The Scene #2
“Yes, I’m good. And yes, we are here. Come on, let’s get you settled.”
GISELE
My everlasting, ever living God, this is a quiet plea for clarity. I try, my Lord, to live in Your image; I try to do right by my loved ones and my neighbors. I am not perfect but I am thankful for Your presence in my life and the doors that You continuously open for me and mine.
Now, I normally try not to bother You asking You for the things that You already know, but if You could calm down the pheromones happening between me and this man You have put in my way to tempt me, I would greatly appreciate it because God, You know my heart, and You certainly know my lustful thoughts, and if Master keeps sniffing me like that while smelling so good… I cannot speak for what may happen.
Your faithful servant,
Gisele.
Maybe that prayer would set me right. Perhaps that prayer would dry out my moist underwear with a gust of cleansing wind to carry my scent and his somewhere else.
What was I supposed to do when Jo?o looked like he tasted like he smelled?
And his scent was delicious, all wood and leather and warmth and cozy hugs by his plants.
Every inhale reminded me of home and made my skin prickle in danger. And I wanted that danger.
God, whew. I want this man. I want him.
The raw prayer slipped from my consciousness into the universe as Jo?o’s warm, large hand surrounded mine, gently guiding me through the busy parking lot with swaying palm trees in between rows of SUV and sedans.
A warm breeze lifted my hair from the back of my neck, the air enough to cool some of the heat emanating from my skin.
His strong quiet presence had my heart racing in anticipation; whatever the surprise was, whatever the plan, I could care less. Just walking beside him being guided so expertly and gently toward our destination had me grinning like a teenager on her first date.
A strip mall buzzing with patrons was not what I had in mind when he told me he had a plan, but my Master had a way of creating moments for me that were full of wonder and excitement. And I was certain this would not be the exception.
“Helena’s Beauty Lounge.” I read the gold and pink cursive letters delicately advertising the establishment’s name. Jo?o opened the glass door and we entered a Zen-like space with white marble and a white counter where a gorgeous lady with locs down her back awaited us.
“Master Q, so good to see you!” the woman said, her skin a touch of bronze and gold, her hair wrapped up in a purple turban that flowed with her lighter brown locs adorned by gold clips.
Her aura was serene, just like her establishment, and my curiosity came out to play, the anticipation of whatever was going to happen causing a riot in my stomach.
“Hello, Helena, good to see you as well. The place looks fantastic.” The Jo?o that most saw came out—deep voice, straight line from the top of his fitted-covered head down to the bottom of his Jordans, his strong presence taking over the space.
Helena’s languid state transformed to full dedicated attention, and tingles went down my back as I recognized her as a fellow submissive.
Another bottom enthralled with Master Q.
“Thanks, you and the other Doms really came through for me. This is my dream come to fruition after so much work and sacrifice.” Helena nodded in proud satisfaction, her plump lips curving in a happy smile as she stared around her establishment.
“It was all you. We just eased your path through the process, that’s all.” Jo?o’s words landed gently, but we both heard the finality in them. He did not want any more praise—at least not right now, and not from her.
“So, are we ready for the session?” Helena’s smile morphed into a knowing grin, her eyes on me now. Master turned his full attention to me, those deep-set eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. Master had a way of making me feel beyond special, the way safety lay in his gaze.
In that safety lay full trust.
“Boa menina, we’re going to do a sexual scene. Do you consent to being surprised in this scene?”
My skin tingled at the confirmation of what I suspected. I wanted to ask questions but those were all to satisfy my curiosity, to stay in control, and one of the points we had negotiated in our D/s dynamic was relinquishing and trusting the process.
“Yes, I consent.”
My heart skipped a few beats as the words activated movement all around me, nothing rushed.
Helena sauntered over to me with a welcoming smile and her soft hand cradled mine.
Master’s gaze acted as my personal heating device as I walked into a softly lit room with cream-colored furnishings.
The space reminded me of the time Vincent gifted me a massage in a luxury spa in downtown Brickell; essential oils warmed on a credenza in the corner where different body products, a wax burner, and candles lived.
