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Leashed

She reached blindly for the cup of tea, without taking her eyes off the canvas and admired what was beginning to take shape.  Afraid that she would lose her train of thought if she looked away, she stretched and felt for her leash and adjusted her robe turning to see where he was. For the past two days it had been cold with high winds, raining hard off and on and they had stayed in. 

 

He'd been quiet more than normal, since her experiment in submissivness, and he'd kept her on her leash ever since.  He bathed her, fed her and kept her close.  She was delighted with his reaction and knew that her submission in part was to reassure him and fill the emptiness he feared if she wasn't there.  He'd revealed something unexpected, a wound still tender, and she wondered who had hurt him. She smiled at his constant efforts to keep her warm and she saw another chink in her Knight's armor.  When he looked up and saw her looking at him, he returned the look and took her from her perch in front of her canvases.

 

"It's enough for today my love"  She handed him her leash and let the robe hang open. When he opened her robe, or slid his hands over her, she responded by opening herself willingly and unconditionally. She easily floated on the sensations he gave her and found that the fire burned more and more intensly and she shivered at the thought of how far she wanted him to take her. "You must feed your pet, she's starving"

 

She stood quietly in front of him, her eyes lowered until he reached for her leash then followed next to him . . .  and reached for his hand.  He sat her in the warm kitchen, released her leash. She smiled and ran her fingers over the collar, knowing she was still quite captive.  He opened sparkling water and she sipped from their glass and then finished it.  He poured more and squeezed lime and she surprized herself how thirsty she was. A quick look at the clock showed she'd been in the studio much longer than she realized. 

 

"Freshen yourself and bring back some wine"  He didn't look at her, but she kissed his cheek and walked quickly to the bathroom.  She put on Berloiz, selected two bottles of wine and began to cork them.  She watched him refer to one of his recipes that translated into spicy fragrances that made her think it was taking a long time to feed his pet. She offered him sips from their wine glass, and set out placesettings there at the breakfast bar... he dished food from the skillets and grill, still sizzling.

"It smells delicious, where did you learn the recipe? I'm sssoooo starved!!"

"I was in Damascus for a time."

 

He lead her on her leash and she curled up with her legs under her next to him on the floor near the fire.  He couldn't take his eyes off of her and she couldn't lower hers as she'd been taught to do. He opened her robe and she began to unfold her legs, but he put his hand on her tummy and held it there, staring at his fingertips softly stroking her skin. She put her hand on his neck and drew him to her kiss  . . . he held it for a very long time.  She watched him, looking for signals. He got up and returned with the small cedar box and she smiled and kissed his cheek again.  She lit the splif as he held the match, took a slow hit then reached for his neck and breathed the smoke from her to him . . .

 

"Mmmm . . . very spicy food, red wine . . . a pet with a full happy tummy and a small spliff of the best hashish  . . ." She moaned just a bit feeling his hand caressing her breasts, then her tummy again  . . . she parted her legs again just a bit and looked into his eyes and smiled softly.  "Your pet adores you, my love . . ."  

 

He raised her up and slid her robe off of her shoulders. She took a hit of the hash, put her hand around his neck and drew his mouth to hers, exhaling into their breath.  She tilted her head and parted her lips for his kiss and laid back drawing him onto her, feeling his cock against her tummy. She drew her legs up and cradled him between them, and put both arms around his neck offering him her nipples. 

 

He reached for her leash and she could feel his cock hard and a drop of precum on her tummy.  She felt his cock between her thighs and she raised herself to it and felt him slide easily into her wet cunt.

 

"How long are you going to keep me leashed my love?" 

"Forever . . ."

She giggled and push against his cock and took all of him inside her. The hash softened and polished the sensations going through her and she inhaled the scent of spice, wine and sex blending with the hashish smoke and felt the swelling and surge of her clit as he held her tightly in his arms and fucked her cunt . . .

 

 
 
   
 

Last Day Thoughts

Leaving Jordan today, I had two main feelings: disbelief and satisfaction. Disbelief that this semester flew by so quickly.  Disbelief that I actually made it through this study abroad period.  Having lived in Amman for three and a half months I am definitely ready to leave.  I have learned so much about this region and culture, but I feel that if I stayed here any longer I would not be gaining a lot in terms of learning new things about the culture or region.  To learn more I would have to move to either a neighborhood in the poorer section East Amman or to another Arab city such as Damascus for a more comparative analysis of the city.

 

Throughout most of the day I have also been expectedly reviewing the experiences that I have had over the past semester.  Thankfully, I really have no regrets.  Reading a letter I wrote to myself at the beginning of the semester, I realized that I had achieved all of the goals I set for this semester.  I have certainly improved my Arabic as I am now conversational and able to read the language.  I was able to see the “other” perspective.

 

By doing things such staying with a Bedouin and having interviews at the headquarters of the Muslim Brotherhood, I took chances and advantage of the various opportunities that being in this region can only offer.

 

For all going abroad next semester, this last weekend of your stay is what you all should have in mind.  There will be tough points; however, thinking about the amazing feeling of satisfaction that comes at the end of the year from realizing you have made the most your study abroad experience helps you get through the tough and trying times.  This was certainly the case for me, for as I leave Jordan, I feel completely satisfied.    

 
 
 

   
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