“I’m glad you answered honestly,” I say. I pick up the remaining half of the Butterfinger bar and slip it into her mouth. “I’ll keep these on hand for when you’ve pleased me.”
“Thank you, Master,” she says when she’s finished it. “That helps a lot.”
I let my fingers wander over the ropes across her body.
“You look beautiful like this,” I tell her. “Exquisite. Like I’ve turned you into a wonderful work of art.”
“I feel like art, Master.” She smiles and looks at my face. “You are a master artist.”
“Thank you, pet,” I say as I return her smile. “I’m glad you approve.”
Cleansing Bonds: Chapter 5
It’s Sunday evening, and though I see the protest in her eyes, I have Yvette kneel in front of me so I can remove her collar.
“Come here, Yvette,” I say as I sit in my chair and pat my thighs with my hands. She crawls up into my lap and lays her head against my shoulder. She sighs as she reaches her arms up around my neck, and I coil mine around her back. “How are you feeling?”
“Elated,” she says without pause. “Wonderful.”
“I take it you enjoyed the weekend?”
“I did,” she confirms.
“Was there anything you didn’t like?”
She hesitates long enough that I know she’s holding back.
“Answer me truthfully,” I command sternly.
“The blindfold,” she admits. “I don’t like to be blindfolded very much.”
“Why not?”
“When I can’t see what you’re doing, my mind starts to think you’re going to do something that will hurt me. I don’t really think you will, but the thoughts are still there.”
“That’s something I’ll want to work on with you,” I say. “Do you understand my meaning?”
“That you’ll blindfold me again.”
“Frequently,” I confirm. “Both because I like it and because it tests your limits. Over time, those thoughts should go away, but I’ll want to talk to you about it after each scene where your sight is eliminated.”
She nods as I stroke her cheek.
“We should talk about what comes next,” I say. “I won’t begrudge you another week to think things over. This relationship is still new to us both.”
We talk some more about our expectations of each other. I tell her plainly that some aspects of a fulltime sub concern me. I still have more research to do, and we both agree to take things one step at a time. Yvette is still adamant that she wants the steady relationship though, and I’m agreeing with her more and more.
“What hesitations do you have?” I ask.
“I’m afraid I won’t know what to do when you aren’t here,” Yvette said. “When I’m alone at my apartment, I think about all the unpleasant things that have happened in my life, and I get depressed.”
I consider her words and realize I will have to make sure she has enough tasks to complete every day before I come home from work. Routine would be very important for her, and I will have to provide that. I will need to make sure she can focus on pleasing me and not on what has happened in her past, even when I’m not here for her to serve.
At the same time, I need to help her heal from those old wounds.
“Let me worry about that,” I say as I take her chin in my hand. “If you are here with me, I’m responsible for keeping you from having the time to dwell on those things. I will also expect you to confront those feelings when I decide it’s the right time. You can’t just bury them.”
There’s fear in her eyes as she looks at me, and I understand.