Four Seasons

Chapter Two - Summer

i knelt in my accustomed place at the end of the huge four-poster bed, my legs spread so that my knees pressed into the cold terracotta floor a foot apart, baring my sex for Their pleasure. My heels were tucked beneath my bottom, providing a resting place, and an essential aid to my balance. My wrists were crossed, right over left, at the small of my back. My spine was straight, and my head was tilted so that i could stare straight ahead, although this would be unthinkable to me. My eyes were cast down as was proper, staring at an imaginary spot exactly halfway between my knees.

i was proud to be here, awake, bright-eyed and alert, ready to greet my Owners as They awake on this glorious July day. i had already polished the supple leather cuffs that wrapped my wrists and ankles in Their comforting embrace, and had positioned my shining steel collar so that the ring was front and centre. They noticed these little details and it was important to me that i maintained them. i had only minutes before They awoke, and so i opened my mouth wide, contentedly inserting the lustrous white sphere of the rubber ballgag between my freshly-brushed teeth, and drawing the strap tight through the roller buckle before snapping the padlock shut with a satisfying click. They disliked talking before breakfast, and though i was well able to hold my tongue by now, i liked to wear the gag as a palpable sign of my devotion. That, and i loved to suckle on that smooth sphere, running my tongue under it, and savouring its perfect shape, even as i admired the way it forced my glossy lips into a beautiful oval around it.

i knew Mistress liked that too, as it was a rare occasion when She could resist kissing my gagged mouth in greeting, running Her tongue over my lips and the surface of the gag, as i closed my eyes and savoured Her warmth, Her closeness. i would remain silenced in this fashion until i served breakfast, when it would be my delight to be ungagged by Master and hand-fed choice titbits from His bowl as i knelt at His feet.

There was a muted groan as Mistress opened Her eyes. Instantly every muscle in my body quivered and tightened as i endeavoured to present myself adequately for Her.

"Good morning My little one," i heard Her smiling tones, and instantly bowed my head in response, my heart-rate jumping as Her warm soft voice cuddled and caressed me.

Then there followed an explosive grunt from Master as She playfully elbowed him in the ribs. He tended to enjoy His sleep too much for Her liking.

She giggled, a rich throaty sound, and my world turned golden with love.

***

The sparkling water cascaded from the polished chrome showerhead like summer rain. As usual, i had removed my leather cuffs for fear of spoiling them. i was feeling naked without them, an irony, considering the unclothed state of my body.

Master was in a playful mood today. His eyes shone with mischief as He enfolded my slim wrist in His hand and snapped a gleaming steel cuff around it. If not for the gag i would have smiled too, but my delight was not subdued, and bubbled up from within as the other cuff snaked around my left wrist. i chuckled in the back of my throat, and bowed my head in gratitude. He pulled me into the shower stall, where i knelt before him and lathered expensive liquid soap in my cuffed hands, joyously inhaling the rich scent which burst from the bubbles.

And then His hands encircled my wrists again, guiding my bound hands towards His crotch. His penis, heavy and magnificently erect, awaited, and i did not disappoint. i lovingly cupped my hands around it, my palms brushing the tip and my fingers sliding gently over the base, ladling on the foam, warmed by my hands, and softly stroking it into the skin. My hands and fingers glided over and around His shaft, as it hardened and quivered at my ministrations.

i could hear His sharp, heavy breaths even over the cascade from the shower, as it washed over us both. A perfect moment, Master and slave.

The curtain suddenly skimmed back and She stepped lightly in. Instantly, and with some regret, i allowed my hands to fall between my legs, and i bowed my head once more. i was the slave, i had privileges, but i still had my place.

Mistress slipped between Master and i, and they embraced, wreathed in the clouds of steam, like God and Goddess upon high Olympus as i, a lowly mortal, knelt awaiting Their indulgence.

Then, a touch on my head, and i stood, dispensing more soap. The chain clinked as my fingers caressed and swirled around Her plump pale breast, and She let out a moan as the very tips of my fingers toyed with Her succulent brown nipple, alternatively kneading and brushing, the perfume from the soap filling the air with its sweetness.

He was washing Her back, even as i moved to Her other breast; He parted Her bottom cheeks as i moved down to Her pussy. She groaned, no doubt luxuriating as His long strong fingers circled around and between Her cheeks, even as i soaped Her smoothly waxed mound, and let my fingers briefly dip between the perfect, swelling labia. Her sweet musk rose to greet me, mixing and combining with the soap to form a heavenly fragrance, the memory of which will be with me always.

