He left her unbound, dressed her in soft leisure pants tied at the waist and a serape  that covered and kept her warm, open where he could remove it easily or slide his hands underneath and fondle her breasts and tummy.  The clothing was easier on her welts and convenient to apply the salve Khoru had provided. 

He settled her on the chaise and she held her hair up as he fastened a medium thick collar snugly around her throat  and secured her leash.  She offered her ankles hoping he would accept, then bind her wrists behind her . . .   She pouted and huffed a bit, not getting her way.   He placed her sketch pad near and asked her to show him how to make simple forms, figures . . . The minutes passed until she was concentrating less and less on the questions he asked . . . He sat a pot of tea to brew and they shared the cup as she began letting the slideshow of images awaken her imagination.   She began sketching random figures . . .odd shapes  . . .the focused and unfocused thoughts competing for her attention . . .until she recognized what it was she wasn't looking for and began to give it detail. 

He permitted a faint cool breeze through the heavy curtains . . . She shivered at the first warmth of a the fire that blended with the fresh air , smelled the scent of the wood smoke and smiled as she thought of bites of grilled food . . .  Without taking her eyes off her sketch pad approved the light as he adjusted the curtains.   She felt him return and sit closely, turned her head for a sip of the tea and continued . . .flipping to a new page and earnestly beginning a new drawing that had been waiting all along as the one she focused on.    Violin soloist, Joshua Bell . . . The soft bamboo fabric wrapping her  . . . She turned her head for another sip of tea , a warmed refill that was just a bit too hot.   She pressed her lips to the hot hot lip of the cup and let it sting a bit and then took quick sips . . . She felt the tender soreness of the welts relax and sat with her back against him, turning her head to see him looking at the sketch pad, watching the figure take shape . . .she was rewarded with soft spoken, undeserved praise and caught herself without realizing it . . . "yes my love" . . . She quickly pressed her back against him and shivered from the tiny icy stab in her heart . . . He saw her hand relax, unfocused for a moment and kissed her neck and encouraged her . . . She shook off the feeling and closed her eyes against a tear . . . Another sip of the hot tea and she resumed her sketch . . .

He slid his hand under the serape, softly pinching her nipples as she showed him the finished drawing  . . .a simple view of a woman in private . . .  At first look she led your eyes from the larger definition, then revealed more and more of the subject , the surroundings and the items around her or nearby . . . He was drawn to the shape of her hips, the curve of her breasts and it was easy to imagine her finishing her bath, relaxing in the privacy of her time and who could guess what goes through a woman's thoughts  . . .  

You first noticed a woman toweling herself sitting nude on a bench, her hair hanging off her shoulder partially hiding her face and her breast . . . A window or mirror, obscured from the lingering steam of the warm bath or shower . . . Then you notice her arm stroking the inside of her leg and partially revealing her other breast . . . showing the full curve almost to her nipple . . . her shoulders, the line of her face . . .her neck.   She's narrow at the hip, round and thetaper of her waist to the small of her back . . .her legs drawn where they just conceal her softest flesh . . .her smooth tummy that she touches softly with her other hand.  She's revealed in her most private, but silent thoughts . . .  In the most private and most vunerable moments . . .

"Want to know what's going through my mind?"  

"Yes, my love" . . .she said it again, soft confidence in her voice.

"I want to think she will be thinking of her lover . . .that she is happy . . .and that she knows that she cannot be replaced by anyone else . . .that her heart is safe, that she is safe . . . " 

His words caught her off guard as she looked at the woman she drew and saw her not from her eyes, but clearly through his . . . She swallowed another sip of tea and took a slow quiet breath as he put his arms around her and cupped her breast . . .

"She does my love" . . .she bit her lip and settled back resting against him . . .

He sat her up a bit and slipped off her serape and she placed her hand over his shoulder to give him full access to her breasts as he fondled and looked at her . . . Raising her leash slightly she stood and he pulled the tie around her waist and she stepped out the pants . . . She spread her feet further apart and held his face lightly in her hands as he examined her welts and softly pressed . . . then pet her slit . . .

He sent her to rinse off quickly in a hot shower.  She lingered for a second and he pressed a sore muscle and she complained and then left.   She returned with damp hair and dripping and giggled silently at his complaint . . . She rested her hand on his shoulder, opened her legs wider . . .turned, bent over . . .as he applied the salve again . . . She made a very sinful but delicious offer, and pouted again as she stepped back into the soft pants and he slipped the serape over her head . . .

She was about to throw a fit when her stomach growled loudly and she squealed softly as she caught his eye . . . She did as she was told, helping him with extra hands for preparing dinner . . . A favorite of theirs was grilled meat and grilled vegetables, hot bread or chips . . . cold chicken, anything that would fit on a large platter  . . . She was sent for wine and returned with two bottles corked  . . . Their meals were lighthearted, good conversations, he made her laugh  . . . Music painstakingly selected,  and they talked over it . . . She caught little hints about her shining knight and she often took a good look at him, and liked remembering coming home nude, wrapped only his coat . . .minutes after meeting him, she was in his bed and she never left . . .

She quickly returned to the present as he held her leash . . . She offered her wrists and looked him directly in the eye.  The offer was ignored again and they returned to the fire . . .he brought out the hash box and she rolled a full spliff . . .he returned with chocolate and wine and sat watching her inhale deeply, relishing the first bit of the soothing tide the hash brought . . . A fully tummy, sweetly high from the hash and the second bottle of wine, she felt the creamy warmth between her legs and her thighs, her nipples sensitive and the ache  . . .

She thought through and through in her thoughts and wanted to be taken, to serve sinfully and be used  . . . He whispered and raised her and she smiled, understanding his sweet unspoken seduction of her  . . .

The light from their bath faintly reached their bedroom, he removed her collar and leash . . .he preferred her completely nude on these nights, she thought . . . She slid between the covers and stayed on his side as he slid next to her.  He held the covers back looking at her in the light and she spread her legs as his eyes looked between them . . .  He covered her and held her breathless . . .as her body spun sensations around her.    She was soft, warm and creamy from the seduction of her  . . .and felt the his thick flow running from her slit

Nights like this he made love to her and stayed deep inside her, came deep inside her and caressed her with his hands, his body and his kisses and she desperately gave in hoping to get control in the morning. 

She turned in his arms and spooned against him as he began to sleep . . .

"Yes my love, she does"