VelvtKnght

The Difference

The smallest genuine act
From one to Another
which is truly from the heart

Be it just a glance
An act of consideration
Or kindness

The serving of refreshment

carefully chosen words
or pictures

or a true embrace
however brief

Trumps
a Lifetime
of
'expected'
or
'obligatory'
sex or service

For such sex or service
can Never be
Inspired
nor
Truly Desired
for
the one
who is oft so alone
even though
she is with Another

DEEDS NOT WORDS

My partner is first and foremost My best friend; she is my sounding board, my backup, and my shield. she thinks without question, that she absolutely has it all with Me, but I feel like I have even more with her.              
Although I was fine alone, she makes me feel so much stronger in the world than I ever have before.

My beautiful babygirl is always beautiful, always mine, and mine alone, just as I am hers alone.
And she knows that.
For certain.
Always.
No matter what.
And that makes all the difference.

My wench displays herself for Me a little, a little more, or a lot, or completely... however I like, however I want... in the car... or on the floor, on all fours if I choose... her tits dangling lusciously, like ripe fruit to be picked as she moves for me... her ass shifting tantalizingly as I leer to my heart's content... or on a table if I wish... naked and mentally bound, she must not move, the position of her hands and her knees holding her open for My most intimate inspections... bound to the table on her back, with her arms and legs splayed, to be teasingly, erotically and incessantly flogged on her tits, her belly, her inner thighs, her pussy...

My slut does anything and everything for Me, anytime, and anyplace. No matter what.
I may lead her on a collar and leash, naked outdoors, until I reach those 2 special trees, spaced just so... to bind her to those trees, spread wide open, with unrestricted groping and whipping access, both front and back... maybe I will make her pee for Me, naked, and as embarrassingly as I decide... or even choose to bind her naked with her hands over her head in the garage and get out the bucket, the car wash brush, and the hose?.
And I cherish her for all that, more than she will ever know. Even if she thinks she does.

My fucktoy may just have to be thrown on the floor, and taken. Without even slowing down to take off that tee shirt. And again, for sloppy seconds... and yet again, as I continue to gangbang her Myself, for even sloppier thirds, as she is made to stay still, her cunt and ass in an ever-increasing pool of her longings mixed with My spendings each time while I recover... until we are both so spent we can no longer move... and don't ever want to...

That's how I see it. How about you?

~smiles~

Thoughts on ?submission?, ?Dominance?, and valid reasons to make those choices?

First and Foremost, we must all bear in mind what I feel are the two
Most Important Concepts in Life:

(1)  No matter who we are...
or what we choose to believe..
we are ALL here FOR EACH OTHER.

(2) "Faith is not acceptance without proof.
It is trust, without reservation."

I had an excellent corporate position; basically at the top of My career path, when the economy decided to remind Me that Control is, at best, always both an illusion and a privilege... which is given, and sometimes taken away, whether O/one 'deserves' it or not... and it is totally up to U/us, how W/we choose to be there for E/each O/other.

I will find My greatest satisfaction and strength in a partner whom I will first seek to understand, and who will then choose to understand Me, as deeply as it is humanly possible for us to understand each other.

she, in turn, will know in her heart that she can find her greatest satisfaction in life, and have her ultimate fantasies fulfilled, in becoming the complementary other half of what I need in order to achieve Mine :)

That is neither selfish, nor controlling; rather, it is, in fact, the Best way for E/each of U/us to realize and achieve O/our fondest hopes and dreams. 

I will cherish the one who will be there for Me 110% and without question, exactly as I will be there for her. This does not mean she should not have a say in many or most important decisions, but rather, that I will seek and value her opinion...
 in order that W/we both shall benefit
as much as possible...
for that is neither weakness,
nor indecisiveness; 
it is common sense.

Labels are not important.
What IS important; and the ultimate goal to always work toward; is achieving as deep and intimate an understanding as possible, of ALL of each other?s needs, wants, and desires? and the reasons behind them.

This is not what it takes to start a relationship.

It is what defines the path, and charts the journey?

And that is the only thing that really matters.

A smile is a curve that helps to set things straight.

Anonymous

It's not what you call me,
but what I answer to.

African proverb

Well, The Big Milestone has come and gone... and I'm still here... I had wondered if it was going to be more of a Millstone, but (smiling) methinks not... kept thinking I should post something then, yet it didn't feel like the right time... and it wasn't.

Today, it is.

I have been very much misjudged by some; I am thinking of more than one, but also one in particular; in certain aspects perhaps it's not entirely their fault; in other ways, perhaps it is.

All of us have experienced driving down a familiar road, or more accurately, a road we feel we are familiar with, and gradually beginning to feel that we have most certainly gone too far and missed a turn that we were looking for and needed to make... and if we don't turn around and go back, we will never get where we intended to go... sometimes we turn around several times and go back, yet we still don't find the turn we are searching for so diligently... but it IS dark, and it IS hard to see exactly where we are...

How sad to discover, if you had only pressed on a bit further in the direction you were already going, that turn was still just a little ways ahead of you... and marked by lighted signs, no less... but, you never let yourself get that far, because you were too afraid of making another mistake...

Anyway, I recently re-discovered I am simply too often too nice for My own good... I sometimes joke that maybe My submissive doesn't need a safeword as much as I need a 'go-ahead' one... and it's high time I cut that out and make it as decadently enjoyable as it should be for all

Do Not Be Afraid that your Life will End

Be Afraid that it will never Start

 God determines who walks into your life...

it's up to you to decide 
who you let walk away,
who you let stay,
and who you refuse to let go.

I had fully intended to post something entirely different, but often I am reminded I am not the one in charge of inspiration, and this is yet another of those times, so here goes... interestingly, this is the greatly revised and expanded finish of something I started at the very beginning of this year:

Bucket List Observations:

Exactly what IS important to me??

Usually I am certain... but then things happen which cause one to ask hard questions...

Where do you put your efforts? I know I do My best to put them in the Right Places ? the hardest thing for many to grasp, is that we are ALL here to serve EACH OTHER? Usually I feel I do My best and that is all I need to know; at other times I feel like all I really have is a bag of air?. I guess that just makes Me a human being J

It has been beautifully expressed as

?I was sad because I had no shoes?

until I met a man who had no feet.?

Please forgive me, I know I always have many intangible gains, but?. sheesh?

again, feeling those feelings just makes me human?

we must remember that The Only Perfect Man to walk the earth died quite some time ago, wrongly convicted of things He Did Not Do?

