when she was actually standing there, gazing intently
into those captivating green eyes, and, now, that the moment was at
hand, she was awash with emotions and feelings she had never before
known existed within her.
At once, she worried over whether he would find her suitable to serve
him. She had spent hours fussing with her makeup, her hair, her
clothing, wishing to look her absolute best for HIM, not wishing to give
the slightest hint of someone, she felt, he would reject out of hand.
While he had assured her, many times, that physical appearance was but a
small piece of the equation, she had, for months, questioned her ability
to keep his interest. How many times had she questioned herself, doubted
her ability to be attractive for him, denied her ability to please him,
the possibilities of keeping his interest. Now that HE was here, beside
her, all these emotions rushed to the forefront.
She half awaited his expected command to leave, afraid that he would
dismiss her summarily, out of hand, for some flaw or another that she
had been unable to conceal or was yet unaware of. But, strangely enough,
that never came. He actually seemed genuinely pleased with her presence
there and that took her somewhat by surprise. She had prepared herself
for every possible contingency except that one. She just stood there
awaiting his next command, one that she was sure to follow no matter
what, regardless of what he asked, despite what he demanded.
All this had taken place just inside his doorway. The entire episode
lasted, in reality, but a few short moments although to her it seemed
like hours, almost forever. Without even realizing what was happening,
he gently placed is huge arms around her and drew her into a tight
embrace. He took her proffered lips and applied his directly to them and
she found herself lost in a kiss that drained everything from her all at
once. She felt powerless to resist and willed herself to just give in to
the swell of emotions that were overtaking her. Her last conscious
thought was that this was to be a very good day, a very, very good day.
He was a meticulous planner, always one step ahead, almost always
comfortable in his next move, yet now, even he was just the slightest
bit uncertain. There is always that single moment, that one that has the
potential to shape all those that come after it, and that specific point
in the time-space continuum was now upon them. Akin to a chess game
where the next move could decide the eventual outcome of the game at
hand, so too would his next actions determine the course and underlying
dynamics of their relationship. He regained this momentary loss of his
composure and gently ushered in to his home, even as their embrace
continued. As they gently moved further into the warmth and security of
his domain, he listened to her muttering under her breath, 'He's here,
He's finally here.' He could feel the heat emanating from within her,
the glow she was emitting under the strength of his embrace. He broke
her grasp of him long enough to take her coat from her and hang it in
the closet. He took her bag from her hand and laid it at the side of the
room as he moved her closer to the warm leather couch in his living
room. He sat himself down, even as she stood and started to visually
peruse the sight before him. She stood, unmoving, allowing him to drink
in the sight of her standing there just as she had rehearsed this moment
in her mind time and time again. It all felt so oddly familiar, like
they had known each other, forever, and as if there had never been any
before him nor would any follow in his steps. She had arrived at the end
of that long journey that she had embarked on so long ago, and for now,
it was everything she had ever thought it might be, could be, would b
like. She looked at him, awaiting his first verbal command to her,
allowing her to serve him as she wished to do with her mind, her body
and her soul. Yes, it was to be a very good day, a very, very, good day.
And she hoped, in her heart of hearts, the first of many more to follow.
To be continued.....