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The Teahouse
By Ann Erato
The cedar beamed teahouse was a rectangle with the long end running East-West and the entrance at the eastern end of the southern wall. The rice paper walls glowed from within, lit by the small charcoal brazier that was positioned in the center of the room. The structure would be known as a 12 tatami sized space, the floor covering laid out in two rows of four squares.
I followed Tory through the entrance and stopped her on the only wood section of the floor. I removed my shoes and slipped on a pair of clean socklets of warm cotton left in a small box near the door for that purpose. Tory did the same. I pulled the cloak off her shoulders and hung it on a peg by the door. She did the same for me and I smiled when I realized both of us had been wandering around in our pajamas, covered by the pelisse we found in our room.
Tory was clad in a red thermal-knit, jumpsuit pajama, with a scoop neckline and five buttons up the front. Her dark hair and soulful eyes were complimented nicely by the deep, rich and solid color of her pajamas. I was in a soft cotton, flannel nightdress that came to mid-calf. The rose printed nightdress, edged in lace, was ivory in color. Both of us drank in the sight of the hints and promise of each of ours soft bodies in the comfortable fabrics.
I took Tory by the shoulders and marched her around
the rice-paper screens that served to capture and dissipate energy as it
entered the room, leaving the space of the rest of the room for tranquillity
and peace.
Around the corner, opposite the door, was a small shrine with a hanging
parchment containing these words from the Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam:
Ah, Love! Could thou and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits-and-then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's desire!
I let you read the words as I held you close. My front pressed and molded to your rear, my arms circling you and embracing you. I cupped your breasts in my hands, not in any sexual way, but merely(Merely!!) giving them support, pressure, weightlessness. My body was your cradle at that instant and I drifted in the stream that was your neck, your dark hair, your scent, as my nose and mouth made the journey along the ridge of your soft shoulder.
I let you know without words my intent; to re mold this moment for the two of us.
After reading, you close your eyes and sigh, leaning your head back, brushing your cheek against mine. I take what is offered; long sleek neck, hollow of your throat, fleshy lobes of your ears. I turn you without losing touch with your body. I marvel as always how our two fleshes feel so well together. The unique bond of our sisterly bodies. I cup your head and I kiss you now. My hands rest on either cheek, thumb running along your jaw. You encircle my forearms with your soft hands and once again I am thrilled by the feeling of the callous on palm, finger, and thumb.
Your hands are work toughened, honest and true. I love the feeling of them across my body and you start to give me that feeling now as your hands move along my arms to my shoulders, cupping my back, sliding along the twin columns of muscle that run astride my spine. Your thumbs rest in my sacral dimples and your fingers splay across the talus of my rump.
I suck in the moan that emerges from your mouth when your hands discover my lack of panties. My lips are on fire with the softness and heat of yours. I suck your lower lip into my mouth, sucking it hard and soft. I nibble and nip at your lip. I am so hungry for you Tory.
I break our connection and lean back from the waist. I need to gather my wits, and slow our dash. Looking in your eyes I see no question, only a quiet resolve to be for me what I need, what I will. My will be done.
Taking you by the hand I led you to a pillow in front of the small charcoal brazier. I seat you so you face the way the door faces, to the North. I can sense you are nervous. You do not know me well at all really and you have urges to flee when emotions become too much for you. Flee or fight. Lash out. That feeling is not in you in this place but still I sense you need something to occupy you while I prepare our tea.
"Light the candles for me please, Tory!" I ask you sweetly, pointing to the three glass globes that ring the iron brazier. The hand-blown glass globes are the size of large brandy snifters. Their sides are finely chased with designs of clouds, stylized wind, stars, moon, sun.
The candle contains a wick floating in scented oil. You pick up a thin straw and ignite it. I watch your steady hand as it brings the flame to bear on each of the wicks. I love the glow on your mature face, the look of concentration, of need to do a good job that lights you from within.
I have finished heating the water and now I bring the black ceramic tea kettle and the dove gray and rose cups to us on a lacquered bamboo tray.
I pour your cup first, of course, and chant a small prayer under my breath, asking that strength and nourishment be given to you. I present the cup to you at eye level and you smile slightly at my odd and seemingly bizarre behavior. The smile dies on your lips when you catch my eye.