And, it is so hard to accept that a loving God?s plans could include seemingly horrific events for us?

Were these in fact actually God?s plan? Or are they the result of us not choosing wisely? Often, it does not look like nearly as serious a choice as it turns out to be. Do we really have choices, or is it just His Plan? Often, we would never even imagine the unbelievably horrible outcome of what seems like a very minor poor choice at the time that choice is presented to us? does that mean we really did not have a choice? I can see times where I definitely made the right choice, and others where the choice I made was clearly not the right one, yet I was spared the same outcome others had to endure in similar situations... is it just that I was judged able to learn better from realizing what COULD have easily happened later on , in safe 20-20 hindsight, than others were, so that they had a much harder lesson?

Steve P. ? almost 37 years later, and it still makes absolutely no sense to me? we had no choice but to accept that the unimaginable had actually occurred? and all that changed with especially those closest to him, because of those 2 tragic decisions that night? in the end, the first was a very bad choice, the 2^nd was a fatal mistake? yet the first choice at the time it was made appeared to be worse than the 2^nd? of course, the 2^nd would never have happened without the first (and this one is very close; perhaps even more tragic still with one important other to me, late one night, but it was not a late night to her?)

Doug H. - hmm?. Wow? that?s almost too weird even for this site, and that?s going some J

And Ron T. ?

There is no emptier feeling for someone involved in Fire/ Rescue than when One of Their Own is taken while immediately reacting because of Who he is and trying to save someone he does not even know, who was only a split second before standing next to him enjoying the public event they were both attending? a classic WHY GOD?, if ever there was one? for he was the only one taken? ?it was just his time? you may say?. But, as always, it leaves us to ponder? WHY??? ?he was the quiet one who was simply always there, often doing drudge chores that others spent more time avoiding than they would have doing them? devoted husband and father; treasurer of his Christian motorcycle club; 35 years in the department at the time; I grew up with him and his future wife, and we joined the department the same year?

WAS this actually a choice for him? Or was it simply God?s Plan? If so, then did he really NOT have a choice? And God?s Plan for who? Just him? For his family? The rest of us? Everyone?

I and many others know it would not have been so much as a second thought for us either, were we in the same situation? That knowledge is both comforting and frightening at the same time?

OK, I guess I?m still human.

"Breathe"
                                      Pink Floyd

Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around and chose your own ground
For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
Run, run rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down, it's time to dig another one
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race toward an early grave.

And so it came to pass
that The Lady of the Lake
and The Man of Silver Mountain
did meet face to face once again...

Somewhat better settled is He now
with what transpired
for
the lyrics below describe to a tee
His feelings of earlier yesterday...
Still yet at this hour, however
He stands by His Observations
on certain things
But
He Knows that, Only time can possibly tell
and maybe it will, and maybe it will not
How accurate they are
Such may matter to one... or to both...
or seemingly to neither
yet matter it shall, and to both
whether in the future, it seems to
or it does not...



As The Headlights of The Midnight Express
continued to pierce their way in the Dark
and The Black Beast pressed ever onward
toward the Top of Silver Mountain
These words played with considerable force
and although somewhat sated was He
after a very productive and frank conversation
He must remain true, yet quiet, for now
to His Instincts on some things
Whether others think Him wise
or closed-minded
Intuitive, or simply stubborn
All Shall Be As It Must
And Friends Regardless, They Shall Be


And Turn This Up.. if it's too loud, you're too old :P


"Walk Away"      The James Gang

Takin? my time,
choosin? my lines...
tryin? to decide what to do...
Looks like my stop...
I don?t wanna get off.
Got myself hung up on you.

Seems to me,
you don?t wanna talk about it.
Seems to me,
you just turn your pretty head and walk away...

 Places I?ve known,
things that I'm growin'
don't taste the same without ya.
I got myself in
the worst mess I've been
and I find myself starvin? without ya..

Seems to me,
talk all night, here comes the mornin?
Seems to me,
you just forget what we said and greet the day...

Seems to me,
you don?t wanna talk about it.
Seems to me,
you just turn your pretty head and walk away.

I?ve got to cool myself down,
stompin? around,
thinkin' some words I can't name ya.
I'll meet you half way,
you got nothin' to say,
Still I don't s'pose I can blame ya.

Seems to me,
you don?t want to talk about it.
Seems to me,
you just turn your pretty head and walk away...

The Velvet Knight offers the following
with tongue firmly planted in cheek
for the Lady of the Lake is indeed
an exceptional woman; not just a good one
she does however, when it is fitting to do so
know quite well how to play an evil one
and this was just too fitting when it played last night
(here excerpted to the most striking lyrics )

I drank the potion she offered me
I found myself on the floor
Then I looked into those big green eyes
And I wondered what I came there for

Shes just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
Shes gonna get you
Shes just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
Shes gonna get you from behind

So if you're out on a moonlit night
Be careful of them neighbourhood strays
Of a lady with long black hair
Tryin to win you with her feminine ways
Crystal ball on the table
Showing the future,the past
Same cat with them evil eyes
Youd better get out of there fast

Shes just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
Shes gonna get you
Shes just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
Shes gonna get you...

Sometimes it is Easy to write
Sometimes it is not

Sometimes I feel I absolutely Must write
yet I have no idea what to say

Although that does not happen often
The feeling was certainly there
From earlier today

And yesterday...
And the day before that...
And the day before that...

How is it possible
That The Greatest and Most Unimaginable Joy
and
The Darkest and Most Unfathomable Depths
Can be part of the same experience?

Only When It Is Real
only when it is real

Often Fairy Tales Can Come True
But Only When You Absolutely Believe

To Keep Them Real you Must Believe
and believe
and believe
and Keep On Believing

That alone, makes All the Difference

~A Day of Hither and Yon, and Thoughts and Smiles~

Up on the Mountain, in The Castle Carriage House, and in His village below, for The Man on Silver Mountain it had been a day of sunshine, and accomplishing a number of satisfying and unhurried tasks.

He smiled as He read the words posted by the Lady of the Lake; He had thought of her often throughout the day, knowing she was exactly where she needed to be, doing exactly what she needed to be doing, and only checking His sources from time to time, just to be certain He had not missed any Unexpected Messages.

The morning had been a time for some unpressured thinking, and taking care of a last few mundane but necessary personal items on His 'To-Do' list. Then, at lunchtime, He felt privileged to be able to brighten His daughter's day a bit; often, that was not so easily done:)

The afternoon found He and His son assisting each other with tasks each needed individually, but which were completed much more easily together. And in the middle of these tasks, as a special treat for Both on this sunny day, His son was proud and excited to finally formally introduce Him to the wonders and workings of the Big Blue Mechanical Dragon-Slaying Machine. His son's passion for this calling reminds Him so much of Himself at the same age; in that He rightfully takes Great Pride.

