White Silk No More

The true joy of the Master/slave relationship is when the Master chooses to claim what is his in his own time and manner and his submissive is quivering with excitement and desire.

So it was that after the Master had chastised his girl and heard the depth of her sorrow at displeasing him and the true beginnings of her slave heart's submission to him, she first roused him to take her.

Simmering as she had been and having freshly tasted his lash she was ready for--and expecting--his hot ravishment. Instead she was again surprised by the extent of his self-Mastery and how very well he knew her heart and soul.

He wanted to heal the damages of the past and to have a whole, happy, and sensual loving girl as his slave. Therefore he left me bound to the post while he forced gentleness and sweet kisses on me. As someone who had lifelong put sex in one box and love in another box, I can't imagine another circumstance in which I would have allowed such tenderness and intimacy while I was in a sexually aroused state. Instead I would have bucked to go to a quick and hot conclusion. But this shallowness was not what my Master wanted. He held me on the cusp while he roleplayed the gentlest, sweetest, opening that a virgin could have. In doing this he gave me something that I never had in my life. To the extent that it was possible, he restored my sexual responses to respond to his loving tenderness.

He was not going to be the Master of a broken thing, but the Master of a woman that was whole, loving and able to enjoy all the flavours of sensuality and all that he would require of me to give him pleasure.