emmarose

In the window I see an amazing jewel, it’s beautifully crafted. It’s made form gold that wraps around iron, brass and cooper, intertwined with gems, semi precious and precious. It’s been hand crafted.

I admire it though the window, I study its intricate design, in the hope to understand its construction. It is a mystery to me – but I hope to learn it – to understand it.
I consider how I could own such a piece of jewellery and I wonder if I could wear it, could it blend with my other pieces, would it match my clothing? Would I want it to? I consider all these options while truly spell bound by it.

I walk away, it still possessing my mind. The next day I see it again – shining in the window. I am across the road yet it calls to me. Do I visit it – do I allow it to toy with me? To tempt me? I know it means me no harm – yet I feel fear around it – it’s power, it’s pull so strong on me I feel it may entrap me.

It’s a piece of true art, made up of so many different levels, far advanced from me. It has its own life force. I see others admire it. They talk of its gems, they talk of its gold. They wish it contained gold – more gems they talk of how perfect it would be, or could be. They speak to the designer – they ask if there are earrings to match? Does it come in a different colour? This fills my body with rage!! I want to grab it from the window press it hard against my chest do up the latch and never take it off. Yet it is beyond my means. The jeweller looks at his design, it is his best work – yet the world seems to want more, perhaps it needs more of something – perhaps something needs to be removed? Yet every piece of it tells its own story – every element a part of him! Without the iron – the gold would not shine as bright. It earned each and every gem it proudly wears. I am in love with it just the way it is.

I go home, angry with the world that surrounds it. I feel for the jeweller – who is confused, who is questioning it design. I want to have it as part of my life – I realise I could never own it – but perhaps it would consider sharing its life with me? Perhaps it would wrap around my neck and travel with me throughout my life??

I open my draws, filled with clothing – it’s all wrong – it’s too bright, it’s too loud, it’s to showy! It’s incomplete without it. I must change everything. If I wish to have the chance to experience it to wear it. It angers me that people want it to be changed. It angers and upsets me that its designer is in conflict with his self – perhaps he will meet the world’s demands? Yet here I am – in love with it! Contemplating making changes to myself so that I may be considered worthy to wear it – yet I require nothing more form it – than having it as part of me – just the way it is.

In a dimly lit room – empty except for an O ring in the centre of the roof. I wait. I am ready having taken great care to prepare myself for my duty tonight.

The door opens an in enters a very feminine but unmistakeable male figure. He has been told the rules, he must not make eye contact with me and he is to only speak when spoken to.
His job is to provide flesh for my masters cane, my job is please my master.
He walks into the centre of the room; he is dressed in nothing but a G string and cuffs. He reaches his hands up and I clip his cuffs to the o ring.

I move slowly around him, I study what it is I have to work with. I know my master well, I will not disappoint him. This man must become a woman – worthy of my master’s attention. Although I am not worthy of his attention, I know I must work hard to earn the affections of his cane. I must transform this flesh in front of me.

I get to work; I must not keep master waiting. I check every inch of his body; he must be perfect for master. This blank flesh is inadequate for my master. Patches of un kept skin and hair cover its body. I ready my supplies. First I must clean this flesh. I scrub his entire body with freezing cold water and a rough brush – he makes an uncomfortable noise – this isn’t allowed. One glace and he is silent – he dear not make noise!
I wax him, tiny strip at a time. Repeating as often as needed. This flesh must be perfect. Master would expect nothing less. The flesh is rough to the touch; it needs to learn that master’s standards are high. It must be soft against master’s hand. I moisturize the flesh – once, twice, three times. The flesh feels soft.

It must be dressed. I have packed a large bag of master’s likes. I select a black satin garter belt, black lace topped stockings and dangerously high heels. This flesh is pleasing to the eye.

My job has been completed. Master enters the room; I look to him for approval. None is given – have I done badly? My legs fall from under me, I lay on the floor in front of my master, looking up at him, begging almost for his approval. He has a long cane in his hand. He walks past me and towards the flesh I have prepared for him.
His cane splits the air in the room, sending shivers though my body. It impact against the flesh creates an ungodly sound.

I curl myself into a tighter ball, hiding my face. Master disapproves. He requires me to watch. I feel his power moving closer to me, then the touch of his flesh against my skin; it sends his power though out my entire being. Then he pulls my hair hard, forcing me to make eye contact with him. Tears are flooding my eyes, the power in his eyes consumes me, he watches as his power over takes me fully – I put up no fight – willingly surrendering myself to him.

He drags my flesh to his side; I lay at his feet, as he beat the flesh I have prepared for him. He knows I’m not ready to feel the full force of his affection for me.
Hours pass, draining my master’s affections. He saves me the last few drops of affection and wraps me in a soft blanket. He releases the flesh and it is told to leave us. He directs me to his bed. We lay in embrace. He runs his hands over my skin as I return.

