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Mind Body Soul - Part I

Before donning your dress for our day together, you dutifully begin your morning ritual - kneeling nude at the foot of your bed, head bowed, eyes closed, and arms crossed loosely behind your back; you softly whisper your mantra. As so many of your morning rituals of past have proven time and again, you find your center within minutes. Allowing yourself time to reflect upon your submission to me, you take inventory of how graciously you receive my guidance in your life, and how best you can serve me today. Several minutes pass, and at peace with self and us, you place your hands on the edge of your bed for support as you slowly stand. Light steps, your Mind and Body as One, you walk to the full length mirror I bought and secured to your wall. This part of your morning ritual you so enjoy...you stand nude before your mirror, legs slightly apart, breasts presented for me - this is your time to admire, as I often do, the soft, gentle curves of your body. In your mind's eye, you reflect on the many times past that I would stand behind you, my hands softly, but with firm Dominance upon your hips, my fingers splayed and wrapped around your lower belly, teasingly close to your pussy, and whispering in your ear, "My beautiful submissive." Now, alone, you can feel the energy of me, a shroud of protective Dominance settling around you...My protective soul as One with you.

You pull from your dresser the matching white bra and panty set that I Asked you to wear for me. As you put your bra on, anticipating this day together, the thin lining inside does little to hide your hardening nipples. As you pull the clasps of your bra together, your breasts beautifully snug within the fabric, you see in the reflection of the mirror the pretty lace of the bra weaving a delicate design over the swell of your breasts, tapering off to a pretty bow at the V of your cleavage. Sensually and slowly, you step into and pull your panties up your legs, the soft edges grazing your inner thighs, reminding you of my fingers dancing softly over your skin. As the nearly transparent fabric gently covers your pussy, you feel the soft fabric brush lightly your smooth lips. Your nimble fingers hooked under the thin elastic band, you pull up and release, allowing it to hug your hips. Standing before your mirror, your nipples straining against the fabric of your bra, you are intimately aware of your moist lips.

As is the norm, I select what you'll wear for me; your sundress is hanging by the mirror. Releasing it from the hanger and pulling it down over your body, the fabric falls loosely as the straps rest upon your shoulders. Lightly tugging the dress down, the bodice is cinched nicely under your breasts. Smoothing your hands over the light floral fabric down along your sides to your hips, you allow your arms to fall freely along the pleated ruffles that flare out as they reached the hemline just above your knees. You slip your feet into the sandals I like, and with one last look in the mirror, you're happy that you please me so.

Escorting you to my truck, I open the door, and hold your arm as you step up and slide onto the seat, your dress exposing your sexy thigh. I lean in to gently I kiss you as my left hand brushes through your hair, fingers entwined at the nape of your neck, and with a gentle squeeze you know that you are mine. You return my kiss, parting your lips to allow me access to lightly nibble your lower lip. Releasing my grip of your hair and pulling away from you slowly, I drag the back of my fingers down over your neck, shoulders, and lightly over your right breast, deliberately grazing your hardening nipple, and lingering, rolling my thumb and finger around your nipple, an ever so gentle reminder that your body is mine.

Before pulling away from the curb, I look at you and smile as the finger tips of my right hand dance up your inner thigh and just below the hem of your dress before pulling away. The energy between us is subtle, yet there is no denying our respective roles to one another. Our conversation is light and airy as we head north, eventually exiting just north of Lake George; we're heading into the Adirondacks for our planned 'drive to nowhere.'

15 minutes off the Northway and two county roads later, it's obvious we're heading deeper into the park. Shafts of light are periodically piercing the thick umbrella, the leaves showing the first signs of color; in the shade of the forest, the air is noticeably cooler. The speed limit 45, I'm casually cruising along at 40. Cresting a small hill, ahead of us is a long, narrow valley stretching out in either direction to our right and left. Taking in the wonderful vista, I slow down that we can enjoy the view, and as we settle down into the valley, the clouds give way to the mid-September sun. Seeing this as an opportunity to stop and enjoy the warmth of the midday sun, I find a pull-off ahead; it appears to be an old road heading off into the tree line bordering the valley. I reach my hand over to you, the fabric of your dress soft to my touch as I gently squeeze your thigh in a reassuring way. The tall wisps of grass growing between the smooth, gravel road tracks are brushing the underside of my truck; soothing sound as we drive along towards the darkened enclave the road seems to disappear into. Just before the edge of the forest, the road splits off skirting the edge of the forest, but it disappears into the grass; I pull in and park, the sun at high noon. Turning slightly toward you, I rake the fingers of my right hand through your hair and at the nape of your neck, my hand bunching together, your hair entwined within my fingers and with a gentle squeeze, I pull your head towards me, kissing you, and whispering in your ear, "Don't move."

