fs02: A Domme’s View – Arc 1 – Chapter 11

Chapter 11

We shower together. He pleasures me again. I allow him to wash me. I watch his chastity cage bob up and down as I permit him to caress my body. This boy. I tingle just thinking about him. I tingle planning around him. I tingle thinking about tonight. I tingle thinking about tomorrow. After shampooing my hair he quickly rises himself and motions with his hand. I nod.

After he departs a deep smile forms over my face. I hear him towel off. I wish we had the day off today. I want to spend it with him. I want to spend eternity with him. I let out a giggle. I’m happy I can stand up today without wobbling. The panic that I felt when I woke up alone in bed… I never want to feel that ever again. The thought makes me shiver.

I finish rinsing and conditioning my hair and turn off the water. I open the curtain and am startled a bit to find him standing here. He quickly unfolds a towel and wraps it around me, drying me so gently. The towel smells of dryer sheets and radiates warmth. I tingle. This boy. I didn’t even tell him to do this. He guides me into my similarly warmed robe. I smile at him.
“I want this every day from now on.”
“Yes, Mistress.”

I press my lips against his and deliver him a passionate kiss. I’m running late. I quickly dry my hair and apply my work level of makeup. By the time I finish, he’s dressed. He’s wearing the same clothes from yesterday.
“Didn’t you bring a change of clothes?”
I mean, he did seem to anticipate every possible outcome. Surely he should have seen this.
“That would have been presumptuous, Mistress. It would have been bad form on my part.”

Silly boy. Is it still a walk of shame if no one saw you the day before? I smirk. To my surprise I find an entire outfit upon the bed. How did he find everything? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, he did manage to change me into pajamas last night. The suit and blouse are a fine choice. The bra and panties are the comfortable type and match. The shoes are the ones I would have worn with this suit.

“Pantyhose are in the top drawer on the right. Don’t forget them next time.”
“Yes, Mistress. My apologies.”

I try to take deep breaths as he dresses me. His hands are so careful. He makes sure everything is straight and perfect. I could get used to this. I will get used to this. I tingle. My boy, you will continue to please me in every way.

After dressing I go back to my Goddess jewelry that I wore last night. It feels… suitable today. At the bottom of the stairs he stands waiting. He holds my long cashmere coat in his hands. I smile. Smart boy. That’s the one I wear to work. I take my cue from Cassandra and extend my arm. He wraps the coat around me, kneels, and cinches at the waist.
“May I kiss your feet?”
“You may.”

I stifle my reaction as I want to jump for joy. I compose myself and tingle as he prostrates himself and delivers a kiss to each foot.
“Do you need gloves or a scarf? I couldn’t find any easily.”
“The gloves are in the pockets. I don’t have a scarf.”
“I wish I had known you had this coat. It would have made your gift easier.”
I lean in and give him a kiss.

We move out the door and I find my car running at the end of the walk. The heater is on full and it’s completely toasty inside. When did he have the TIME to do all of this?

“I will see you later. 7:45pm”
“Yes, ma’am.”

I skate through the day at work. I feel like I’m gliding on air. The compliments flow at me today.

“Did something good happen this weekend? I’ve never seen you so alive.”

“You look absolutely radiant today, Wanda.”

I soak them up and feed my ego. Even my boss complimented me on my work today. Maybe I’ll get a raise. I briefly think about all the goodies at Cassandra’s shop that may be in my future. I would love a raise.

David texts me every hour on the hour. The first one surprises me. I was planning to text him first. That’s how it has usually worked for me.
“I miss you already.”
“I can’t stop thinking of you.”
“You make me happy.”

I reply to his third text.
“My beautiful boy.”

I grab a quick bite after work and meet Brie at the gym. She notices immediately and points it out.
“Something good happened. Tell me everything.”
“I’m in love, Brie. He is the one.”

I recount the story, in detail. When I get to the full-body orgasms you would think I told her that Elvis was living with aliens in Kalamazoo. I tell her about the breakfast and the pampering. Brie slows her workout to a stop. I stop as well.

“Reality check, Wanda?”
I nod and brace for impact.
“You aren’t in love. You think you are, but you aren’t.”
“But this…”
“What’s his middle name?”
“I don’t know.”
“What’s his last name and how do you spell it?”
I remain silent.
“What’s his favorite food? What’s his favorite color? When is his birthday? Where did he grow up? Are his parents still alive? What kind of movies does he like? Where did he go to college? Has he ever been arrested? Does he use drugs? Does he have any STDs? Does he have any kids? Can you answer any of these questions?”

I shake my head ‘no.’ I feel my cloud disintegrate and I fall from the heavens and crash back to earth with a thud.

“Are you okay?”
I nod.
“This doesn’t mean that you won’t love him. It doesn’t mean that he won’t love you. I just need you to see this clearly, Wanda. Give it some time.”

I don’t feel like working out anymore. I just want to curl up into a ball.
“Let’s finish this set, Wanda.”
I don’t want to.
“Finish it and go to him, you have a lot to talk about.”

I match myself to Brie and we finish our workout together. How did I sink so fast?

At home I change into sweatpants and a T-shirt. I had originally planned to dress up but I just don’t feel right inside.

David arrives at 7:43. Punctual if he’s not early, I guess. He carries a small suitcase and greets me with a huge hug.
“Something is wrong, Wanda. Talk to me.”