After a 2 hour break from it all, unplanned circumstances eventually found just the three of them brought together to share a pizza, and a bit more conversation. Some might think this common and unremarkable; it certainly is not. Only now, and knowing of the trials of The Lady of Music as well as The Lady of The Lake, and others, can This Knight truly begin to appreciate just how special this is, and just how much the efforts He was directed to make, at an earlier time of trials of His own, helped lay the foundation for it.

Throughout all this, His thoughts went back to The Lady of the Lake, of her Ways, and Those Shared Moments, and He Smiled the Smile she has mentioned before; He knows the Shared Moments will return, in their time...

for she has made a good choice...

and

So has He

He has sent her a scroll, but had she read it?
The Lady of the Lake understood Him so much more than others, as He also strove to understand her... the scrolls did not always express everything perfectly, but He hoped His Quill had been guided well...


High Up on Silver Mountain, The Valiant Knight had seen the Lady of the Lake riding her favorite horse  nearly every day, and again in the shadows nearly every night at dusk, exploring the Fair Meadows at the base and up Silver Mountain as far as she dared... wisps of steam from the horse's nostrils were clearly visible as her trusted four-legged companion expertly picked his way at her direction... He knew she felt her horse had just found a lucky trail by chance the day they had galloped up Silver Mountain earlier, and although He knew All His Meadows were very well-kept, He also knew she would not be satisfied until both she and her horse found no big rocks or hidden sinkholes in those other, less obvious parts of Fair Meadows they would surely need to use on other days' journeys...

The Man On The Silver Mountain could not help but feel how closely the lyrics fit the Lady of the Lake, as she kept checking the terrain for hidden rocks and covered mud pits day after day and night after night...


Desperado,
why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
 
Oh, you're a hard one..
I know that you got your reasons

These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow

Don' you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of hearts
is always your best bet

Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger,
they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom
well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walkin'
through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
 
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado,
why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin'...
but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you,
You better let somebody love you,
before it's too late

Mirror, mirror, on the wall
This Valiant Knight sees
He must slay
 many remaining Dragons...
both real, and also imagined
on the Quest for His fairest one of all

The Lady of The Lake
peers intently into the Mirror
straining those pretty eyes both jade
and sadly, also so jaded
in order to see
Were all those pleasant feelings
merely sweet smoke and shadows...
was He truly as He seemed?
Or was it really just smoke, and shadows, and the Mirror
playing tricks on her, as many other times before
Would the Mirror tell a different tale
in the longer and colder light of The Day?

she had thrown down the Gauntlet
'Prove it to me'
she had said, for if empty words and broken promises
were like pennies to her
she would have been very wealthy long, long ago...

Though the Mirror tries its best
to change and distort what is reflected back to her
The Knight high on Silver Mountain
knows He can Only Stay True to His Course
'Deeds Not Words' are His Lance and His Sword of Choice
But His Green-Eyed Angel
Can only Trust that which rings True for her
In her Own Time, and In her Own Sight

How Profound I should receive this today
from a friend far away
The first lines were a little too much like
"The Notebook"
for Me to dwell on tonight
But, as for the Rest of it...

Learning To Dance In The Rain

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought,

'That is the kind of love
I want in my life.! '

True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is one that comes along that has an important message.

This one I thought
I could share with you. 
The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
they just make the best
of everything they have. 

I hope you share this
with someone you care about.
I just did. 

'Life isn't about how to survive the storm,
but how to dance in the rain.' 

'You can tell how big a person is
by the size of what discourages him'

An inside joke I expect no one to understand..
Yet, how curiously these words fit Me now..



"Oh... How can you be
in 2 places at once
when you're not anywhere at all..."

"dum, dum, dum, dum..."

"I think I'll take this ol' baby out for a spin
on the freeway.."

'Beeeep.... beeeeep.....'

"Shadow Valley Condoms... if you lived here
you'd be home now..."


Priceless.
I really have to chuckle.

And yes, I shall explain
to she who needs to know :)

"Seek First to Understand

Then to be understood"


"The key to understanding is listening with the eyes and the heart."

Stephen R. Covey




Sometimes, I forget to do that.

It is too often easy to drift off track.

The Knght high upon Silver Mountain
had anxiously scanned all the day
and well on into the evening..

His Blue Eyes Always toward that realm
so near and yet so far
where dwells the lady of the lake...

Searching for What, exactly
He was not at all sure
But keep searching He Must..

Knowing He would recognize for certain
When the time came for it to appear

Why He felt such Need to keep checking
He knew
was neither to be questioned
nor understood
But only by Faith, to be accepted

And it came to Pass
that a scroll from the lady appeared
so thoughtfully written
in Faith Also by her
just as by Faith
He had This Day maintained His Watch..

she acknowledged again
All the positive things taking place
and pondered if perhaps
these many things 
should now somehow be accounted for
or labeled, according to some intention...

'Is it Love?'

or

'Is it Lust?'

or

'Is it His Domination...
taking over her submission?'



Why indeed, does it feel so much better
when T/they are T/together,
than it does when T/they are apart?


When these musings He read
The Knght's Blue Eyes instantly came Alive
He Smiled the Smile reserved only for the lady
as He penned these Words to her
on His glowing Silvery Scroll..

"There is but One explanation
My green-eyed angel
My lady, My Chosen one..

that if This All is indeed
as Right for B/both of U/us
as it truly appears to B/be

then rightfully so
It should encompass all three..

The Love... The Lust

And... The Dark Fantasy

'tis Not O/ours to question
nor to dissect
nor even most especially
 Not O/ours to understand...

'tis only O/ours to A/accept
By Faith
and to Be T/thankful
for having been C/chosen
to receive such
So Grand"


Him

Sooo...

Last night, on My way home
I temporarily lost My way, in the dark...

Stepped back, found it again
And Then
Instead of skipping something
which would have been very easy to do
Decided to stop and get a water
in order to keep Myself better on track
with things she knows are important :)

And, as I pull back onto the expressway
Knowing I had made the Best Choice
only via thoughts, not at all totally Mine
but so very positively influenced
by she who is now so important to me

what song, perchance
should come on loudly and immediately
but
'Green-Eyed Lady' :)

Happenstance? Coincidence?

Hah!!

