Such a sweet dream the girl dared to dream in the dark of the night. A mystic land, a whisper soft and sweet, "You are Mine, my love"...twilight surrounding her as she walks through the mist of her dream to this stranger that her soul has known forever. Approaching Him, a little shaken and chilled from the cool gentle night air, she does not know the words to say...the right things to do...And He looks at her lovely hazel eyes that tell to Him the secrets that lay within the innermost chambers of her soul....her lush red full lips not yet bruised from His kissing..warm and inviting...He looks at her while she stands before Him...garbed in a long flowing gown of the purest ivory silk...revealing to Him every soft curve of her femininity...her round firm breasts with nipples erect from the cool night air...the long shapely legs and creamy white thighs..her round little stomach...her firm beautiful buttocks... And He pauses for a moment..captivated by the hidden treasure that lay within...the heat that burns for Him...the erotic wetness between her legs for He, her Love...her Reason..her Soul.... She stands there enchanted by His dark eyes..His whole Being overwhelming her...and she is shaken by the raw natural desire she has for this Man...a stranger and yet One she has belonged to for many lives...many times...Does she dare meet His gaze as He looks over her voluptuous inviting body.... Noticing her to be deep in thought, He takes her by the hand and leads her into a darkened chamber...where a fire,just as within the hearts and soul of these lovers, is raging as onto the furs where He lays her down. No words need be spoken one to the other...her body beckons him onward with a shift of her hips as He runs His fingers along the gown...quickly dismissing the garment with a simple movement of His hand..looking at the woman before Him..His love..His girl... Leaning down gently he kisses her soft lips..parting them for His tongue to suck gently at her sweetness...her hot mouth begging Him for more of His love..kissing Him passionately, she feels herself giving all to Him..her Love..her All.... He runs his fingers through her hair softly..then pulls gently until she is on her knees before Him....looking at her confusion as He softly caresses her face and then kisses the top of her head..He says.."girl, who is the Man before you?" In her confusion, she starts to cry softly..for what can she say to please Him...what can she do...she slowly opens her mouth to whisper.."You are my Master"...words sealing the unspoken bond between T/them..suddenly she feels freedom unlike she has ever known...and raises her head proudly knowing that she is His... her body to worship Him...her heart to love only Him...her soul to exist for His pleasure... she lowers her eyes out of respect for Him as He moves to a nearby table, picking up a beautiful black collar..with pearls lining the top and bottom...standing before the girl, He asks her in a tender but stern voice, "Do you submit to Me, girl?"...she raises her eyes slowly to see this Man that is her Friend, her Companion, her Lover, her Soul...and with a whispered voice she answers, "Yes, Master". Placing the collar around her neck, and clicking it locked He steps back to admire his sensuous slave..admiring His posession which He cherishes above all else..above all others...knowing the responsibility that lay ahead as T/they travel a journey together... © Cara

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