1-"the preparation"

1-the preparation
she felt the warmth from his dungeon's fire begin to enter the kitchen and surround her slender ankles and feet. as usual, the quiet girl was bare footed as that is what he preferred. he enjoyed hearing and listening to the padding sounds of her small feet around his home and as they swished through the grass during their warm days and nights in his garden. when she would rise from bended knee, he would watch the outline of slender bones beneath the tops of her flesh, his eyes immediately moving to her heel and achilles tendon anticipating its slight arc forward, the lift of the sole and the pressure on her toes. he did not seem to ever tire of the beauty of his slave's form and form in motion. her right foot, second toe was always dressed in a small, delicate silver band of marcasite which the light often captured causing it to shimmer much like the morning dew upon the spider web just to the right of the far right kitchen window. her feet's music represented home to him and her femininity unlike the heavy, masculine strides of men that was his day. but yet he had a need for both being the man that he was.

i must say early on so that it is clear that even though i write her slender ankles and her right foot, that all that she is and has, is his. it would be more accurate to write "his slender ankles" and "his right foot", however, that would be confusing and/or difficult for you to follow so i shall continue to write her. that being said i shall continue.

it was seven in the eve on the night; and as told by the dark one, she was in the kitchen preparing the three items. her mind strained for even the most miniscule of sounds from his study but he was lulling in his quietness much like a small fishing boat in the middle of a fairly calm lake. this was usually a good sign though, at least in his home, as it meant he was relaxed and contented; she loved reaping the rewards of such a mood. she sensed such a reaping would occur between this night and the 'morrow morn. a dark smile fell upon her tender mouth as her energy began to change. a combination of excitement, nervousness and anxiousness began to pulse through her body and mind as if it had replaced her warm, red blood. she carefully finalised the preparations placing all she had prepared on his round brass tray, smoothed the sheer maroon wrap, pausing to smell its scent on her palms then lightly touching that oil scent to her hair and breast tips, finally making sure her silver belly chain was in place. she then turned to leave the kitchen with tray in hand, walk to his study and kneel in the doorway.

`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
21mar06