TylerDurdom

Even though the room was cool, standing naked on a short stool she could feel beads of sweat pooling in the nape of her neck and in the small of her back.  Nerves can trick you into thinking even the coldest room is too hot.  It was their third meeting, and the first in private.  They had first met in person over coffee.  It had been His idea, although she later learned He does not drink coffee.  That meeting had been brief.  He said it was an opportunity for both of them to see if they could each could imagine a comfortable space in which to explore.  A subsequent dinner further confirmed that a space did indeed exist.  He then outlined His expectations for this, the third meeting.

She would arrive at his place at exactly 3:00 PM on Sunday.  She would come to the front door but not knock.  He would come to the door when He was ready to receive her.  She just had to be sure to be there when the door opened.  Once inside, she would follow Him into his living room and wait for His instructions.  So far, He had given three.  First, she was to remove her clothes, fold them and place them in a bag He provided.  Second, she was to step onto a short stool.  Third, she was to look out the window and she was to continue looking out the window until otherwise instructed.  He had complimented her upon her completion of each task.

She knew He stood behind her, but He said nothing.  She waited for His voice, feeling her sweat gather against the cool.  Her nipples stiffened and she could feel goose bumps spread across her flesh as a bead of sweat trickled down her spine. She arched her back as if to call for Him.  She waited.

The silence was finally broken.  “Do you like your body?” He asked in a voice slightly louder than a whisper.  He was behind her, but not close enough to feel Him.  “No, Sir,” she answered, tempted to turn her head to face him but daring not.  “What do you not like?”  She stiffened at the deeply personal nature of the question asked as in a flat, impersonal manner.  “Many things,” she answered immediately wishing to retract the words.  There was no immediate response.  After several seconds He told her to name one thing she didn’t like.  As soon as she answered, He told her to tell Him one more thing she didn’t like about her body.  Each time she answered, there was a detail and then the words, “is there anything else about your body that you do not like?”  This continued until she finally answered no.

He came up behind her.  She felt His breath on her neck.  She could see His reflection in the window.  She heard His voice whisper into her ear. “Listen closely, you are perfect.”  He then proceeded to correct each fault she had cited.  “Your ass is perfect.  Your breasts are perfect.  Your skin is perfect.”  He continued through her list until complete.  Once finished, He told her to turn and face Him.  He held her in His gaze and then said firmly, “You are perfect.  And you are Mine.”  He then bent slightly and draped her body over His shoulder, turned and carried her on His shoulder to His bed.