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As reality continues to assert itself back into our consciousness, I slowly release you from my embrace and gently pull out, missing your warmth but knowing how important what comes next is for both you and Claire.
Moving to your side I offer my arm and help steady you as you lean back and sit on your heels. Claire hasn’t moved, sitting in front of us, legs wide still hooked over the chairs arms, until you gently reach up and lower them back back down, one at a time, softly placing her feet next to each other. She lifts her head and looks in your direction, her body exhausted, covered in a thin layer of sweat, her hair matted, clinging to her face, a smile adorning her lips.
Taking my hand once more, you slowly stand, testing your muscles as you go, the length of time in that one posture making the movement stiff. You then lean towards Claire, softly removing her blindfold and kissing her lightly on the forehead. Her eyes, finally freed from their dark prison squint at you, her eyelids protecting them from the sudden inrush of light until they gradually open wider, able to fully take in the scene before her. She looks up at you, standing before her naked and unashamed and a tear forms in the corner of her eye. On seeing this you bend forwards, her eyes following your every movement, and taking her head in your hands tenderly, you bring your face to her ear and whisper “Thank you”.
Claire pulls her arms from behind her and grasps you firmly, urgently, pulling you closer, holding you tight, and you cradle her head in your arms pulling it across your chest and nestling it on one shoulder. You both relish the feeling of the intimate contact, not lust filled by caring, and remaining like that for a time.
I am sitting naked on the bed watching the tenderness unfolding before me, pleased at your instincts to be there for Claire as she process the events that have just transpired, reassuring her that there is no shame, no embarrassment, no regret, only joy and tenderness.
“Why don’t you help Claire freshen up” I gently say, breaking the spell and motioning to the bathroom, knowing the return of normalcy will help soften Claires journey. “I’ll bring you both some robes and put them by the door.”
Nodding, you release Claire from your hug and pull away, standing upright once more. Whilst not wanting to relinquish her closeness to you, Claire finally yields, takes your offered hand and slowly stands before allowing herself to be led to the bathroom. You leave the door slightly ajar behind you, so as to be able to grab the robes without me disturbing you when the need for them arises.
From my place on the bed, I hear the shower door open and the tap squeaking in protest as it is firmly encouraged to dispense a cleansing flow of water. The steady hiss of water hitting the tiles, followed by wet splashes and the shower door swinging shut reminds me of my next task and I stand, knowing that you will be taking good care of her. She is your friend and now, maybe something more.
I wander over to the wardrobe, pull out a couple of fluffy white robes and walk back, placing them by the gap you left at the bathroom door. I do not look in. This is the time for trust and comfort. This is a time for you and Claire, it is private and I am not invited.
I make my way back to the bed and sitting down once more, I lean back, supported on my elbows, musing on the events leading up to today. I smile to myself, remembering your nervous request to include your friend today. Knowing that this could change our dynamic but also that you were always a good judge of character, I agreed. I trust you, knowing you would not jeopardise what we have worked so hard to obtain and am happy I did so.
A short while later, the bathroom door opens wide, releasing a small cloud of warm moisture into the room. The fall of feet on the lush carpet brings me back to this moment in time and looking up, I see you leading Claire back in to the room, her hair damp and tussled around the shoulders of her robe.
You are truly beautiful, inside and out, and I am honoured that you trust me with your submission. On seeing my expression and knowing the thoughts running through my mind, you smile at me once again, signalling your mutual feeling, before lowering your eyes in respect once again.
Now it is my turn to take a shower and I stand, moving towards the bathroom, pausing to look back just before pushing the door closed. I see you whisper into Claires ear and she glances up at you, a smile on her lips, before you both climb on to the bed, settling to down, bodies intertwined, her head resting gently on your chest.
The door closes and I step into the shower, relishing the feeling the warm water running over my shoulders and chest as the physical exertions of our passion are washed away, safe in the knowledge the emotional ones never can be. The cleansing water is invigorating, restoring my strength and soon I am finished, once again ready to re-enter your space.
On returning to the room, Claire lifts her head and looks up, her eyes quickly darting to you and receiving a gentle nod in response. Returning her attention to me she mouths the words “Thank you, Sir”, the last word unfamiliar to her in this context.
