Treasure Gives into Fantasy Ch. 01

Treasure met her own eyes in the bathroom mirror. She held her gaze for a moment as if studying her own thoughts from outside herself. It was like meeting yourself. Atleast the part of yourself that always talks to you in your head. Except now in this mirror Treasure's voice in her had a face. Her face.

"Why are you doing this?" The beautiful woman in the mirror spoke to her with the voice of a concerned friend.

Treasure bit her soft pink lips as she pondered this question. As she studied her own intentions her hands ran through her long blonde hair and began to form a simple braid in the back. Nothing terrible fancy. Not the sorts of braids a woman wears on her wedding day. This braid was not for calling attention to beauty. Though it did frame her face quite nicely. This brade was a statement of intent. As if to say "I am promised" or "My heart belongs to another". This brade was a proclamation of ownership.

"I have done this before. There is no harm in doing it again." Treasure said.

"No that is not true! This goes against everything we have ever been taught. A woman does not give up so easily" The mirror said.

"I am not giving up. I'm giving in. And not to him. To myself." Treasure said with a firm resolution. Her hands grasping at her shirt pulling it over her head. Her bosom naked in the light.

"These desires you have are not safe. I have seen your thoughts. The things you wish for. Can't you just push them out of your head?" The mirror said.

"Not anymore. This is what I have always wanted. And I'm not going to let you stop me... not anymore" Treasure said as she finally broke eye contact with her reflection. When her gaze left her reflection it was if the voice in her head disappeared. Her reflection was still there, but now it was her. Truly her.

She reached into a square jewelry box on the bathroom counter and from it retrieved a silver necklace. The chain was thin but long so that it would rest in the center of her breast comfortably. The chain carried a black opal stone with chizzled faces. When the stone turned in the light it would glisten with flashes of greens and blues amidst the steady black.

She fastened the chain around her neck and her finger traced the silver around her collar bone till she held the stone between her fingers. Like her braid, this necklace was a notice to the world that she was not her own. That someone else was now her voice of reason. And in the moments when the black opal hung between her breast she allowed herself to give in to the secret longings she held in her heart. The longings for instruction. The lust for simple obedience no matter the task. The desire to be restrained. To be ravished. To be dominated. To be his submissive. To become his Treasure.

A pair of white lace lingerie with blue ribbons hung on a hanger behind her. She knew what this meant. He did not directly command her but by him laying it out she knew that he expected her to be in full costume for tonight festivities. She dared not disobey him. Not because she feared him. In her heart she knew he would rather cut off his own arm than harm her. She was his Treasure after all. No, she dared not because this was the game they played. He gave instructions and she followed them to the letter. He made the decisions. She followed the lead. He decided what was done to her. She allowed it to happen. It was like a game of cat and mouse if the mouse came willingly to the cat. The mouse only running if the chase would suit the cats fancy.

She put on the lingerie and studied her reflection again in the mirror. She had trouble feeling beautiful these days. Having a child always lands a blow to a woman's confidence. Her dominant always showered her with winded praises but the truest voices are always the hardest to hear. It takes more than flattery to make a woman believe what she sees. Despite all these doubts, she knew her current state would send her dominant into an almost primal state of attraction. He would know she was beautiful. And he would not be able to resist her.

As was her custom, she made her way to the bedroom and fell to her knees on the floor. She closed her eyes and rested her hands on her thighs as she waited for him. The black opal suddenly feeling like a heavy weight upon her chest. The moments before his arrival where always the most nerve wracking. Would he approve? Will he be mad with me? Will he punish me is not pleased?

The sound of the bedroom door opening cause all thoughts to race out of her head. She did not open her eyes but bowed her head down as a sign of submission. "You summoned me Dominus. I have come at your command." Treasure whispered.

The sounds of foot steps approaching filled her ears. Already the smell of flowers by the ocean filled her nose. He had applied her favorite cologne.

"I appreciate your hastiness Treasure. I see you found the clothes I laid out for you." He said. It is important to note that there are two different kinds of commanding voices. The first carries itself with brashness. It is heavy and harsh like a grizzly woken too early from hibernation. It is an unpleasant voice. One that commands not out of a sense of leadership but out of fear. Fear that obedience will be not found easily by its subjects. The second is calm but confident. Like the current of rapid river that knows it can not be forced to flow the other way. It speaks not to gain respect. It carries respect. It is gentle but reassuringly strong. And when it speaks it's subjects are moved to the ready. It is this voice that Dominus spoke to treasure with.

"I hope you find them to your liking Dominus." Treasure said Shyly.

A hand rest upon Treasure's cheek. A sign that it was time to open her eyes. Her eyes met the naked form of her master. Eye level with his hard cock. He did not have to speak a word. She could tell just how much he found her to his liking.

"You look beautiful My Treasure. Thank you" Dominus said as stroked a stray hair behind her ear.

"You are welcome Dominus" Treasure whispered.

Dominus' fingers ran under Treasures chin and pushed her head back forcing her gaze to meet his eyes. He studied her for a moment before leaning his head down close to hers. He paused for a moments as his lips hovered just above her lips as if to breath her in. He stifled a moan and then kissed her.

For those uneducated in the art of kissing it is possible for a kiss to communicate different things. A light playful kiss can communicate a loving fondness for a person. A slow methodical kiss communicates a deep soul binding love. A bit of tongue in the kiss can communicate unbridled lustful desires. Dominus' kiss was a different kind altogether. For starters it was vocal upon contact. A soft groan that told of a deep desire finally met. Secondly his free hand fell behind her neck and pushed her closer towards him which was telling of a love as strong as any story book fairytale. But it was the third thing that truly set the stage for evening. He playfully bit her lip. In a kiss, the biting of ones lip is a foreshadowing of what is to come. It a kiss with the seductive whisper of other kisses to come. The appetizer in the sexual dinner table. In short, it communicates that "kissing is not the only thing I will be doing to you tonight".

"Mmmm Dominus..." Treasure moaned.

Dominus reached for a neatly bound coil of rope that rested on the bed. He got down on his knees Infront of Treasure and continued to kiss her. All the while he grabbed her wrist and began to wrap the rope around her hands. As the lips danced the knots where formed and he bound her.

"Mmm better. A restrained Treasure is an obedient one" Dominus said firmly.

"I am yours Dominus. Do with me as you please." Treasure whimpered. Now unable to separate her hands.