“I’ll be performing a calming body facial for you today, followed by an intimate wax of your private areas and ending with hopefully a sensual and satisfactory conclusion for you, Gisele.
But this experience is not like your regular wax appointment; pleasure will be intricately woven into the session.
Do you have any question, concerns, or areas I should not touch?
” Helena’s voice oozed tranquility and sensuality and my tension and any nervous anxiety washed away.
My Master had brought me here because I had a need, and I trusted him.
Master and I stared at each other as I answered Helena.
“Yes, Helena, I understand, and I have no areas of concern, no questions.”
“Wonderful. If you would please disrobe, your Master would like to see you naked now,” Helena instructed, and I felt the command as my Master intended; it was coming from him directly to me.
Lord knew where this passionate standoff between us would lead me, but I would gladly walk the path with him.
I dragged the straps of my sundress down my shoulders, the soft fabric snagging on my dampened back.
The exchange of Helena’s soothing energy and my Master’s dominant presence had my entire senses heightened; my nervous system recognized this as an opportunity to let go, but the quiet anxiety inside attempted to remove me from the now and here.
“Relaxa, boa menina.”
A gust of breath whooshed out my lungs and the incoming air brought some calm.
I let that calm take over the anxiety as my dress dropped to the floor, pooling around my feet.
Helena crouched in front of me, her warm breath trailing a path from between my breasts down to my navel, her eyes never leaving mine.
Mesmerized by her beauty and sensuality, I stepped out of the circle of my clothes.
“Lay down on the bed, Gisele. Your Master wants you to enjoy this.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice; the soft treatment bed must have been made of clouds and cotton fluff the way my muscles molded into it. It had the perfect firmness, not too much to allow my fleshy parts some needed rest.
“First I’m going to exfoliate and deep cleanse your body,” Helena explained, her rich voice creating such intimacy the remaining anxiety evaporated with her words.
“Here, keep your eyes closed. And enjoy,” Master commanded while a warm towel went over my closed eyes.
Music started up all around me, a playlist clearly curated by Master because the first song was one of my current favorites: “Hands” by Alex Isley.
Helena’s hands were magic, her fingers instruments of transformation, her motions over my body a gift sorely needed and appreciated.
With aromatic concoctions she performed a cleansing ritual and stripped me of any baggage I might have brought through those doors, leaving my skin, my soul, my self lighter than before.
The words of affirmation she showered me with filled my heart with acceptance and satisfaction.
Catharsis. Sometimes you just have to let go.
“Now I’m going to do a moisturizing massage. Your Master wants you to relish this moment.”
“We can trust each other with our passions, still keeping our boundaries, boa menina,” Master whispered as Helena’s hands glided down my shoulders, a different earthier scent now spreading across my skin, reaching the slopes of my breasts, her palms nurturing and titillating at the same time.
My nipples begged for contact and she provided them succor, her fingers soft and firm, elongating each tip until they were engorged and moisture gathered between my legs.
“Breathe, boa menina,” Master instructed, and my breath hitched as a hotter drop touched the top of my breasts.
“Wax play, have you ever experienced it?” Helena’s whisper unraveled the questions popping in my head.
“No, never.”
“This wax was specially prepared just for you, with scents your Master thought you’d like.”
“You trust me, boa menina?” It was Jo?o asking the question. Yes, it was Master, but this was Jo?o—the Dom, the man, the person who somehow trusted me with a side of him seldom seen. And the vulnerability in the question touched my soul.
“Yes, I do, Jo?o.”
His breath hitched and released, calm and poised.
“Good. Go ahead, Helena.”
Hot wax the temperature of a girl’s shower after a rough day touched me, little droplets falling onto my breasts and painting my skin. The heat quickly turned to warmth as Helena continued dripping wax over my chest. The hands…again over my body. Her hands moving at his command.
“Plump them for me, Helena.”
“Yes, right there, she liked that, see? See how she’s getting wetter. Mhm, your scent drives me wild, boa menina.”