There were days when i would be permitted to stay, soaping and cleansing both of Them, perhaps to be rewarded with Their attentions in return, but today i knew…just knew that this was Their time. After all, it was Their holiday, and this meant the occasional relaxation of my routine as well. A touch to my arm, and i was dismissed. i smiled inwardly, not neglected, but with the knowledge passed on by that touch, that i had performed my service, and now must leave Them together.

i quietly stepped from beneath that pleasant cascade, quickly dried my feet on the bathmat, and exited the room, even as the sounds of Their lovemaking filled the humid air.

***

The sun was hot and nourishing on my wet skin, as i knelt on the veranda. Our apartment faced the beach, a blanket of golden sand, spreading down to the rippling waves. Their musical hiss and bubble as they broke over the beach, and then retreated back, was a symphony to my ears.

i silently gave thanks to Them for this extra luxury of a peaceful time in the sun and in the air, fresh and laden with the tang of salt. My dismissal excused me from the drying routine, and i knew my next duty would not occur until breakfast.

***

They laughed and giggled together, happy in Their private joke, as i bowed deeply and glided about the small kitchen, the tiles cool on my bare feet. The table was set and the gorgeous smell of browning toast hung in the air. i was there to catch it as it popped from the toaster and was quick to arrange it in the toast rack before my fingers were burned. i did a little pirouette, and skipped over to the table, bowing my head as i placed the rack in the very centre, atop a ceramic mat. i bustled around the table, pouring Their orange juice as they chatted amiably about the day ahead.

i was on cloud nine - even as the bright clean sunlight lit the room, my life was illuminated also. It was a perfect trinity – Master, Mistress and slave.

And then it was my turn. i descended gracefully to the floor, and into position. His fingers touched beneath my chin, tilting my head up, as His other hand worked the buckle of the gag strap. As it fell away, He gently tugged the rubber ball from my mouth. There was a momentary feeling of loss, but it was seconds before a piece of warm toast, buttered and dripping with honey was placed between my lips. i smiled and closed my eyes, letting the honey and butter melt on my tongue, and relishing the mixed sensations of rough toast and soft liquid honey. Astonishing i know, but in my old life, i had never learned to truly savour the moment when the food hit my taste buds. i was too busy with life and work and all the grey tedium of daily existence, without taking time to enjoy these small but remarkable experiences, even tasting food as if tasting it for the first time. They had given me this gift, had shown me to live in the moment, to revel in the sensations of the here and now. It was perhaps the finest part of my servitude.

***

Breakfast was nearing its end when i felt the soft warmth of my Mistress' hand on my bare back. A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine, and goose pimples started up, as if my very skin was eager to rise to meet Her touch.

"We have business, My darling," She whispered. "You have served well this morning, and it is time for your reward."

My heart rose into my mouth, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety bubbled alchemically through my body. A reward…but of what nature? i quickly suppressed this stray thought – it was not for me to question.

Her hand closed around my upper arm and i was pulled to my feet. i was almost of equal height with Her and quickly lowered my eyes. In doing so they fixed upon the gift in Her other hand – my leash. This was to be better than i had hoped. The leash meant we were going out, to perhaps bask in the sun, to splash in the sea, or feel the cool tangy breeze refresh our bodies and minds as we walked together on the beach. The possibilities seemed limitless. Another irony - that the apparent loss of liberty inherent in my submission brought forth so many opportunities that the so-called "independent" never experienced.

The metallic click as the leash was snapped onto the ring in my collar was significant in the warm silence of the kitchen. i allowed myself a small smile, a subtle and appropriate sign of my happiness, yet inside i was quivering with excitement. My anticipation grew as I felt the warm snug leather of my cuffs, embracing first the left and then the right wrist. My breath caught in my throat as my arms were gently guided behind me, my wrists brought together in the small of my back, and then, with a delicate click, there they rested, safe and secure…and i surrendered myself to Her care.

Master chuckled, from somewhere behind me. "I believe I shall go for a swim, and leave you girls to your own…devices."

My momentary regret that He would not be joining us was tinged with the joyous expectation of special time with my Mistress.

As He made His exit, i felt a gentle but firm tug on my leash and, my heart bouncing and my soul singing, i was guided from the kitchen, linked to the One i adored, out into the brilliant bright world.