Day After / Third Day
My eyes flutter open to a sound in the hall. For a moment I'm in stasis, oblivion. I'm not sure of where I am or who I am. Then the sensation comes, a sting at my back and I remember. I relive it...
It's already after ten. I need to work on my biological clock. I should have been up for hours. Once, who I served would have woken up to a spotless house, no matter what the night was like before, but now I'm out of practice and more the lech than the servant.
I hear footsteps down the hall. I open my eyes and look around to gather my bearings. Im surrounded by condom wrappers, lube bottles, and a tingly buzz from the night before that hangs on like a houseguest and mixes with pure exhaustion to make me salty and quiet.
Mine stirs, and I do what I always do. I roll over to envelop her, to make sure the first part of the day she knows she's still mine, that whatever we've shared with whoever we shared it with was done as us not as her and I. Her smile tells me she feels the same, and I take a minute to cross myself and declare internally how lucky I really am.
I put my fingertips to my lips, and taste briefly the whole of last night there. I smile, may have even giggled, I remember. I relive it.
Night of
Sir and Miss went to their amusements, and we to ours. As it happens, there is another sub-sub couple among us. I'm of two minds, protective and wary (while I am a slave, my heart is a warriors heart) and the other fascinated and curious. I watch their scene, disrobing with Mine in respect and appreciation of the specticle. A new friend shares the floor with them, using a cane on the most darling young blonde, but I'm here for Sir and Miss, to watch while not blindfolded, to learn while not distracted. I watch the whole thing with Mine and we hug and smile at each other when we see something that brings back a memory of their hands on us.
I wonder, about Sir and Mine. In our dynamic I am the one that yells. I am boisterous because she is not. I speak because she doesn't. Words are mine, I own them. I collect them and rearrange them until you see what I mean, but Mine stays quiet and speaks only in actions. I wonder what it must be like for Sir, when one is so expressive and one is so introspective. I wonder if it makes him think we love him less. I'm not so nearly free with men. A long history of making myself tall and dark and angry has taught me to view them as rivals or enemies and while I see him as neither it's hard to talk, the one thing I do well, and should be doing for us both.
I see the photos later on, seran-wrap and roses and floggers and her in the sky. She's amazing, and there is no doubt in scene that she trusts him, and I trust her, and I trust Miss, and Sir. I remember my part in the scene blindfolded with rope, and the ambient emotion I felt from my left side.
After the next scene finishes the other sub-couple is raw. Lit, they stand next to us. Lit, they touch us. We touch back, not in a matter of attraction or anything else but what the four of us share. It declares our movements for us, and we're a mess in our room for the rest of the night. The bond proves more electric than the four of us can stand.
Mine asks for rehydration, and I go for it. Still, I can't resist a check on Miss. She's why I'm here after all. She asks me to present, she is thirsty too. I linger a bit at her feet until I realize I've left three randy subs in a room by themselves and one of them is Mine.
I open the door to find mine on top of His. I can't resist a chuckle, and ask what I missed.
"The taste of my pussy on your girlfriends lips." The girl replies. Mine grins like a cat cought with a mouse.
"Ah well" I tell them, "next time."
I come to bed.
Day after
Ever since I met her two years ago I've wondered what's been done to her in her course in life. She is the most inaudible woman I've never met. Prefrences are dragged from her kicking and screaming rather than simply asked and answered. Still, inside of her I saw all that she was, all that she deserved, and resigned myself to discovering the combination to unlock her voice. I'm kind about the things that others must have been cruel about, and what they aquiesced to I am cruel in my examination of. Of the many failures in my life I won't count showing her reflection among them, but I've never been able to unlock the goddess in her. I've never been able to find the one that acts on their own behalf. I love her like the sky has come down but all my requests come back empty, silent.
At least they used to.
The day after is primarily spent with Nathan. He friends, would take awhile to describe. I'll settle for he is a lovely blonde boy who studied massage in Thailand. I'll have more to say on the subject when we know him better which I intend to do, but for now let me just say he reminds me of myself and I just love him for it.
At the moment, we sit out on the deck smoking a bowl. Four puncture wounds on him fascinate me from the needles Miss has graced him with. Alone, she explains that while loving his submissive nature he feels too close to allow to serve them sexually. And that's alright, I decide I'll take it upon myself, and Mine. A common bond is a powerful aphrodesiac.
"You know," I tell him as he rubs Mine's neck, "I did tell her she could fuck you for a massage." It isn't quit-pro-quo exactly but a means to an end. I wanted to open the door for him. He reaches for the handle quickly enough.
Inside our room, he gives her the full treatment, and I watch her reduced to putty even as I plan to raise the fire again, which I do, and when she can't stand it any longer I tell her to touch him and skip out of the room to find Miss.
"I'm going to get your boy laid." I say, grinning from ear to ear, she hugs me, and I run back.
Mine is stretched like an Angel with Nathan's hands behind her neck. I can see her blood is starting to run hot, so I go down, my very favorite place to be. She writhes, she turns, she opens up. I glance at him invitingly and give him prompting he doesn't need.
Thus is a day at Miss and Sir's house, cries coming out into the hall and drifting down the stairs to the livingroom below. As she peaks the first time I smile with the knowledge that the whole house knows it, but I haven't anticipated everything. A knock comes at the door.
"You've been in here for an hour and there are four Tops cleaning the house. You need to get out here soon." Stupid, unconcious boy...
Well... fuck.
I glance from Miss to Mine and back, consider...
Well... fuck.
I consider for a moment where I stand. On one hand, Mine is getting done riteously by the young blonde boy. On the other hand I've been called, rather we've been called but I can do for three if I want to. I stare at her stretched over the bed, moaning crazedly, and assess the situation. I've never left her before. I turn again to Miss, and take one more second to weigh things.
"...I'll be out momentarily, apologies, Miss."
I walk to Mine, set my hand on her shoulder and whisper "Play nice." is all I can think to say.
I go at the house with broom, bag, and shoulder. As I pass by the room I can hear her screaming. Now, you may think this is the totality of what someone could take, but it isn't. The fact is I've been called, and the woman I loved was lost in her own enjoyment of something she'd been denied all the years I'd had it. This is the time when the priorities of ones like us split decidedly from yours. I feel... fulfilled, mad with want, put to task.
I clean the house with the others and wait for mine to emerge bed-headed and off from the events moments before, but I'm not impatient. I accept this as easily as you would working instead of hitting a party, or taking care of family when you'd rather be with your friends. It's not a little thing, but it's little enough.
We linger as long as we're able, but eventually reality comes to call and we're pulled out into the night. I kidnap Nathan into the car so we can see him off safely and we do. He steps on the bus before we leave LA. I'm all but barely standing when we get home. The totality of the weekend has taken hold even if I refuse to admit it. Before we sleep though, Mine says something to me that tells me that everything has changed.
"...You better have enough energy to do me tomorrow"
My eyes must have been sucers, my voice caught in my throat. Never, never ever has Mine had the courage to say anything like that to me. I reflect. I admire. I wait for the next time her voice will come before mine, and I see Mine blossom.
In these three days I've told you, in every second there is not one like that moment, like seeing will dawn on the will-less, even slaves deserve their bliss and to see someone ask for theirs who could not, who would not, for all their beauty and for naught how much they deserved it is the penultimate of who I am and what I was meant for. To hear Mine speak with her own voice strikes me as singularly notable in that she found it only in slavery.
But I hear the combination catch, and I love Miss and Sir so much the more for that. I always will.
And for more friends, you simply should have been there. :)
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