My look is stern, fierce, intense actually, you amend. Not stern. The force of it sends you reeling for a moment and you probe my face with your eyes, your heart. You glean my feeling then. Fierce love for you. A need to be and pass on the protection my heart has to offer. You lower your eyes and stare into the depths of your tea as it slowly rotates clockwise.
Tory
I slowly came to focus on the surface of my tea. The wide rim of the cup contained the small, pensive look of my face. I did not give myself easily to others. I had to know what Ann's motives were in seeking me. I had to be her only one. My heart would break if she was just playing games with me. If I was just one of a string of subs she kept for her own amusement.
My need for the woman who would take complete possession of my soul was very real. I had so much to give another and for the right one there would be no limits of my love. This thought thrilled me down deep. I imagined the freedom I would have in not being able to deny anything to my Mistress.
My gaze traveled across the gulf between us, inching along the mat until it encountered her soft gown. I noted how the gown rode up past her knees as she sat Indian style. I winced inwardly at the nicks, the indentations just under her kneecaps, along her shin, where she had cut her legs shaving. I rested my gaze in the soft hollow of the fabric that draped between her thighs, then followed the plane of her stomach toward her breasts. Finally I lifted my eyes until they focused on her brown ones. I noted a small red mote in her right eye, a tiny imperfection, swimming in the sea of brown.
She held my gaze with calm certainty now, waiting, giving me the slack I needed. Gone from her eyes was the fierce look. Now she seemed serene.
We had met only a few months ago when she saw me at the stables and invited me to her house. The time we shared at her house was very special and a close bond had begun to form between us. As leery as I was of sharing my heart with another, Ann twice matched then exceeded my reserve. She was a pool of complexity, one moments as open and honest as a wind swept field, next guarded and tangled as a briar patch. So many times I thought I had made a breakthrough when some new facet of her looms into consideration.
I was patient, and I sensed Ann had so much to offer the one she let hold her heart. I was willing to endure much at her hands if I knew they were guided by honest love from her soul. I remembered our third date; her passion and what she was willing to demand from me...
After our second date I was resolved to give more of myself. We had shared secrets, talked long into the night. We had made love. Gentle affirming love, finding and exploring each others bodies. I knew she wanted more from me, that she wished me to surrender to her will all I had. I had let her know without saying as much that there was still much I was afraid to explore yet. She had respected my limits, with easy humor, but I knew a time of reckoning would come.
The time and place of our third date was not set. I knew it loomed somewhere off in the future, like the sweet expectation of Christmas for a child. I felt in my heart something good was coming for me just around the corner, I just had to be a 'good girl' and someone would take grave note and file it away for later fulfillment.
Harbinger of the third date came in the form of an expensively wrapped gift box. Pale as cream stiff parchment paper was bound with black and silver ribbon. What lay inside was soft, very likely an item of clothing, I thought as I held it in my hand then carried it into my house. Scissors parted the ribbon and cut a long seam in the paper.
I expected sexy underwear or something like that and I was surprised when it was an oatmeal colored bodysuit. Comfortable thermal-knit material with a scoop neck, three buttons at the front and snaps at the bottom. I slipped out of my robe, panties and T-shirt so I could try this on. It fit perfectly, the bottom cut so most of my ass and hips were naked. It felt like a giant Ann~hug.
Searching the remains of the paper I discovered a card bearing my name in the curious block printing Ann uses. The printing was rather like the old Elvish in the J.R.R. Tolkien books. The note thanked me for our last date and gave me precise directions to her cabin-in-the-woods. Xmas had come and now I knew where and when the presents were being delivered. She promised a day and night retreat and advised me to bring warm clothing. The bodysuit was to form the foundation for an outfit I was to wear there to meet her.
She was going country and rustic. An atmosphere I felt comfortable in. I threw some clothes together, a sleeping bag, essential toilet articles, then slowed to select my outfit for the drive up and our initial meeting.
The bodysuit of course. I decided no bra or panties as the suit was so snug. Levi, 501 button jeans. Hiking boots and warm socks. A comfortable cable knit sweater completed the outfit.
The drive out showcased mother nature in her gaudy autumn garb. Orange and yellow leaves clinging to branches now revealed in sinuous curves. Bright sparkle of water flowing over gray and white rockbed as I drove over a wooden bridge. The temperature was fine, in the 60's, and I hoped Ann would take me for walk in the afternoon.
