leigh

     The mood has been set. Low music. Candles lighting the softly scented room. I feel my hands drawn behind my back, and my heart pounds as the session begins. His face – kind, and set with experience, eyes filled only with compassion and I know He sees love and trust reflected in mine. He knows I am always a bit nervous when we start, and for a moment smiles at me. My nerves are immediately calmed when I look up into those eyes and the silk is slipped into place over my eyes.
     He leaves me there. I feel nothing. I see nothing. Then a hand, soft, slow, running down my shoulder. I instinctively turn my head towards the touch, only to have it firmly turned back. I sigh softly as His hand touches my cheek, my neck, my chest, sliding gently over my breasts. His fingers pinching my nipples, pulling first one, then the other. Making them stand out. Making them hard for Him.
     His hands leave me, and I can almost feel Him smiling at the sight before Him. His breath is on my neck, He’s behind me now, reaching around, His wonderfully large hands cupping my tits. Weighing them in His hands. “Would you like to continue, leigh?” That voice, so deep and comforting, making my heart jump at the mere sound of it. There’s only one answer for Him. “Yes, Sir.” My throat is dry and my voice cracks with the words. He kisses my jaw lightly as He moves His hands and I feel Him lift my heavy breast. My breath quickens in anticipation of that soft material – the one I’m sure is coming. I feel it now. The strength sliding and winding slowly around my breasts and a soft moan escapes my lips as he pulls the nylon tighter around me. My eyes close underneath the silk and my breathing slows. I feel myself moving. Drifting. The cord winding tighter and tighter. I think my knees might give. That pinch. The wonderful, intoxicating pain brought from that pinch. His scent is all around me, caressing me, comforting me. I know I am nearing my limit and it seems, He does also, as His movements are slowing. The rope cinched just right around my aching tits. A small content sigh escapes my lips as His finger traces my nipple. He knows I am completely in His hands. He knows I have no control. His voice, almost a whisper, “You are Mine, leigh.” I nod my head slowly. I know He is right.