Sensory Overload

Standing at the doorway into the large room, he saw everything was as it should be. The décor was thick and lush with reds, golds and the hint of cold dark wood beneath the whispering fabrics were both eye catching and appealing all at the same time.

His eyes wandering over the entire area before settling on the object of his power, his sensory overload on a basis that drove him back to the same thing each and every time, pure ecstasy.

As he moved slowly, almost cat like across the heavily adorned floor, his bare feet feeling the rugs over the hard wood, comforting, soft and befit that of an “average day princess”.

The colors and longevity of it all way beyond that of the Princess, but bestowing of the same nature, for that’s what she was. She was so serving, always so willing to allow him into the one place of her being that no one had ever dared to go, knowing her better than she knew herself in so many instances.

He cared for her on so many levels, he knew he needn’t say the words fore’ she could feel them; they vibrated off him with every breath he took in her presence. He walked to where she was completely before him, his eyes drawing over her slowly, so slowly he saw her refrain from the well noticeable shiver that coursed through her, knowing she knew he was there was enough to send her to oblivion without so much as a word passed between them.

She was kneeled on the plush bear rug in front of the overly large fireplace, all that he’d left for her to do for the day accomplished without question, without fail, set exactly how he would want it.

She could not see due to the blindfold tied securely behind her head, her hair hiding the tie to it as it flowed down over her shoulders clear to her waist.
“You’ve done well.” He spoke, his voice smooth, deep and straight into her.

“Thank you Sir.” She said trying so hard to keep the almost desperate sound from her voice.

He heard it and smiled to himself, he had known when he’d written her duties for her mind would be in a place where only he could take her to and draw her back from. As was every time he bestowed something new upon her, beit a task, a question she didn’t know how to answer without his guidance and knowledge, all the way to the places he could and would take her with the simplest of touches and words.

He knew she was his; no one could ever show or learn more from the other than they could. For as much as she learned from him, he learned from her. As he would bring about her desires and pleasures, he knew her mind, her every thought as if he were thinking them along with her. A connection known to some as a “romantic” trait was truly one of a kind only accrued by a few people in life, and when it was breeched, it was only as far as the world could take them. No end and no beginning….

He picked up item from the table beside the fireplace and moved toward her slowly, as to not alert her senses to a point she would know his intentions. As he neared her position he commanded, “Up”.

Immediately she stood, her body bathed in warm firelight, the air cool enough so that the temperatures he would take her to would not be effected, though her blindfold blocked the room and him, she still remained eyes closed, relaxed and poignantly so.

He reached out and drew the item over her body slowly, letting her skin register the item as he saw her skin immediately react to the light soft touch.. “What do you feel?”

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