The cabin was quaint and I flashed to an image of the Last Homely House at the edge of the Misty Mountains. I saw Ann was there already and I parked next to her Jeep. The door was open so I left my car and walked in to the cabin.
Ann was seated in a straight backed chair facing the door. She was dressed in a long denim dress and in front of her was a pair of suede boots, unlaced, with blocky stacked heel soles. The dress was fronted with silver buttons, the three starting at the top and ending at the shirred waist being two finger widths apart. The five buttons that stretched from her waist to the bottom of her dress were one palm width apart. the buttons were silver and patterned after the old Mercury head dime. In her hand was a crystal goblet containing an amber liquid.
"Hello, Tory!" her words flowed out and swept me toward her. Her tone was cool as she uttered my name. Normally she called me her little one and I loved the feeling she was able to put into that simple phrase 'little one'.
"Hello, my Mistress," the automatic title did not escape her. She had told me to use that honorific when we made love. I wanted to convey that I was primed and ready to be on that level with her now. I took the three steps that brought me in to her intimate space.
"Can I offer you a drink?" Ann's words gave me pause. What I wanted her to offer me was her lips. I was impatient to kiss her. I could not read her expression but it was somehow formal. I sensed she would not brook the familiarity of my kiss.
The drink offer was potential trouble. I had struggled with conquering a drinking problem. My inner doubt loomed now at her distant manner and the raft of alcohol suddenly seemed like a good idea.
I was suddenly and instantly pissed at her. Freezing me out and not acknowledging the intimacy we shared before. Throwing this cool facade at me. My eyes flashed my anger and hurt and I snapped out "Don't bother getting up, I will serve myself."
I rounded a step past her and headed toward the sideboard when I felt her strong fingers circle my wrist before I was wrenched to my knees by her right side.
Her cool expression had not changed as she stared into my eyes, took a sip of her drink, then leaned forward to kiss me. She released my wrist then gripped the back of my head as our lips touched. I held mine tight, closed until I felt her urgency. I opened then and was suddenly filled with the rush of liquid from her mouth. The sweet cider had warmed in her mouth as it flowed into mine. She broke the kiss when my mouth was full then leaned back into the chair.
I swallowed the sweet apple cider and detected no alcohol in the mixture. Sudden shame suffused my face when I thought of how I had doubted my Mistress. She watched my mouth and throat work as the cider slid down my throat. I opened my mouth to thank her but she gestured me silent.
"I did not give you permission to swallow, Did I Tory?" Ann asked evenly.
More guilt and shame painted me red "No Mistress, you did not," I said very softly then "Please forgive me."
I had been tested and found wanting. I had also doubted her actions. I was only to learn much later that I could trust her actions and intent, but really, by surrendering myself I had given up the right even to question what she did in my mind.
"Tory I have respected your limits and have not pushed you at all" she spoke these truths and I nodded agreement "but that time is over. You will give of yourself today more than you have ever given to another lover."
I know the truth of her words as she spoke them. I looked into my heart and found the courage I needed to press on. In a very real way Ann had passed tests I had put up for her in my mind.
"First Tory, I need your help with my boots" she paused and looked at me kneeling at her feet "Did you like the gift I bought you?" she asked, slightly dizzying me with the change of topic.
"Yes Mistress, I wore it underneath as you instructed." She raised her eyebrows and I felt obliged to show her. I lifted the cable-knit sweater over my head and put it on the floor at my feet.
Ann had frowned when the bodysuit came into view. She shook her head then said "I am going to have to make a slight alteration in that Tory, bring me those scissors" she pointed to a wicked sharp pair of silver scissors on the sideboard.
I walked to the sideboard then brought them over, careful to carry them by covering the blade and pointing the sharp end away from my body. I presented them to Ann, handle first, after kneeling, of course.
She smiled and complimented me on my grace. I glowed from the praise. She took the material just over my right breast between her right forefinger and thumb while holding the scissors in her left. I watched dumbly as she started cutting the material covering my breasts, careful to slide the dull edge of the scissors against my breast. In a few moments my breasts were completely exposed to the air and her gaze.
"Now bring the scissors back and throw away the extraneous material" she ordered softly. "And do move with as much grace as you displayed earlier" her smile was ironic.
