at the ragged edges of your conscious are the sounds of his gentle movements, the faint rip of a zipper closing over the bag he keeps his toys in, the acrid smell of simple green that he cleaned them with, as he does diligently after every session, the creak of the leather that encases those rock hard thighs you love to stroke...
the hefty scent of your own sweat laden skin, and the musk of your overstimulated cunt, the cool wet trail of juices running in tiny rivelets down your thigh, adding a softness to the burning ache of your reddened skin
the slide of hair across your stomach, followed by the roped strength of his forearm comes to support you in your weakened state, hauling your limp body back against his solidness as he reaches up, releasing the quick snaps on your cuffs from the chain suspended over head.
a small grunting exhalation of air brushes past your ear as he bends, sliding another strong arm under your legs, lifting you into the curve of his chest, cradling you..you part your lips in a small gasp, to spent to do more as the pain in your back meets the leather of his vest, draping an arm around his neck and nuzzling into the crook of his chin, inhaling deeply of his own masculine sweat scented aroma
a murmured "hush babygirl" shivers across your cheek, his lips grazing the temple, brushing the damp hair away as he walks the few steps to the massive king size bed you both recently purchased, you settle, eyes closing, knowing he will take care of all your pain and worries in his understanding way
he leans over, with yet another grunt, rolling you gently from his arms to lay sprawled on the bed on your stomach, the rough texture of jacquered velvet rubbing against your sensitive skin like a reversed feather, you sigh softly, lifting your arms languidly to stretch towards the headboard, letting them fall short, no more energy available to you
you hazily realize that he's pleased, because you are actually allowed on the bed, and haven't been placed at your customary place at its foot, attached to the light silverlink chain that is imbedded there
suddenly your eyes open with a startled gasp, the shock of the cool cloth having roused you from your mindless revery. He's bathing the sweat from your body with such utter tenderness, whispered words of devotion and love slipping from his sensuous lips
his hands, those large, veined hands reach under your body, rolling it towards his thigh, the cloth roaming gently over your skin, cooling the heat and dampening the fire, you look up, eyelids drooping heavily to gaze at his face, seeing your world in his eyes
your slack muscles resist as you raise a hand, almost in slow motion to stroke the pads of your fingers along his cheek and over his jaw, stopping to linger on his full lower lip, your throat raw as you whisper so quietly.."I thank you Master, I adore you.."
He presses a light kiss to your fingers, reaching up and lowering your hand to your side again, bringing both of your wrists together and snapping the quick buckles together, leaving that symbol of your submission to him intact.
pulling the covers back from the bed, he nudges your body under them, pulling them up to the bridge of your shoulders, urging you to your side as your eyes closed, beyond exhausted from this nights ordeal
finger tips brush over your cheek and lips, he bends, whispering into your ear as you drift off into that state of precious oblivion known as sleep..."you are my slave, and I am pleased, babygirl...sleep now, for it begins again tomorrow"
