Standing in this opulent London hotel room today, I knew exactly one hour ago ~ as I meticulously dashed cherry gloss over my lips ~ that there’d be no artificial smiles during delightful and unexpected reunions one day.
Tonight is a one off.
Weeks of careful planning on your part created this experience.
We are to finally meet face to face tonight ~ the real you and the real me. Alone, save for our baser….more physical instincts.
Tonight is for the sole intention of getting to know our true selves a little better. There are no old scores to settle between us, no issues to discuss, nor is there any next level to get to.
And there will be very little, if non-existent, verbal communication.
We’ve already said it all, really.
The subtext in our conversations of late has a life of its own, it seems. Layers upon layers…a lifetime of words in just a few months.
I’m done talking with my mouth (and my words)…tonight.
It’s a few hours later…
You’re wife….is gone by now. You’ve sent her on her way in one of those sweet, albeit calmly predictable domestic scenes…a kiss on the forehead and a “drive carefully, please.”
She won’t be back until tomorrow morning.
We’ll have the entire night to ourselves, at long last.
I arrived at your sprawling estate a few minutes ago, safely and comfortably relaxed in the luxury car you ordered. My driver called your guard on the radio, muttering something about the arrival of the package.
I am encased in the softest jersey dress you had sent over, which clings to my every curve.
The high heels you selected for me make me feel so grown up…
As your guard escorts my driver to your front door, the butler scurries out to usher me inside. I’d hoped you’d be there to greet me, but you’ve always made me aware that women come to you and not the other way around.
It’s different. And I love it….
Your man, Frank, leads me through the imposing foyer and down a long hallway. He opens a door and steps aside.
“You’ll find M’Lord just through there…”
I thank him and head up the stairs.
Every step leads me closer to your capable hands.
I imagine their warmth on me after you’ve primed my body with your assortment of whips, ropes, and various other tools designed to remove any illusion of control I might have tonight.
Every step elicits more and more involuntary, physical reactions from my body. By the time I reach the door, I’m trembling….honeyed desire dribbling down my thighs, nipples erect, and your favorite part of my body (my stomach), is practically dancing from all the butterflies.
I open the door and see you “…sitting there in your chair, so patiently, a cup of hot coffee by your side, watching the hands on the clock, as they move almost unnoticeably.”
You turn to look at me.
I wait, silently, as your eyes travel the landscape of the vision that is me, which you helped create today.
Your gaze meets my eyes, finally.
Your voice is thick and rough (the way I love it!) as you gruffly whisper: “What took you so long?”
“Well, hello, to you, too…husband.”
You grin as you remember why we’re here.
“Well, well. Hello…beautiful wife of mine. You ready for this?”
I nod eagerly. I could not be more ready.
You beckon me closer as you reach for my blindfold. ❤︎