Her attention did not lift off of me as I walked to the sideboard then to the garbage can in the kitchen. She had turned to see me make the long walk from the kitchen back to a position in front of her. I felt each bobble and sway of my breasts as I approached her.
"Nice, Little One, very nice" again I was pleased at her praise and to hear my pet name pass her lips made me happy. "Now the boots Tory, I want you to help put them on."
She extended her left foot until her toes touched the top of my breast. "Warm the foot and calf up a little with a massage" she purred at me while looking into my eyes.
Ann's feet were normal sized for her height but what was unusual were the length of her toes. Glancing swiftly at her hands I saw now that the fingers and toes were both very long. The nails of her toes were neatly trimmed and painted a deep red. I lifted the foot and gave it a gentle kiss at the ball, then arch, finally heel. I returned to her toes and gave each one a gentle kiss on the snout. Her moan of encouragement was music in my ears. I took her big toe in my mouth and sucked on it, then bit at the callused outer edge of the toe.
I sucked each toe at length then alternated in giving her foot little nips and bites then warm caresses. I moved my hands up to her ankle and used my powerful hands, trained from hours of tightening and working with leather tack, to loosen her joint. Her calves received my attention last. Gliding long strokes along the length of the muscles, then digging in the pads of my fingers into her calf muscle proper set my Mistress to purring. The left foot was ready for the boot I judged.
I slid it into its suede cradle then began to lace the boot up. She stopped me after the first set of eyelet's.
"Push the lace through then complete its journey by gripping and pulling it in your teeth" she instructed "but first I want your pink tongue to prepare the eyelet for the laces passage. Think of each eyelet as a passage leading into my body. Give me the attention and devotion you have shown in the past on those tasks."
With her instructions in mind I slowly completed dressing her out in her boots. She whispered little words of encouragement to me as I worked. Promising me what she was going to do to me. She was very explicit and it set me on fire. She also swept my hair out of my eyes and softly kissed my forehead a number of times. I felt turned on and pampered as I served my Mistress.
Finally she was dressed. She stood and took my hand while leading me from the cabin. I looked longingly at my discarded sweater for a moment and she say my gesture. "Perhaps we should go into town? I think I may need to purchase a few things."
I was mortified at the thought of walking downtown with my breasts hanging out. I could not do it I thought. She laughed at my discomfiture then reassured me that today she would not display me for others. She then warned sternly that that day would come!
She drove us to a glade several miles in the woods. She switched off the engine and looked at me for a moment before telling me to get out. Again I could not read her expression and this scared me. I stood tentatively by my door until she slammed hers then beckoned me to the front of the Jeep. I rounded the front of the Jeep and she took me by the elbows and lifted me ass first onto the hood.
"Remove your shoes, socks and jeans now Tory" she ordered crisply. I sat on the hood and quickly ripped the laces from my boots enough so they slipped off me feet. Socks next, stuffed into the hollows of the hiking boots. I stood on the hood of the Jeep to give me the leverage to push my jeans past my hips and down my legs. Soon they were puddled at my feet.
Ann had moved to the back of the Jeep and returned with a cloth work out bag while I had disrobed. She returned in time to see my little jeans striptease for the woodland animals. She bent at the knees then unzipped the bag, rising with several items in her hand.
"Catch," she cried and tossed me something. It was a leather cuff, secured with two buckles and sporting a metal D ring. "Put it on," she said casually "Left wrist," she amplified. The cuffs sister was soon on my right followed by two ankle cuffs.
All this seemed so surreal to me. I was actually buckling these things on myself, tugging the leather straps between my teeth while holding the cuffs with my opposite hand. She watched with an interested but otherwise unemotional look on her face. She offered me her hand and helped me down from the hood.
She was kind and gentle as my ass was perched on the edge of the Jeep and my arms were around her shoulders. Ann tilted her head up to be kissed and it was soft at first then her kiss took possession of my lips. She kissed me as her Mistress then. She owned my lips and mouth. Tugging and sucking my bottom, then top lip into her mouth. Biting gently but biting nonetheless.
I slid the rest of the way down and she put my feet on top of her suede boots. Like little islands in the sea of grass, she sheltered me on her suede landfalls. She pressed me back against the heated front of the truck and continued to kiss me. I was so hot and felt so owned in those leather collars, my breasts crushed against the denim softness of her breasts.
