Evelyn could scream with frustration, her body was yelling at her to let go and surrender to the orgasm that was knocking at the gates, but the control Peter had taught her kept her focused and kept her from the promised land. He withdrew again. She clenched every muscle in frustration. The emotion was too much and tears spilled from her eyes onto the bedding. It was all too much, yet she was strong and she held back the orgasm.
She was hot and hungry, yet she knew she must wait for her Master. The gap could have only been a matter of seconds, yet it felt an eternity. She stemmed the flow of tears and wiped her cheeks on the sheets. The beads of perspiration cooled her as she waited.
Her next sensation was Peter's thighs pressed against hers. She felt the head of his penis touch her slit, wet with her dripping nectar. She felt the velvet tip of his cock circled the entrance. Right then without warning he took her. She moaned with passion. She loved the feeling of his rock hard cock and the way he filled her. She exhaled, as she took the single slow, yet persistent stroke. She knew he was buried to the hilt because she felt his balls pressed against her labia.
"I wish you to squeeze my cock my pet. Use your muscles, milk my cock.” His voice came in gritty sighs. “You have my permission to cum, but you must do it solely with your muscles’ grip."
"Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir."
She set to her task. She worked her pelvic floor muscle and felt his phallus buried deep within her. The speed at which she squeezed and released brought her close. The world began to blur, as her body and her need took over. The spasms filled her body and the sweet and sour pins and needles raked her body. Her knees gave way and she collapsed onto the bed, Peter still mounted deep within her. They lay still.
After a time to recover, Peter withdrew his penis. He still had not cum and his penis was hard and standing proud. He untied her hands and massaged her aching limbs. She started to turn, but he kept her on her stomach.
She looked over her shoulder at her Master, grateful for her orgasm. She was tired yet wanting more, wanting to serve him in any way he wanted.
He stood before her now. It was obvious, by his position, what he wanted next form her and she opened her mouth to accommodate his penis. She could taste her own juice on him and she licked and sucked him clean.
"My pet, I want you to think again of my size. You know where I will take you next?” He withdrew his cock from her mouth, to allow her to talk.
"Yes Sir, I know where you will use me next."
"I wish you to ask me to use you in that way."
She had always had problems in vocalizing these most intimate of things. Despite her embarrassment, she did as her Master had requested, “Sir, it would give me great pleasure, if you would use my bottom for your pleasure."
"And you give this freely?"
"Sir, I give myself to you. My service to you is unreserved. My body is yours to use for your pleasure."
"Thank you my pet. Your service honors me."
Peter moved behind Evelyn once more and positioned her back on all fours. He kissed her rose bud as a prelude to opening her. He took time and applied his lubricated finger to the tight puckered skin. Slowly he opened her firstly with a finger then two.
He'd had the pleasure of taking her second virginity and had always savored the delight in taking her there. He had always thought it was one of the ultimate ways of expressing dominance and submission. So submissive to be penetrated there, so dominant to be the one penetrating. It was also a true expression of trust, maybe the ultimate intimate expression of trust. Her anus ready, he offered his phallus to her delicate opening. He heard her sigh, as slowly he took her. Her pleasing tightness gripped him. He loved her, and never wanted to be parted from her. He felt his own crisis drawing near and as it did, his rhythm increased.
Unable to hold back, he sunk his phallus to the very depths and pulsed deep inside her, anointing her with his very life essence. It was Peters turn to collapse over Evelyn's back. He was spent. He pinned her to the mattress and for a time, still inside her yet relaxed, while he recovered the energy to move.
Evelyn was comforted by his weight. She enjoyed this period of closeness. The tender embrace. Although a little tender, she was at peace feeling complete, whole, and at one with her Master and the world. At that moment time had no meaning. They lay there for what seemed like hours. Her first sensation of reality was the feel of Peter's penis slowly and carefully withdrawing from her.
He moved around the bed and bundled her up into his arms. “Time for us to shower my pet."
With heavy limbs, he guided her to the bathroom. He ran the shower and tested the temperature. They entered the shower together and it was Peter who washed his disciple.
Evelyn felt his hand caress every inch of her. The pleasantly warm spray eased away all the aches of tired arms and shoulders. It took the tension out of her still unsteady legs.
She watched as Peter bent and kissed the amulet that hung at her throat. He bent further and kissed each of the four crop marks on her breasts, followed by the two amulets that hung from her nipple rings. She watched as water streaked through his hair, as he sunk to his knees and kissed the raised welts on her pubis one by one and then the amulet that hung from her clit ring. She knew she would carry the marks for over a week, but her Master's tender kiss removed any discomfort. She loved her Master beyond life itself.
He rose and they embraced, melting into a kiss. Their lips parted and their tongues danced. Finally parting from the spell of the kiss, she tenderly washed his body, finally sinking to her knees to pay homage to her Master's phallus. Having bathed it, she kissed the tip. She would have gladly brought him to another climax with her mouth, but Peter gestured for her to stand and he led her from the shower. She wondered for a moment, why he had not wanted to go further. Then she looked as his body, he looked frailer than he had done even moments ago. Although he did not look older, there was something about his countenance that made him look physically weak. His arms looked thinner and although his eyes sparkled, his face looked somehow gaunt.