I think Not

Him

"What a Long, Strange Trip it's Been"


These are My things... surrounding Me...
most of them, anyway...
Some from the distant past of My youth
No one could ever have guessed
One Day, they would serve Me again
and... Some of My Father's Things...
Sorely missed is he
Every day I appreciate more
the Foundation he gave Me

Some Things Here meant so much to him
and now as well to Me, and to Mine Own
A proud yet never boastful Legacy
which I am certain he smiles down upon

And Never More So, than Right Now
This Very Time, The Present...
These Last Few Weeks...
I Now Truly Understand
How Very Much
These are indeed just things
No matter how symbolic
or important
is their meaning

Much has happened
to bring Me to This Point
at This Time

Tho just as the Beloved
and Totally Devoted
Fire Horses of Days Gone By
I still respond to The Call
The Excitement
The Bells, and The Smoke
Albeit a bit slower and more carefully
than in My exuberant youth

This
Dedication to Purpose
Devotion To Duty
DEEDS NOT WORDS

Has taught Me So Well
Its' True Value
In many other pursuits

and Doubtless Prepared Me
For That High Calling
I now willingly and joyously
undertake

she is so strong
and at the same time
so fragile...

'Handle With Care'
just barely begins to express it
Yet, I also already feel
she truly has My Back
and Woe unto Any and All
Who should fail to respect that fact


Precious Few
truly understand her at all

Precious Fewer Still
are even close to capable
of appreciating all that she is
and all that she offers
to The Right One...


she feels I ask so little of her...

I feel she asks so little of Me...

And Is That Not
Exactly As It Should Be?

So... these past several weeks
From the Time of First Glance

The First Locking of Gazes...

From the First Embrace
The First Conversation, and Meal
All immediately felt
so Right, and so Natural
it was as if it had always been...

and, perhaps, may now go on to become

always to be


So...
These Comfortable Feelings
of the past 3 weeks or so
Like a favorite old pair of jeans
Like comfortable old shoes

As if What is Now
Has Always Been that Way

Will it Continue?
Only Time Will Tell

But now I truly feel
for the very first time
I fully comprehend
what others meant when they said

when it's right, you will know...

we cannot explain

But, you WILL understand :)


Here The Velvet Knight Bows Deeply
and with an Elegant Flourish
for He knows His Writings come 
strictly from the True Inspiration
that only His green-eyed angel provides :)

Green-eyed lady, lovely lady,
Strolling slowly towards the sun.
Green-eyed lady, ocean lady,
Soothing every raging wave that comes.

Green-eyed lady, passion's lady,
Dressed in love, she lives for life to be.
Green-eyed lady feels life I never see.
Setting sons and lonely lovers free.

Green-eyed lady, wind-swept lady,
Rules the night, the waves, the sand.
Green-eyed lady, ocean lady,
Child of nature, friend of man.

Green-eyed lady, passion's lady,
Dressed in love, she lives for life to be.
Green-eyed lady feels life I never see.
Setting sons and lonely lovers free.

A best friend I have known since age 7 forwarded this to me today exactly as she received it earlier in the day. With all the positive things that have happened for me over the last few days and several pretty amazing ones today alone, I am in awe....

MEMO

To:                  YOU
Date:               TODAY
From:               GOD
Subject:           YOURSELF
Reference:        LIFE

This is God.  Today I will be handling All of your problems for you.  I do Not need your help.  So, have a nice day.
I love you. And, remember.... If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do Not attempt to resolve it yourself!  Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. I will get to it in MY TIME  All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours.  Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it.  Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now. Should you decide to send this to a friend; Thank you. You may have touched their life in ways you will never know!

Now, you have a nice day.
God

He knows of her needs

some, or perhaps most

 even better than she

and that is exactly

how it must be...

never in One Direction Only, but B/both

in the B/best M/mutual connection

between a she, and a He

With but one last candle lit
and just before retiring
a tear had come to the Knight's eye..
a rise of emotion he decided he must process
if ever he was this evening to sleep...

she must have felt Him struggling
for at the same time he was putting pen to paper
to try to make sense of these nagging feelings
that others would likely find very silly
it was at that exact moment
she who understood Him best
sent a brief note
telling Him to worry no longer
about tonight's rhythm of her breaths
she would be fine until the 'morrow
when she would seek The Healer's powerful touch

feverishly He wrote
on into the night
why?
because somehow, for some as yet unknown reason
He simply must... He must understand this feeling...

As finally He reached the Last Lines
Large tears were welling
in those clear, true blue eyes
behind that dented shield and battered helmet

For this journaling had taken Him down a Path
He truly never expected

Would she read and understand?
Of that, there was no question

*~*Ode to an Olde and True Friend... And, A Connection*~*

written only for those who truly understand...

Today I took a random ride
a brief trip to nowhere
and was excited to so unexpectedly find...
My old friend Pete!!

Not only had I always been there, from well before his birth
through his 1st Proud Service, tremendous teething pains, and more..

We had gone through so many dark and tough night fights together
sometimes both freezing our very spigots off :)

We had Proudly and Grandly Presented Ourselves
to adoring throngs at many Gatherings of Honor, and Joyous Celebration..

But, All Those Days have passed....

Alas now, though still exercised... he is put out to pasture
to dwell no longer among his birth kind
but amongst those, who while they are indeed
just as hardworking, and essential as he
they almost always are born
 so very plain and lackluster...
he outshines all his new others, his coat has not yet lost its' sheen
and, they have allowed him to keep all of his fancy markings thus far
proudly still he provides his service, but these days at a much slower pace..

Tonight I find myself wistfully wishing
I could ride him just once more
his once mighty muscles roaring... just one time more
giving his all to the full gallop, as he had so often done, just for Me
in Days Past...
Leaving the commoners in our dust as we blazed by
in a loud and sometimes frightening flash
THAT was what he was born for...

Sometimes I feel, in the end...
I was the only one left who truly understood
why he faltered and shook
under those New Ones, who had not been with him
since well before his birth...

I patted his short snout
and wished him well in his rest...
just then I swear, I heard a small creak in his old suspension..

why am I so emotional over this cold collection of metal??
was... that... a small flicker of red I just saw
there, from the old square front flasher
right there, on the Driver's side...
My former throne of glory?
yet I can see his Master Switch is Turned Off
so how could that happen?
somehow, that short little flash
must have been willed from within...

how and why indeed, can one become so emotional
over a collection of castings and stampings and welding and paint?

All I know is how I feel

And I now know at least one very important other
who understand this feeling herself, all too well...
and even seems to understand Me, more than I thought might be possible...