We did an strange dance, me on her feet as she swung stiff hipped to the bag. "Pick it up" she commanded me. She circled my waist with a powerful arm to steady me as I leaned over to slide my arm through the cloth loops of the handle. We walked back again as a unit, stiff-gaited. I placed the bag on the hood of the Jeep.
"Spread the comforter on the hood," she directed.
She positioned me so now I faced the Jeep, my rump to her, still standing
on her boots. She reached between my legs and undid the twin snaps at the
bottom of my suit. Suddenly I was filled with one of her fingers. She slid
so easily into my slick depths. We both moaned at how juicy I was.
"Crawl up there now Little One, hurry." she urged me on to the
hood again. This time my knees and hands were padded as I crouched on all
fours. "That is right Tory, that is exactly how I want you!" she
said.
She had rummaged in the bag and come up with four cotton ropes with quick release snaps sewn onto the end. "Put your hands up there by the rail for the luggage racks," she said brusquely.
In moments my wrists were secured to those rails and my arms were splayed wide, hands resting on the roof of the Jeep. My ankles were secured to two towing shackle on the front of the vehicle. I was propped up still on my knees and my ass and everything else was deliciously exposed and available. The majority of my weight was being born by my shoulders and arms. I could ease the tension by leaning back slightly and shifting that center of my gravity.
I felt Ann's warm hands on my ass then stroking my swollen lips. She had taken a seat next to me on the Jeep, sitting Indian style with a butt plug and a vibrator in the cloth basket formed by her lap.
"Whose ass is this?" she asked conversationally as she rubbed, lightly slapped and pinched my buttocks.
"Yours Mistress. My ass is yours!" I replied.
"And whose pussy is this Tory?" she asked as she slid two fingers along my furrow then slid one carefully inside me.
"Your Pussy Mistress. My hot, wet, wanting pussy is your to do whatever you want with Mistress!" I declared.
"Whatever? Hmmmmm" she mused to herself.
"First Tory I am going to fill your ass with this butt plug," As she spoke she lubricated the thing by sliding it in my plentiful juices. She coated it liberally. "It will provide a delicious feeling if you bear down on it when you climax."
The plug slid very slowly past the tight rim of my anus. She coaxed and wheedled it past my instinctive resistance. Ann was very gentle and soon I was deliciously full back there.
"Now this little monster is going into the pussy I now own," Ann stated as she showed me the vibrator. "The thick shaft, well, you can guess where that will go. But this slim 'twig" about the size of my pinky at the base? Where does that go? Seems everything else is full? Ahh yes, it will be positioned against your clit."
Ann smiled as she slowly worked the phallus deep into me. She teased my outer lips first with the bulbous crown. Ann rubbed my clit and slowly stroked the shaft in and out while saying sweetly something about getting it positioned 'just so'.
I was very close and the littlest bit more would send me over the edge. A sheen of sweat had now formed over my whole body. Ann slid off the hood and moved to sit in the driver's seat of the car. She reached in the back seat and retrieved her 'silver bullet' thermos. She unscrewed the cap and poured a cup of coffee into the lid/cup, which she then placed on the dashboard. The steam from the cup formed a fog on the inside of the window. Ann then reached to the ceiling of the console where an electric garage door opener would be stored. She brought down a remote control of some kind and I realized what it was as she pressed the button and I felt the vibrator thrummmm to life deep inside me.
Ann lifted an ironic toast to me and edged the remote up one level. The twig was now active and a steady buzzz was coursing through my clit. I writhed in my restraints as the pleasure coursed through my body. I stared at her through the glass and she saw the orgasm approach in my eyes.
Ann leaned forward and planted a kiss on the windshield. I saw the vestigial remains of her lipstick print on the glass. I leaned forward and opened-mouth kissed that windshield, trying to tongue my way through to her. She smiled wickedly, kicked the vibrator to the highest setting, then sat back to watch me become slave to her device. I screamed her name as the pleasure jolted through me. I swore on everything I held sacred that I belonged to her forever, body and soul. I screamed that oath until I was hoarse from cumming, from shouting.
I stared dumbly at her and my mouth and eyes, soul and heart communicated the message again to her through the glass "I am yours forever Ann, body and soul."
She looked serene as she picked up her cup of coffee
and took a sip, while writing in the steam on the window:
YES!
I know
Then she mouthed the words "I love you" and punctuated the last
with a kiss.
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