Dried and dressed they sat together on the bed. Evelyn could smell his aftershave as she snuggled into his chest.
"Now my pet. I wish you to tell me about your year, I have missed you and I want to hear all about your life."
She loved his concern for her wellbeing. It felt so safe being with her Master once again. It was now as it had always been, Peter was involved with each part of her life.
Slowly and in detail, she told her Master how she had spent her year. This ranged from her life and love with James, the attentions on her home and her promotion at work, to her clothing purchases and a new recipe for the new turkey stuffing for Thanksgiving.
Peter sat listening, drinking in her words, as if he was taking in her very life's essence. “You sound happy my pet."
"I am, Sir,” she paused wondering whether to add the words in her heart, “but I would be happier with you."
"I know my pet, and I would truly love that too, but you know we are lucky to have this time."
"I know Sir. But..."
Peter silenced her, with a look and she became passive, “What of your tasks I wished you to perform, since our last meeting?"
Evelyn smiled again at his control over her and she prepared in her mind the list of personal self-improvements. She remembered he had asked her to work on her second language, German. In the great scheme of things not the most practical for all, but as the company she worked for was part of a German conglomerate it seemed prudent to learn it. They chatted in fluent German for a while.
Peter smiled approvingly, “I am pleased my pet."
"Sir, I think it played a part in my recent promotion."
"I am pleased for you."
She knew he was sincere in his comment by the warmth in his eyes.
Peter stroked her cheek softly. He knew how difficult the next part of the conversation would be for both of them, yet the subject must be broached. “My pet, I need to talk to you abou
t your home life."
Evelyn flinched, as if a raw wound had been probed, and with hesitation in her voice she said, “Yes Sir?"
"How are things going between you and James?"
"He is not my Master, Sir."
"I know that, but we have discussed this before,” his words were steady, clear. “I have asked you to strengthen your bond with your husband. I know this is not easy for you."
"No, Sir it isn't easy, but I have tried,” there was a tremble in her voice, an uncertainty. She wanted to please Peter, but there was an irony. To please Peter he wanted her to move closer emotionally to another man. “It feels unnatural to live with a man as an equal. I would be much happier in service, serving you."
"I know my pet, but it is not possible to serve me now, as you once did. We may only meet once a year. And as glorious as this annual meeting is, I want to rest in the knowledge you have a new life, a happy life...” there was a sorrow in Peter's voice.
He was torn with conflict too, she knew. He wanted her as much now as he ever had, but he loved her enough to want her to find a more permanent happiness. “I need to know your life with him is healthy and happy."
Tears welled in her eyes. “Sir, I love you."
"I know my pet. We can't always have what we want. I need you to be strong and give some of the love you have for me to James.” Peter stoked away the tear as it rolled down her cheek.
They cuddled. Evelyn felt his warmth through his shirt. She clung to him never wanting to let go. She knew that all she wanted was to be here with her Master. Yet, she knew how hopeless that was. Her tears moistened his shirt. She felt as if her heart was already breaking.
She stifled a sob as she said, “Yes Sir, but it is not easy.” She paused and sniffed. “I do love him too, Sir, but it is different."
"I know how hard it is, and of course it is different my pet.” His hand never left her cheek, as it stroked her silky smooth skin. “James is a good man?"
"Yes Sir."
"And he treats you well?” She could hear the concern in his voice.
"Yes Sir.” She thought of what a caring man James was, and smiled up at Peter. “He is a good man, he deserves someone better than me, I love you both and yet I betray both of you. I can't give either of you up. If it was possible I would be with you forever."
"I know my pet ... The time we have is special, but we must always look to the future.” He paused searching for the right words, “I need to know you will be happy with him. You will need to make your life with him."
In the way it often happens in the mist of sorrow, Evelyn's mind flicked to a funny time that made her laugh aloud.
Peter smiled and questioned, “What?"
Evelyn tried to put the moment into words, “It's nothing really. I was just thinking back to something that happened a few months ago."
"I'd love to hear,” Peter said, holding her close.
"Well, it just tickled me. It was when I suggested to James that we try something a little new ... I asked if he had ever thought of trying a little bondage. Really, it was the funniest thing. I mean he did his best, but really, it was hopeless. I bought him a book on basic seamanship and put a book mark in on the section with all the knots.” She laughed again.
Peter laughed with her and kissed her tear stained cheek.
Evelyn held him even closer and cried softly. She needed the feel of her Master and she never wanted to part from him. “I do love him, Sir.” She paused and sniffed. “And I need you ... I need you so much."
Peter held her tightly, “I know my pet, I feel your need, but there may come a time when it is not possible for you to visit me."
"Not even once a year?” She was stunned. “Oh, my god! Does that...? That doesn't mean you are going to leave me? Are you?"
