A Moment of Peace [D/s] [Male Sub] [Collar] [Sensual] [Light] [Female Dominance]

I stood on the balcony, the sun warming my pale skin. It was a quiet, sunny afternoon - not too hot, but certainly warm. There was a breeze that seemed to brush against my hair intermittently, like something was softly calling to me.

Barefoot, I stepped back inside to my bedroom. The air smelt like fresh laundry and lavender, and the sun made shadows and yellow light dance around my bedroom, as if they were gently swaying to my movements.

He was so still and quiet that I had forgotten he was even there.

There he knelt - open palms against his thighs, eyes closed, head lowered to the floor, each breath of his soft but rhythmic. He was nude, but of course he knew this was not to do with sex, but with the understanding that his body bare was simply him at his most natural state. There was no hiding here, and there was never even a hint of desire for privacy around me. He knew that privacy only bred distance - he knew this because it was, of course, one of the very first lessons he had been taught when I accepted him as a potential.

He had his collar on - it was an emerald green, with celtic knots surrounding the base, and an O-ring that was in the shape of a snake. I looked at him as he continued breathing steadily and meditatively, and I couldn't help but give a gentle sigh in return. In this moment, everything felt right… everything felt connected, in just the way it should be.

I took a few more steps towards him, my bare feet making little vibrations that carried from the floor, to his buttocks, and up his spine. Still, he did not move or break his breaths.

I stood beside him for a silent minute, watching as his breaths moved through his body. I slowly allowed my hand to reach to the back of his neck, right above where his collar laid, and I felt his body immediately shiver in response.

I wanted to compliment his posture, and his ability to stay relaxed and silent, but the quiet stillness felt too pure, and words would only stifle this moment between us.

Instead, I allowed our bodies to talk to each other.

I let my hand move from the top of the back of his neck, down slowly to his spine. I allowed each finger to drag, one by one, down his spine, as if my fingers were sketching him into memory.

I heard his breathing tense softly, and I felt his body light up from his back to his arms - almost like a wave rushing in. He did not move, and he did not speak - he simply received.

I bent over, and put my lips to his ears, and whispered, “A man who stays still and composed in the presence of an Empress, is a man deserving of Her rule.”

And with that, I lifted his chin; it was the known signal that he may be at ease. He opened his eyes, looked into mine, and nodded softly as he whispered back, “It is all I could ever dream of becoming, Empress.”

He lifted himself up off the floor, bowed, and made his way to the kitchen to start dinner.

A smile formed across my face, and a single tear welled into my eye. I made my way back to the balcony, and went back to reading as I awaited my dinner and glass of wine, made by the handsome man that I happen to own, the only man who happens to be worthy of my rule.