With Utmost Honor and Respect for The Memories
V.K.

Finished with idle picture & music puttering

and finally feeling a bit sleepy Himself..

It is time for the Knightly Rounds...


The Drawbridge had Long since been raised

Double-Checking Each Door

Securing the Locks

Turning out the Castle Torches

one by one

He also retires for the night

but even in much-needed sleep

His ear listens closely for her breathing

and for any slightest sign of distress..

It had been Simply one of those Cruel Days for her
Hard to Breathe
Impossible to Rest..



(treading very lightly in sock feet so as not to disturb...)

carefully leaning over her to check her breathing..

and finally satisfied of that for the night..

He tucks those covers in Comfortingly Snug, as only He can do..



~now secure that she can ring and He will always answer, she rarely needs to~



He smiles and ever so lightly kisses her hair

Glad that she seems at last to be getting some sorely needed
and more peaceful slumber...

Tomorrow she must brave the maze
 to reach the dwelling of the Famous Healer
there to receive His potions, teachings, and advice...

OK, so in addition to a previously unexpected job interview today, over the weekend I confirmed that a very surprising exchange of Fuzzy Easter Bunnies actually can be integrated with a flogger or two and a substantial amount of old-fashioned mushiness.

and just to keep this interesting
My thanks to ZZ TOP 
for the snippet of lyric: 

She gets a charge out of bein' so weird,
Digs gettin' downright strange.
But I can keep a handle on anything,
Just this side of deranged.


Keep Smiling :)
it makes people wonder what you're up to...

 Greetings m'lady,

 thou potential chief cook, bottle washer... and

 sole candidate for the Most Important and sought-after
potential duty opening of all:  that of becoming 
the one and only Castle Personal serving wench:



 The Royal Castle Management Staff of One

 hereby advises thee that the Final Interview

 will be both as Hard and as Easy as can be M/mutually agreed upon

 Thus, Now that It Has Been Spoken

 So Shall It Be Done


 ~*This Document Officially Entered This Day, with His Mark and Seal*~
 The 20th Day of March, in the Year of Our Lord 2009 


(signed)

 Velvet Knight, awaiting His anticipated appointment
 as Full Lord of the Realm and Keeper of The Gate

To m'lady stormie one... with No Apologies whatsoever

After such a wonderful night of Test Driving...

Feeling honored to begin
getting used to The Controls
of My potential new rig..
over many roadways and Interchanges..
some familiar routes... some new terrain.. some ways well-lit;
others deliciously dark...

This 3rd Test Drive was Most Exhilirating yet..

IT was SO HARD when I woke up this morning...

that I forcibly took Matters into My Own Hand,
so as to try for additional slumber..

But, alas and alack.. 'twas pointless.. for as you may sometime soon see..

All that resulted was the unplanned arrival

of yet a 2nd Load of Morning Lumber for Me..

And This 2nd Certified Oversized Load..

is Now Backed Up Big Time at the Dock,
 as The Driver awaits His appointed receiver..

for the Bill of Lading
that Comes with This Load
clearly states, for A/all to see

that she.. is the only person allowed to receive Proper Delivery

Am I Truly Speaking her language?

W/we both soon shall see

And should all the above make little sense to anyone else, save for W/we

At the same time that means
 both Nothing and Everything,
between she and Me

The No Longer Unnecessarily Humble
and Very Valiant Velvet Knight

**A Disclaimer to anyone who was NOT on the phone with Me for quite awhile this afternoon beginning at exactly 3:48PM? with the time it took to write My previous post today, I must respectfully insist? that you have no business reading this one first? and?..... even if you were, at least tell Me you read the earlier one first :P

~~And So It Came To Pass~~

That The Eagerly and Trepidatiously Awaited Time Now Finally Draws Ever Closer

Even More Bold Words

He Posts Now

For she to see, and Look Over J

T/they have B/both, yet separately
Long Sought The Holy Grail
The Silver Chalice
That is at the same time
All Things Worthwhile..
An End That is a True Beginning..
The Prize that is The Journey..
Solace for weary seekers of The Truth

Not an unrealistic Fairy Tale...
Oh, Yes... a Fairy Tale To Be Sure
(smiles...)
But one written Only for, and by T/those
Who are B/brave and W/willing E/enough
to E/endure
to go well beyond unrealistic
to travel T/together
from safe havens and dense woods,
found by calming lakes... not to abandon these things... but holding them ever close to the heart.. Thereby drawing even more strength...
to climb Silver Mountain T/together?
yes, to the Very Top...

And... Then what?
Does there the journey stop?

No, the J/journey never ends...

For if even beyond Silver Mountain
should ever the P/path appear to lead
This Valiant Knight will not fear to tread
but go Forth Willingly
So long as she still stands beside Him
T/together T/hey Shall B/be

His Last thoughts that night
And His First upon awakening

Were of the unfailingly strong
yet dangerously vulnerable, and fragile
Lady of the Lake...
had her soul found at least
a calm moment?
or some brief form of respite?

Remaining Very Concerned,
yet quietly self-assured this morning was He,
for This Day
The Great Truth
which he had been aware of forever
had been revealed to Him.. once again

At Times of Great Importance
such as this
It reminds Him without question, that
 It Alone is the Foundation 
of All That is Good
Nothing in this life can ever overcome it
Indeed, on this earth
no higher power exists

This is quite simply as It has Always Been
 yet Today it is once again New
Yes... Fresh and New Once Again

He Smiled to Himself
Now with this found again Knowledge
He was more Certain than Ever
of that which she ultimately seeks..
For It is what He Seeketh also
Not two separate goals
but O/one and the S/same

(here we come to a brief pause..
for a well-earned, self-assured smile)

That was all very nice
Indeed, truly inspiring..

But

The Man on Silver Mountain

Must Always
Acknowledge and Learn from the Past
Remain Grounded In the Present
And give the Future all due consideration..
(and absolutely no more... but also no less)

With All These Things Firmly in Mind
His thoughts returned to Right Now..
He could wait no longer to see
and so diligently returned
to the Silver Mountain Telescope
to check on The Lady of the Lake
and her world...

At first even more concerned still
when he saw her favorite thinking spot empty
He quickly looked closer
then smiled at what he found there below
For it was then He saw very subtle,
yet encouraging evidence
of what looked to have happened..