During your time alone, you have no doubt explained to her that this is the initial requirement for entry into our world. Our dynamic is founded on mutual trust and respect, each person willingly providing what the other requires. She is now beginning to understand that, and if she does not want this to be a singular experience, then a little sliver of her submission must be given.
Trust takes time and although there is a small foundation, built on the activities of today, it is a long road. Over time, if Claire’s willing, we can hopefully build it together. I nod back, acknowledging her unspoken request to be part of our dynamic.
I slide on to the bed next to you and gently kiss your forehead and you return the gesture by stretching upwards to kiss my neck. Rolling on to your side you face Claire, a contented expression on her face, eyes closed, reliving the memories of today in her mind.
I snuggle up behind you and slide my arm diagonally across your chest, pulling my upper body, still wrapped in a robe, tightly against your back. You can feel my light breath through your hair as it tickles the back of your neck, welcoming the comforting intimacy as we lay there, the three of us, in silence, each lost in our own thoughts and the stillness of the room.
Finally, propping myself up on my elbow, I look over at Claire once more.
“How did you find your first time?” I ask.
Her eyes slowly open and focus on me before she responds, “It was different…”, you prod her gently with a finger, “Sir”, she adds
I nod and lay back down.
On stepping into our world, a person often requires some time to fully process the events that have transpired and I know there will be time at a later point, on neutral ground, to discuss the future, her wants, boundaries and my expectations, after everything has sunk in.
I move my arm to run my fingers through your hair, pushing it back from the side of your face and you push your body back against me, relishing the feeling me against you, not with passion but with contentment.
We lay there, for a while longer, the three of us bathing in each others company and time passes…
Oh too soon, our time together is almost up and we must all prepare to return to our ‘normal’ lives as our ‘normal’ selves. There are things we need to do and lives we need to live, with the mask of vanilla once again firmly affixed in order to be accepted.
Claire, at the beginning of her journey, has yet to fully explore her inner self and vanilla is still her normal but, as her experience grows, her inner self may rise to the surface and she will need to learn how to hide what is not acceptable to those who do not understand.
We each take turns helping each other get dressed and as you help me on with my jacket I turn my head and you rise yourself up on your toes to meet my lips with one final kiss. I turn back smiling. My muse, my submissive, I am proud of you and hopefully you feel the same of me.
I walk over to Claire and taking her hand, give her a light kiss on the back of it. Anything more something she will have to work hard to earn. Maybe one day, maybe not.
You take her hand and with a quick glance back you lead her out of the room, the door closing behind you with a click, signifying with a grim note of finality, the end of our brief time together.
I give it some time, checking my phone and catching up with the events of my normal life, before looking around the room one last time, a smile rising to my lips, before I leave, the door clicking shut behind me.
As I walk down the hall way, the woman who came to clean earlier steps around the corner, stops and glances up at me. The looks of recognition, shock and embarrassment travel like a parade across her face and I gave her a wink, a gift of something for her to gossip about, as I stride past on the way to checkout.
Upon leaving, I remind myself that this is their world and it is a world that does not understand you and I. It is unaccepting of our differences, however tolerant its people pretend to be, and we need to be acceptable and to fit in. We need to be normal.
With a tinge of sadness, I start to push the Dom within me back to the shadows of my psyche, allowing the normal side to rise once more. Being as one of them is the requirement, acceptance the reward.
They may pass me on the street, stand next to me in a lift or behind me in a checkout queue, but they will not see who I am. The mask is in place, forged in the furnace of bigotry, strong and impenetrable, as it surely must be. I play their game and I have mastered it just as I have mastered your needs.
I will be just like them, I will fit in, until I am once again with you, my submissive, and our true selves will rise again, together, and we will be free.
As I walk down the street, I begin to blend in with the other people around me, another nameless face in the crowd…
I trust you with my secret, with my future, with my life.
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so beautiful
Thank you and I am really heartened by the fact that these two chapters are getting some love. I am currently planning my next story centred around the Dom and sub finding each other. This was my first erotic story and took around 2+ weeks but the next is likely to take longer. As always, will post it here when done.