3-"before return to duty"

3-"before return to duty"

it had been a long day for him and still the day was not over. her mind turned to all the responsibilties he now had as she lovingly pressed his uniform. as she meticulously ironed each sleeve, she thought of his form filling the uniform. she smiled to herself as she ridded the fabric of each of its many creases, the joy and honour she felt when she dressed him and, when he so desired, the little chatter they would make as she did so. he was a man that looked so very smart in uniform, it was one of his definitions, the uniform not only defined him but he defined the uniform. he was one of the very few warriors she had had the privilege of meeting, as was her father. unfortunately, as they so often would discuss, warriors are the rarest of breed, as is the alpha male.

she thought as she ironed the large expanse of fabric that was the back of his uniform, how very fortunate she was to serve such a man. wisdom and all that small yet large word encapsulated was always the deciding factor in her decision of who's lead she would follow and entrust herself. many dominant males had will and brawn, however, it was only when one began to reach the pinnacle of the male hierarchy, of which not all were interested in having a girl serve, that one began to truly understand the wisdom needed to lead successfully and naturally, coupled with superior physical prowess that caused others, both male and female, to defer. inherent, necessary and defining qualities between an alpha and an omega male. the alpha male, particularly the master she served, was a topic of great interest and fascination to her which was an imperative as a girl must learn and know her master in order to serve him to the very best of her ability and moreso to his complete satisfaction.

she very carefully hung his uniform on a widely breadth hanger so as to not accrue any wrinkles and until she needed to later dress him. she returned to the kitchen to finalise a light dinner he had told her to prepare before he needed to return to duty that night. he also told her he wanted to eat outdoors as the evening was a warm one. she had set the wrought iron table for one and placed a silver dog bowl just to the side of where his feet would be positioned for herself. all being in place save for the food, she quickly took her standing bath, washed her hair and anointed her body with oils. her hair was loose and wet about her as she selected his favourite wrap: the gauzy, sheer maroon one. she wrapped it about her hips and allowed it to rest just above her mound. she ran her long fingers over her slave chain and toe ring making sure they were in place.

she returned to the loggia when she felt the brush of fur against her thighs. she looked down to see the smiling face of their four year old male, grey husky. she ruffled his collar as she smiled into his happy, little face as he, too, sensed that master would be home quite soon.

knowing he was an extremely punctual male and also because he had rung her to say when he would be home, she knew it would be only moments before he came through the front door. with the husky close beside her, she prostrated in her usual spot a few paces inside his home by the front door. and also as was usual, her body reacted to the eminent arrival of him like the moth to the light of the flame. as his car pulled into the drive, her body began to tremble with desire. as she held continuously her position of submission, she listened for his movements: the car door open then close, the wonderful sound of his walking feet, his key in the door and then ultimately the close of the front door.

she made not a sound as she submitted herself before him. her mouth was dry and form still quivering as he viewed and walked around her and the husky. he thought how she resembled a single drop of rain that had settled on a full leaf, still in motion and singular in its purpose. when he had circled her twice and with his feet millimetres from her splayed fingers, in voice low, he said one word: "rise." in fluid movement, she rose to her feet and stood before him with eyes still lowered. two fingers touched the hallow in her throat, rested there momentarily, then encircled the crevice. he very slowly and lightly traced the line of each collarbone and with a touch so light as to bearly touch her, he drifted his fingers down the outside almost underbelly of her arm and forearm such a sensual place on a girl. a small breath of air escaped her puffy, reddened mouth which was just the reaction he sought. as he removed his hand from her, he bent to the husky, tousled and rubbed the fur about his face then stood and said, "come habibi, i'm starving."

`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
3may06