Train station - our first meeting

I ask you to meet me at the train station, I’m scared. You willingly
offer to escort me to your place.
The train ride in my body is tingling with a sensation of pins and
needles. I use every ounce of control I have to keep myself from
crying – fearful but excited.
I see you, waiting for me, I rush to you embracing you, and I press my
body against you. The train station is busy hundreds of people rushing
by us, yet time stands still, you pull me in tight against you all my
fears melt away as our lips meet. We are the only two people on earth.
You kiss me with gentle moist kisses. My body against yours – your
excitement grows, I move against you, my hips moving gently, you hold
me tight. I move my lips away from yours and bury my head against your
neck. My breaths are hard and controlled as I try to control my
climax. You pull me close to you – even tighter – I let out a little
cry – bury my head against your neck – you feel the heat of my breath
against your skin as my body responds to your body, my breaths quicken
I have no other choice but to surrender to you, my nectar flows… you
hold me close to you. I look up at you, tears well in my eyes; you
brush the hair from my face as if to say it’s ok, you approve – you
are not angry that I lost control – l am your baby girl, you love me.
Together we walk back to the bus stop, we wait for the bus, the whole
time you’re holding me near your strong arms wrapped around me. I am
embarrassed by my display in the train station, my checks are rosy
red, I snuggle in against you. You protect me and hold me close.
The bus arrives, we board – you pay. We find a seat and together we
make the journey to your house
We arrive at your house, you walk me in, we bypass the living room and
go straight to your bedroom – your room is simple – no hanging
crosses, no cages – I relax. I sit on our bed, you lay on the bed. I
am feeling shy my face is red; I’m still damp from the train station.
I slip my shoes off and join you on the bed.
I feel like a virgin. I am not sure what to expect. I cuddle into you
still trying to hide my blushing face even though we are completely
alone now. You cup my face with your hands and gently angle my face
towards yours – our eyes connect – I am consumed by you, I stubble
into the deepness, darkness of your eyes for what feels like hours.
You tell me I have amazing eyes. I blush, my skin burning form the
heat of my embarrassment. Why am I so shy? Why am I so scared? I am
not a virgin – yet I feel unequipped for the wonderment you offer. I’m
in love with you, I have been from the moment we meet, I am scared.
You tell me there is no rush, you promise to take your time. My body
is screaming for you to be inside me – my body moving against you –
you know it’s coming again so you hold me tight as I climax again.
I apologize; you ask me why I am sorry? I am sorry because I’m scared,
I am sorry I can’t control myself around you, I’m sorry I can’t
control my climax, I’m scared of what level you will take me to – I am
weak and stand no chance of denying you anything you desire – I am
yours you own me.
Your hands pull my hips tightly against yours – fully clothed we move
against each other, I cannot help but climax against you. My body hot with
your heat and my nectar flowing. You side your hands up my skirt and
feel the simple cotton of my underwear against your hand. My hip still
moving against yours, you lay me on my back, your hand moves around
and cups my pussy – you can feel my heat though the cotton of my
underwear. You slip you hand under the soft cotton and gently stoke my
heat my body moving against your hand. Then you slide you finger
inside my lips, you finger disappears into the pool of my nectar – I
have lost control, you are my master my daddy. You run your finger
around my clit my body responding to your affection… I climax, my legs
close trapping your hand inside me, my body violently bucks towards
you I hold you tight against me and let out a scream… my nectar flows,
dripping from me. I release the grip of your finger, you bring your
finger – dripping in my nectar to your mouth and taste me.
You have tasted my nectar, my body weak, you hold me close. My eyes
well with tears, you wipe the tears from my check and say
“Its ok baby girl” “baby girl you deserve pleasure”
I blush, my face burns. I try to hide my face into your chest, you
don’t allow this. You cup my face with your hands and raise my face to
yours, our eyes lock. My sight is blurred (I am not wearing my
glasses) and my eyes are red and burning with my tears, I am ashamed,
who am I to deserve your love and attention? My nectar dripping from
me, I’m making a mess on your freshly made bed – you’re not concerned
– you are enchanted by the way my body moves and responds to your
touch.
You are so strong, so wise. I’m just a child in your world, but I wish
to learn, I want you to teach me daddy. May I enter your world? Will
you take me by the hand and lead me? Can we make this journey
together?

Perhaps you are frustrated? I have had so much pleasure from your
touch, but what pleasure do you have? I know I have been selfish – I
know your experience – your years are much greater than mine, I want
to please you, worship you – but in your world I am a child. You know
the concerns I have, as I have iced over a little, my grip has
softened. I do not wish to tease you, I know you deserve more, what
are you expecting? For our first meeting?
You pull me in closer to you and you say
“Baby girl, there is no rush” “baby girl I love you”
I believe you – I trust you. We lay still partly dressed on your bed,
my nectar dripping from me
“But daddy – I want to please you”
“You do baby girl – you do”
You caress my face with your hand – such gentleness – you’re so strong
– I love you.
Hours pass – you know this journey is going to be a long one, but
you’re not concerned, you’re in no rush, you’re enjoying the journey
we have embarked on.