Peter comforted her as best he could. “Like all things end, this will too, but not yet. At this time next year, you will come to me again, and you will serve me again. But there may come a time...” His voice was calm and measured.
"Now my pet, dry your eyes. The time has come to part. You have served me wonderfully well, as you have always done. I wish it could be for longer, but sadly we have had our allotted time.” His eyes were moist and warm with affection. “You see how weak I am becoming? It takes a year for me to recover my energy."
"Master could we not have just a little while longer?” pleaded Evelyn. Right now she would say anything for another minute, another second.
"My pet, you know we have had all the time we have. Believe me, if I had the power to give you more, I would, but sadly we have used our time and we have used it wonderfully well."
"Can't I just stay the night, or just a little while?” she pleaded tears of desperation in her eyes.
"My pet, if there were any way, but you know there isn't. We are lucky to have the time we have, few are so fortunate."
"I know but..."
Peter silenced her and stood. Evelyn reluctantly stood too and held onto Peter's hand for dear life, not wanting to let go. He slowly led her to the door. She knew she had to be strong. It was like that big long goodbye she'd had to give him four years ago. It had cut like a knife then and on every anniversary since. She swallowed hard, holding the lump in her throat tight. She did not want to break down in front of the man she loved. She watched as Peter opened the door. Their eyes were fixed, as their lips connected in a parting bittersweet kiss. A kiss she wanted to last an eternity.
Waves of emotion rolled over her as she made her way back to the car. Evelyn felt her emotions bubbling up, the joy of seeing her Master and the despair of saying goodbye for another year. Why had he abandoned her? She felt like a small boat adrift on the ocean, the waves of emotion rocking the craft.
She caught her breath as a wave of emotion washed over the deck swamping her. She sobbed back the tears, as she got to the car and fumbled with the lock. Once she was inside the sanctuary of the Jaguar, the dam burst and her emotions washed over her. She leaned over the steering wheel as floods of tears fell from her. It was like the sorrows of the world draining from her in her tears. She was inconsolable as she wept. Emotion rolled over her like breakers on the shore, one after the other, each bringing another devastating feeling of grief and despair.
Grief like love has its own time zone. When the here and now returned to Evelyn she realized it had only been minutes that had passed, and not the hours that she had felt. Drying her eyes and blowing her nose, she gathered her composure and put the key in the car's ignition. She felt mildly irritated with her own loss of control. This had been the fourth time she had parted from Peter like this; surely, she could control these emotions by now? Of course, she couldn't. Yet, she also knew life goes on.
She drove slowly from the grounds of the Manor. Her journey home was cold and dark in contrast to the joy she had felt earlier. Her somber mood made her more introspective, thinking on past joy and sorrow, a bittersweet kaleidoscope of memories. It was always the silly little things.
Even the tie he wore tonight, such a small detail, but it was enough to provoke a sob, she had bought him that tie and it had been the tie she had selected with the clothes he was to be buried in. She was again aware of the four amulets. It was their power that kept them connected.
She retraced her journey until she got to a shrine situated on a rather sharp bend. The shrine was a simple cross with the collection of floral tributes. She pulled the car over to the side of the road and got out, taking with her the single red rose that lay on the passenger seat. She walked over to the cross and with a loving smile on her face; she touched the timber that had weathered there for the past four years. Before laying the rose at the base, her voice cracked as she read aloud the words written on the card:
"My eternal love, to you, my friend, husband and Master. E"
Evelyn cried again. It had been four long years since the crash had parted them, taking Peter from their earthly life together. Why had he not taken more care of his precious life? That night it had been rai
ning and the car had lost its grip of the road. He had been so anxious not to be late for their anniversary meal.
Waves of emotion flooded over her again. How she missed him. How she wanted to be with him again. Many times, she had thought of taking her own life, at this very spot, just to be reunited with her Master for all eternity.
She probably would have succumbed to those dark thoughts too, if it had not been for James. It had been James that had brought her from the edge. All she wanted now was to be held; held by James who would bring her back to life again.
She loved him too. He was a good man. It was his love that would fill the void, to cushion and comfort her, as it had just after Peter's tragic death.
Evelyn's car pulled into her driveway. She let out a sigh. Home and sanctuary. The tangle of emotions still swirled around in her head. She felt physically drained and mentally exhausted.
As she stepped from the car, James appeared at the door to greet her. She ran to his arms and clung to him desperately, as if they had not seen each other for years, rather than at breakfast just that morning.
"God, I am so happy to see you,” Evelyn whispered in his ear.
"I've missed you too darling."
Evelyn could hear the warmth in his voice and felt the warmth of his embrace. She felt truly home again.
James held her close, “I know it is a difficult day for you.” He paused and kissed her softly on the cheek. “I know you miss Peter terribly,” he kissed her again, “and I know it must be worse today,” he paused again and ran his fingers through her hair. “I do understand you know ... you needing to be with him on your wedding anniversary ... I don't know how it works, but if it helps to see him, I understand."
"God, James, I don't deserve you. You are so good. You deserve so much more. You deserve someone better."
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