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Communing
You were on the step above me, and it gave you just enough height to be slightly taller than me. I moved close to you, and you took hold of my wrists. I made to kiss you, and you signalled for me to stop, but you it wasn't spurning me, just halting me in place.
Your hands slid down to my wrists, where you took hold of them, and as is your habit when you are displaying your dominance, ever so slightly pulled down on them.
I moaned softly, and bent my head down, not burying my face in your neck, but putting my cheekbone on your jawline and just waiting for you to do your will.
Your hands came off my wrists and slid up my arms, ever so slowly. Your touch was electric, and I felt completely in tune with you. Your breath was warm on the side of my face and neck, and my body felt locked in place.
Your hands came up to my elbows then turned inward, sliding over my chest. I gasped as you toyed with my nipples, so sensitive with the permanent rings you put in. You didn't linger though, and your hands slid higher, to my neck and then face. Then our heads were together and I was breathing in as you exhaled, loving the connection I felt. At that moment, all the things I had done that day to make your life better, easier, and more able to focus on your wants, came into sharp focus. It had been a good day, one of service, love, and thoughtfulness.
This moment went on for quite some time, until you signaled it was over, and the wave of emotion I felt at the end was intense. Like a mixture of gratitude, love, devotion, obedience, and joy. Thank you for that moment, and thank you for the opportunity to make your life better.