I lean on him. He supports me. He doesn’t try to move me. He just lets me lean. I feel like a living metaphor. I sniffle a little.
“Lean on me as long as you need to, whenever you need to.”

His body feels so sturdy. I never realized how broad his chest was until now. Will you be my rock, David? Although, isn’t that supposed to be me? I always thought the Domme had to be the rock.

He presses his lips to the top of my head and delivers a kiss. I feel his breath on me.
“Do you want to sit down somewhere?”
I nod and point to the living room. It startles me when he scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the living room. He places me gently on the couch and kneels beside me.

“I need to say something.”
He nods.
“I… we… I don’t… it’s just…” I can’t get the words out. I don’t know the right ones.
“You realize that you got swept up in the moment and told me you loved me when you don’t really know me yet.”

When did everyone else become a mind-reader? Are there classes on this sort of thing?
“Yes. That. Exactly. That.”
“Oh, thank God.”

He rolls his eyes and a goofy expression rolls over his face.
“What did you think I was going to say?”
“Well, to be honest, I wasn’t quite sure. I thought it was either that or that you realized you didn’t want to be with me. I guessed the first one and hoped for the best.”
“Silly boy.”
I lean forward and kiss him on the mouth.
“Tell me how you knew?”
“I told you at the lounge. I love what I have seen in you so far. To say that I love you now would be empty. What I see is someone that I could love with all of my heart and being. When you told me you loved me, my heart skipped a beat, but deep down I knew that it was too soon. Right now, you love the idea of me. I love the idea of you. No one will argue that. The Domme in you loves my submissive. The submissive in me loves your Domme. Neither of us know each other well enough to say that Wanda the woman loves David the man or that David the man loves Wanda the woman. I don’t even know your last name!”

He lets out a laugh. I smile. This boy sees things. He says the right things. I dig, looking for security.
“Would you still love this part of me? My insecurity? My impulsiveness?”
“I would. I see it as a gift when you share the true you with me. I cherish it. The more I see of you, the more that I know I could love you.”

A sense of peace washes over me. Security gives me confidence. Confidence wakes up you know what.
“Take me upstairs and wash me in the shower. You told me you would give me 20 to 30 full-body orgasms and I will hold you to that. I will also need to punish you for failing to address me as Mistress.”

He smiles at me. A genuine, full smile. His feelings are crystal clear in his eyes. He hopes that I am the one just as I hope he is mine. My beautiful boy.

I lift my arms and legs and motion with my head. He picks me up and carries me up the stairs. I dance my fingers upon his cheek as I gaze upon him. I grab his hair and force his head to me. My lips meet his and I plunge my tongue into his mouth. I will devour you, boy. I will consume your soul. My whole body tingles.

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15 thoughts on “fs02: A Domme’s View – Arc 1 – Chapter 11

  1. Greetings, fur. As I’m so late arriving on the scene in re your epic run at being a young Domme, I decided to read the first arc in its entirety before commenting. I’m amazed at the depth of your effort. You’re very brave in even trying to speak from the position of the aspiring Wanda, and I find myself judging your conclusions and assumptions in several areas. In this case, “judging” does not mean anything negative, just that I’m analyzing exactly what makes you perceive the inner workings of Wanda’s mind in the ways that you do, at least as you imagine those inner workings to be.

    Then, of course, I realized that you are just being the fur that I’ve read over the years. Analyzing, tearing thoughts apart, and reaching for the reasons behind all that you witness and feel around you. There are some breathtaking scenes here, especially as you reach your stride, IMHO, after chapter 6. Cassandra and fs are certainly the catalyst here and serve as a springboard for chapters 6-12. The snow shoveling episode was wonderful in all aspects, and though I was a bit put off by the extreme emotionality of Wanda in chapter 12, that’s probably just me putting myself into Wanda’s shoes and finding it hard to imagine myself in that head. Such emotionality was never a part of my personal makeup, and that is probably because I never had any doubt about who I was or where I was going. All of which is surely besides the point, as this is Wanda’s story. I’m thoroughly enjoying it, fur, and I look forward to the next chapter/arc. So far, it’s quite a tour de force.

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    1. Thank you very much, Lady Grey. I’m so happy to hear your thoughts on this. I have always pictured you as being very even keeled and Wanda’s emotions are a bit on the turbulent side. While I figured her ups and downs would be a bit fluid, when I was picturing your thoughts on it I kept thinking, “I know that Lady Grey is not like this, but I she may have known someone that was…” I do remember the time in your early blog where you were fighting off your feelings for Karl at the beginning. That had a large impact upon how “easily” Wanda would accept her own.

      You are absolutely correct about Chapter 6+. It took me a while to “find” her character. It was in the Chapter 6-7 range that I really started to find her mind-space. Something that I hoped to portray is someone who is learning, growing, and changing as she encounters people and ideas that challenge her and expand her horizons. Once I “found Wanda,” I actually lost control of the story. The first Arc did NOT follow its planned plot path.

      Thank you again, Lady Grey. I am very glad that you enjoyed it.

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  2. Hello Lady Grey. Welcome to the fs02 party. We were missing you, very, very much. I hope that you and Karl are doing well. Your style of writing, your word choices and depth of your comments are exquisite so any attentive reader of your blog would recognized you even without your name. I’ll be roaming back and forth these chapters in hope to find more of your comments as well as I check ‘Woman In Control’ everyday waiting patiently for your next post.
    Your faithul reader and admirer –
    Peter

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