Bits of dust and dirt
brushed away as she had gotten up
fairly swiftly.. yet carefully..

and with distinct signs most imperceptible
to all but The Few Who truly see Them
that her chosen movement had been
neither in haste, nor borne of frustration
but rather, based on feelings
perhaps becoming somewhat
albeit still cautiously, but finally..
just a little bit closer to
some sort of explanation

He smiled so Proudly and so Broadly
for it was most evident to He
that she had found her own conclusion
and could finally move once again
by her own choice, from that comforting spot

 He Positively Beamed :)

He had done all He could think of
to allow her, for herself to see
that the answers she sought
were not to be found in those books
or those pages... no matter how closely
they were scrutinized
and perhaps now she could even see
her long hungered for
safe and protected freedom
as an actual... though yet still cautious..
but maybe... just maybe...
dared she even hope?

a real possibility???

And though her comforting spot was empty
something told Him to look
not so far away
to the deck of the old Home
nestled snugly within all the protective trees..

ahh.. there, for the first time in over a week
she was finally again looking directly at Him
their eyes met only briefly just then
but never more understandingly...

The Several Very True Times last week
That they securley Locked Gazes
had been truly intense..
but... felt... very genuine
Often such seem maybe too good to be True
And although these are the things, that, well..
are ever so fervently wished and hoped for
to be blunt, they are so often the very things
second guesses were made for..

Now such understandable second guesses
(make ye no mistake - on B/both S/sides!!)
appear at least to have withstood
this first test of time

So, not from behind the screen
nor the phone, E/each must soon truly look
Into the R/real E/eyes of each O/other
And see what that shall Reveal..

Only Then Can He Truly Speak to her
In the way she can Fully Choose to Listen

will she run?
a possibility of course
but, He thinks Not..

He Knows she absolutely wants to listen..
but only to that which rings true for her
and even then, only from One
who she is as sure as she can be
Will always Encourage her
Embrace her, and Empower her
to be all that she can be..
while allowing her always to be totally herself
to grow safely and feel protected
no matter what may come T/their way
This O/one will strive Every Day, Always
to make her feel her Absolute Best
 that she has chosen to place her trust in Him
And He Will Make Sure A/all Others Know
how Proud He is, that above all the Others
she has freely chosen to honor Him
with all that she has..

she will have made herself certain
that He would never force her in any way
 nor in any way knowingly mislead her
for any sort of selfish gain...
or any attempt at very temporary
 and exceedingly foolish fleeting pleasure..

yes... she would know beyond any doubt
that Such thoughts never even enter His Mind

{Indeed, How foolish are those
who can not, or will not, understand
what she is moved in her heart to give freely
will bring Him More Joy and Happiness
than even He can probably withstand }

(very fond visions here of a certain picture once sent to him, which, while he was able to eventually at least answer at the time, albeit after regaining His composure, He gleefully acknowledges that she 'got Him, but Good'... and it will likely never be topped
 This involved red satin sheets and their subsequent resting places, once he earned the privilege of personally encountering her considerable prowess in demonstrating that, yes, lesser ones might know what He needs... but she knows what He WANTS.... )

*ahem*

As the time draws ever closer
that He must come down from the Mountain
to replenish His goods
He looks forward to finally meeting in person
the real inspiration behind all of These Words

While He understands her apprehension
there is nothing she should fear
He learned long ago never to judge by any appearances at all... and that the most suspect of all appearances, in particular, are the ones 
who have the brightest and most "appealing" - in 'polite' society's estimation, anyway...
decorative outer packaging..
Most often, when one pulls off the colorful ribbons and bows, for the first peek at what is truly inside... there is not only generally nothing of interest to be found, but, many times... absolutely nothing at all.

Nor should be nervous about what to say..
for anything from 'Hello', to shy silence,
to perhaps even something risque'
and any or all else
will be appropriate and welcome, that day


Well... 'tis now 5:30PM..
I started this missive much earlier
but was most pleasantly distracted
by the very inspiration for these verses
live, on the phone, by her voice.. in person

W/we discussed quite a bit more
and I was gratified to learn
many of my observations were well founded
perhaps I do know Myself and abilities
even better
than I take credit for
Watch This Space, to see how
this all further develops

And for now, for any of those
who have remained with Me thus far
and have any further interest
I offer the following
which I had been saving for tomorrow
but Boldly present now
instead of further delaying...


DEEDS NOT WORDS

This is The Great Truth
He spoke of being reminded of, earlier
Such a short simple phrase
Not even a complete sentence..
yet matters that not...
a full sentence is not needed..
For if A/all do T/their V/very B/best
to live by It
Those 3 words say it all
there is no need for all the rest

It makes absolutely no difference
be Y/you Master or pet
submissive, slave, spanker, spankee
interested shy explorer.. accomplished V/vet
even Very Vanilla... or anything in between
all these extremes
Male, female, TS or TG
confused, metrosexual, poly, triad or more
and again any variation of all the above..

If that one short phrase
is YOURS that YOU LIVE BY
then you by definition include
 The Golden Rule,
*The Ten Commandments,
The Declaration of Independence
The Constitution... and still more
(need I go on?)

*Oh, Lest I be Misconstrued...
by those of you who think there may be no God or Supreme Being...
This One has Personally Observed
Many Times, through one of His callings:
This virtually inarguable truth:

"There are few atheists inside
a burning building"

I ask that you consider that carefully..
Should you still choose
to keep your differing opinion, then
Mark These Words Well..

Someday you will likely find
that you are undeniably not in charge
of nearly as much as you think you are.

With Much Thanks for the Inspiration
From m'ldy s. of the Lake
together with
The Man Upstairs

most respectfully submitted,

Velvet Knight
dated this 19th day of March, the year 2009
































 

It was not... and yet it was
The Concern, of the Man on Silver Mountain

He knows she must read
always at her own pace
and in her own season

But

the woman beside the lake
normally found happily
enjoying Mother Nature
and liesurely reading

had been grievously vexed of late

Though they had yet to meet
she felt no less befriended


there had come a great disturbance
 within her deep safe cave of water
and this she had no control over
but vowed to see through, 
by helping another

Coming down from the Mountain
under the moon, while she slept
He felt the matted grass
where she earlier sat, and nearly wept
trying to make sense of it all..
both good fortune, yet needing
quiet and careful evaluation
While at the same time,
though not hers directly
came this unwelcome new twist
demanding much of her attention

there was only so much of her
to go 'round, that was true

what to do.. what to do..

the Silver Mountain Man sorrowed
the tears in His eyes
 slowly ran down His Face
as He sat there in that same spot
to experience as best He could for Himself
all she felt tugging on her soul at this time

Virtual Hugs on both sides
so heartfelt and genuine
had been graciously exchanged
and gratefully accepted
by both... yet so much
still weighed on her mind
And that sorely vexed Him as He sat


strong as the 50 foot timber was she
this He knew
yet delicate as flower petals
barely touched with morning dew

the slightest supportive touch
on the now exposed fragile petals
might well be too much

yet to offer nothing could allow
the mere weight of morning drops of dew
to pull some of the fragile petals  down
and maybe even to crush some
whether she could know or not...
this He knew

A delicate balance it was
'twixt He and she
All He can ask for
is that she simply allow it to be

and then to unfold as it will
supporting those delicate petals
in the way that holds them safe
and yet lets them be free to blossom

for there comes a time
when books and pages
are not nearly as real
as unexplainable emotions
and undefinable feelings

Friends for now..
Yes, that I can certainly be...