I step out into the shade of the tree line and circle the front of my truck. At your door, I open it, and tell you to face me and place your feet on the running board. As I move in between your legs and look into your eyes, I reach down with both hands and firmly grab your hips, pulling your ass closer to me. Without losing contact with your eyes, I reach for the hem of your dress and slowly pull it up to your hips. My left hand still on your hip, I raise my right hand to your head, running my fingers through your hair and as I pull your head towards mine I whisper into your left ear, "Are you wet for me?" simultaneously, my left hand briefly leaves your hip to graze over your pussy; your reply is moot. I slide a finger under the edge, your pussy drenching the fabric of your pretty white panties. Releasing my grip of your hair and pulling back to kiss you, I reach down with my right hand as I place both hands on each hip, fingers under the band of your panties, I pull them down off your hips as I pull back my kiss with a bite of your lower lip. Effortlessly sliding your panties down and off your legs, I step back, and look directly into your eyes. I lightly ball your panties in my right hand, and raising them to my face, I slowly breathe in through my nose the scent of you. "You, my sexy submissive, are indeed wet for me..." Quietly I slip into Dom space, the sweet aroma of your pussy the catalyst. Sitting on the edge of the seat, your pussy pleasantly exposed to the warm early autumn breeze, cools slightly, your lips full and wet. My breathing deep and disciplined, you follow my eyes to your hard nipples straining at the fabric of your dress - my hand, your panties hanging loosely between my fingers, is still poised at my lips...you can see, and feel the depth and energy of Dom in my eyes.

"Take off your bra and present it to me", the tonality of voice, the power of my command breaks the silence. Instinctively, you bow your head and close your eyes. You remove your bra, and head still bowed, present it to me, arms outstretched, palms up. Gently, I bring your palms together, touching, and begin to wrap your bra around your wrists, each end opposite the other until your arms are bound in the white fabric - I clasp your bra again, securing your arms together. "My Dear, slowly raise your head and open your eyes" Your head level, eyes open to mine, my hands firmly holding your bound arms at the wrist, my voice is clear, my command succinct, and my eyes unforgiving, "Until I say otherwise, Do not speak unless spoken to. Close your eyes and bow your head" I drop your bound arms down, pressing them between your legs and against your pussy - you immediately feel your forearm wet with you. Time passes in silence - no longer do you hear my breathing, yet you can feel my presence surrounding you. Your mind begins to wander and feeling a sense of uncertainty, mixed with small pangs of anxiety, you remember my words, 'If in sub space your mind wanders, bring back to One your Mind/Body by repeating your mantra, My Mind and Body are One' Whispering silently to yourself, slowly repeating your mantra over and over again, you feel the peaceful tranquility of your center.

The sound of your own voice in your mind is broken by mine - a soft melodic timbre, deeply steeped in my Dominance as I whisper in your ear...

"For the remainder of the day, until I tell you otherwise, you will do exactly as I Ask of you. You will serve my needs as I will turn your Mind and Body inside out with pleasure and pain. I will periodically push you close to your edge. My Dear, you will cum for me today, but only when I give you permission. By the end of this day, you will be closer to One of Mind, Body, Soul."

A slight chill courses through your Body as your Mind fully acknowledges that, for the first time, I am doing more than talk about your Soul. Virtually every day for weeks, since the first time you knelt before me in submission, your morning ritual has focused on melding as One your Mind and Body. Today, on this beautiful Indian summer afternoon, you will be closer to being completely One with your submissiveness.

Stirred from your thoughts, you feel the feather light touch of my fingers as they dance over your hands, and up your arms. Briefly leaving your upper arms, they resume their dance across the swell of your breasts. The chill of my touch coupled with what's to cum, your clit begins to throb with desire; discreetly, and ever so slowly, you pull your arms tight against your pussy...you resist the urge to rub your forearms over your clit for fear of retribution. My fingers, trailing across your breasts, each in turn pulling away. Silence - again. A few moments pass, then my voice in your ear, a mantra, "You are mine." - measured tone, rhythmic, deep, repeating over and over again - and Dominant. Unable to see, only hear, you were not prepared for both of my hands, thumb and forefinger of each pinch your nipples, rolling them between my fingers; my mantra continues. I release my fingers, as the blood rushes back into them, you feel the sting; again, my mantra continues. Once again, my fingers pinching and rolling your nipples, slightly harder and longer this time, you feel bolts of energy coursing throughout your body; your clit is throbbing, you feel yourself on the verge of orgasm and realize your desire to cum is not with permission. My mantra ringing in your ears, "You are mine", you are sinking deeper into your sub space, and when I release your nipples, you're barely aware of the pain. My hands cup your breasts, lightly massaging them, only to pull away suddenly to my fingers once again pinching your nipples - harder, longer, and no longer rolling them. My mantra is barely an audible whisper - you are slipping into a trance of pain and pleasure, the lips of your pussy opening, your forearms now drenched.

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