Best friends, and much more, perhaps,
Someday it can be...

If and When that Day comes

I know, for sure,
she will swear
she is one

who would gladly
take bullets for Me, 

Rather than I be undone...

in any way,

by anyone..

For that, F/friends, is her... 
Indeed... 'tis All of her being... 

simply she...

And On That Day, Likewise,
she Will Know... as will Y/ye!

that This Too Shall Be:

Any Threat of Harm,
Any At All that should ever be
Will not be Against Me.... or her..
but rather... Against W/we

And As Such, They Must
First ALL Pass Thru Me
Before the strongest of them cause
e'en the slightest of harm, to she

Words by Velvet Knight
Inspiration for such.. 
young-hearted lady s.
of the densely wooded lake,
not far from Silver Mountain...

(shakes head) ya know...
If it can found in both The Dom Pocket Guide.. AND The Very Vanilla But Manly Men Manual... then it's probably... drum roll please... COMMON SENSE!!!

(smooths thoroughly ruffled helmet )

Favorite Quotes

"Faith is not acceptance without proof. It is trust, without reservation."

"There are few atheists inside a burning building."

A smile is a light in the window of the soul indicating that the heart is at home. ? Unknown

"Half of analysis is anal"  

"Confusion is always the most honest response"

"The mass of men live in quiet desperation and go to their graves with the song still in their hearts.?
H.D. Thoreau

 "In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit." Albert Schweitzer

"If you think that something small cannot make a difference - try going to sleep with a mosquito in the room." -- Unknown

(1) My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought, cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives...

(2) Gol-darnit, Mr. Lamarr, you use your tongue purtier than a twunny-dollar whore!

Hedley Lamarr - "Blazing Saddles."

Man on the Silver Mountain

          Ritchie Blackmore?s Rainbow

I'm a wheel, I'm a wheel
I can roll, I can feel
And you can't stop me turnin'

Cause I'm the sun, I'm the sun
I can move, I can run
But you'll never stop me burnin'

Come down with fire
Lift my spirit higher
Someone's screaming my name
Come and make me holy again

I'm the man on the silver mountain
I'm the man on the silver mountain

I'm the day, I'm the day
I can show you the way
And look, I'm right beside you

I'm the night, I'm the night
I'm the dark and the light
With eyes that see inside you

Come down with fire
Lift my spirit higher
Someone's screaming my name
Come and make me holy again

I'm the man on the silver mountain
I'm the man on the silver mountain

Come down with fire
And lift my spirit higher
Someone's screaming my name
Come and make me holy again

Well, I can help you, you know I can

I'm the man on the silver mountain
I'm the man on the silver mountain

Just look at me and listen
I'm the man, the man, give you my hand
I'm the man on the silver mountain

Come down with fire
And lift your spirit higher
I'm the man on the mountain
The man on the silver mountain
I'm the night, the light
The black and the white
The man on the silver mountain

'The size of a man is measured by the size of what makes him angry.'

FIRST MEETING

They had met online almost by chance and ended up talking for months, first in emails of course, and then on the phone or sometimes by cam. They were both all too aware that something may seem very real at the point they had reached, but could instantly disappear when it is to become a face-to-face reality. Yet, she mused, this time it honestly felt right... it had gotten to the point that almost every day she had to fight the urge to say "enough anticipation... let's meet, and not just for coffee...."     

her mind was screaming 'BE CAREFUL', yet what He had proposed didn't scare her nearly as much as it intrigued her... no, that wasn't it AT ALL... she felt compelled to do exactly what He said - and wasn't that the way He SHOULD make her feel? If it was right? Which it felt more and more that it was. Still...     

And then, there was His final remark, one that must have had some significance but almost seemed like an afterthought. "In fact, if it goes really well, everyone who sees us leave will know we are definitely together." What could that possibly mean... just leaving arm in arm or holding hands on the way out didn't seem like the kind of thing that warranted a remark like that.

Almost shaking, but doing her best to maintain her composure, she was surprised to hear herself saying to His voice on the phone "OK... yes, of course that will be fine... no, honestly, I do not feel pressured at all... how could i?"    

This seemed so crazy... why was she shivering inside as she recalled His instructions? After all, He had been a perfect gentleman, and had actually said nothing sexual at all... oh, but what was left unsaid made her mind thoroughly perplexed, wondering what on earth He had in mind.    

He had been quite specific, yet in some ways purposefully vague... there was no pressure, save for what she was putting on herself... and He knew it, didn't He! Well, there would be no backing out... oh, who was she kidding... she had no desire to back out!

They had agreed so long as it continued to be a mutual feeling upon meeting face to face, He would be in charge; she would be prepared as He requested, and do exactly as He asked, no matter what. If she felt uncomfortable about anything, He would stop immediately. The most intriguing thing to her was that He had said, while embracing and kissing upon this, their first meeting, was certainly right, other than that, He was not going to touch her. And, of course, she was not to touch Him sexually without His explicit request.

Although it certainly wasn't complicated, she prepared and dressed herself exactly as He wanted. After all, she said to herself, if things went as well as she hoped, there WOULD be a quiz :)  First, a fresh shave for her legs, underarms, and most important, a complete and thorough shave for her pussy. Sigh... she resisted touching the velvety smooth skin even though she could feel herself starting to dampen at how exposed and yet how good it felt. Good thing He had not asked her to go without panties! He had been very explicit about that, and the bra, too... He obviously planned on seeing them... or did He? Maybe He was just trying to make her feel her best... no, there had to be more to it, otherwise why would He specify a top that unbuttoned? But still... that wouldn't account for the panties...   

OK, on the way to the restaurant. He had left whether to wear a dress or skirt and top up to her, requiring only that the top unbutton, with five or six buttons maximum. Other than strict obedience and a well-shaved pussy, His only additional requirements were very white, very feminine bra and panties. They did not have to be a matched set, but the bra was to be minimal, and somewhat frilly, yet not delicate or ornate. The panties were also to be somewhat frilly but not fussy, minimal, but bikini style, definitely not a thong.

"you look perfect" he assured her. He looked so nice in His dark blue pinstriped suit - she felt underdressed... or maybe it was just finally being there in front of Him. The initial hug was everything she had hoped for and more. Dinner was the furthest thing from her mind, but He was as intent on the menu now as He had been on her all evening. The soup and salad were good but she barely noticed. The conversation was grand and at the same time just a blur. Finally, although His tone barely changed, she felt His first instructional words touch her directly between the legs. "I want you to go to the ladies' room. Take off your bra; when you come back, have it folded carefully and discreetly in your hand, and pass it to me. Before you come out, assess yourself well in the mirror, and unbutton that lovely top as far as you dare."

The top she had chosen was silk; she loved the way it made her feel. Now, of course, her bare nipples were like pencil erasers with the touch of the fabric and the situation combined. Did He want her to look slutty? This was a nice place after all, and He was impeccably dressed... but they had discussed how much that type of exhibition would excite them both. Maybe it would be best to be just a little conservative... go for naughty, but stay this side of slutty. Yeah, that's the ticket... It was meant to be worn with the top button open, so she deftly unbuttoned the next two, and critically checked the mirror... yesss... it felt naughty, but kind of under control... showed the curves and still left almost enough to the imagination to get past the diners she would encounter on her way back to the table...

Still tingling between the legs, she leaned over to palm her bra to Him. As she did so, her hard, sensitive nipples grazed along the fabric, making it all the worse.... umm, the better... how she wished she could rub them... or better yet, have Him pinch them unmercifully...

"Hey, slut" He grinned and whispered, so no one around them could hear... "you have to let go of it"

The entree had arrived, and she reluctantly sat back down. Before she could pick up her fork, however, He stopped her. "Very nice" He said. "I approve." She felt a wave of relief at making a good choice with the amount of exposure she had chosen. They began to eat, and the good conversation continued.

Then, when they were about half-finished with the entree, He said "I really do enjoy that look across the table. Now, unbutton the next two."

Caught completely by surprise, she had the classic, deer-in-the-headlights reaction.

He smiled and simply said "Now."

One more button would have been kind of slutty, but manageable, albeit with great care in moving.

TWO, however... that was another matter entirely! Slowly, she felt her fingers releasing the next button, and then, finally, the fifth one out of six! The vee in the silk top now extended below her breasts, ending just above her belly button. Suddenly, it felt as though everyone in the dining room could see exactly how far her top was open. Of course, He was the only one who could actually see, but that didn't change the feeling a bit! If she moved just a little too far....

"Well, I'm really enjoying myself, and you are too, I see. We'll finish this and relax a bit before I'm ready to decide about dessert. But first..."

Oh, my gawd... He's going to ask me to get up... someone will certainly see...

"you will go to the ladies' room again. Be very careful to keep your top from opening too much, but you are not allowed to use your hands. you are to take your panties off, and bring them to me exactly as you did the bra."

The feeling between her legs was that much more intense as she got up to do as He asked. Very, very carefully she made it to the ladies' room, trying not to attract too much attention... it was worse going back. Although the dress she had chosen wasn't particularly short, it was not tight, and that made the sheer volume of cool air caressing her bare ass and pussy as she walked almost unbearable. When she finally reached the table and gave Him the panties, He smiled at her approvingly, and said "Sit."

As she watched, He brought the panties to His face, cupping His hands so no one could see what He had, and lightly inhaled her scent. He brought them down again, and what He did next took her breath away. He very carefully refolded the panties as if they were a napkin, and placed them on the table IN PLAIN VIEW. Because they were very white, and not too fussy, they almost looked like the napkins on the table... BUT THE WAITER WOULD CERTAINLY REALIZE THEY WERE NOT!

The waiter brought the check, and noticed the panties right away. A brief puzzled look quickly gave way to a knowing, almost conspiratorial half-smirk as the waiter glanced first at Him, then, acting as if he had picked up an unexpressed cue, looked directly at her. Instantly, she felt as if the waiter could see her bare, exposed pussy right through the table. The waiter thanked Him warmly, and left. Fearing she might have wet her dress during the napkin encounter, she was debating just how to get up gracefully. Concentrating on that, and having totally forgotten about His final remark when she had agreed to His conditions much earlier in the day, to say she was completely unprepared for what followed is an understatement.

"I am most pleased with the way you have conducted yourself this evening. As I promised, it is only fitting that when we leave, everyone will have no doubt in their minds that we are together. That said, I have one more instruction for you." He handed her a leather tote bag. Somewhat puzzled, she awaited His instructions once again. "you are now mine, and so that there is no doubt of that to anyone here as we leave, you will go to the ladies' room one last time. you will take off all of your remaining clothes, including your shoes, and place everything in this tote. I will walk you to the ladies' room door, and I will be waiting for you when you come out."

her legs felt like rubber as they started toward the ladies rest room; her head was absolutely spinning. she wanted desperately to please him, but how could He expect her to walk out of the rest room completely naked? The entire evening had been so intense - especially since He had never touched her at all - the incredible emotions, the knawing fears, and arousals had all occurred in her mind, stirred only by His few simple words. But this... this was too much... yet, she had to try?

They had reached the rest room door. Turning toward Him, her eyes pleaded for Him not to make her go through with this. Unyielding, He looked straight into her fearful gaze and simply said "Well?"

she turned back, and started through the doorway. Feeling as though she might faint at any moment, yet determined to follow through for Him, she used every ounce of her being to press forward. It was then she felt His hand on her shoulder. "Here - you'll need this" He said, handing her His blue pinstriped suit jacket.

And so, she did leave on His arm... with her arousal running freely down both legs. They were obviously together... He, impeccable in His neatly pressed shirt, perfectly coordinated tie, and blue pinstriped pants... she, on His arm, wearing nothing but His matching blue pinstriped jacket; looking positively intoxicating from both the front and the back... the vee at the front wide open almost eight inches across at the top, and closing with one button just above her navel... from the back, the jacket ended right on the line dividing her legs and her ass... from each side the relief cut showed titillating flashes of naked hip at every step.. some swore they even saw her bare pussy flash at times below the single button in front.  

she neither knew nor cared.