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This is my last night before deployment. I have been granted the rarest of gifts for a submissive; I have been told I may do whatever I please today. I left my wishes on the table when I went for my morning jog. I settle myself and let the stress of what would be settle in the back of my mind. This is not the time. This is to be my last time with Mistress before I go into harm's way. This is to be what I carry with me, what I leave behind me. This is to be all, for a long time, and perhaps forever.
The room I've rented for us has a hot tub. That's important for me. My Mistress is minutes away. I set out to prepare for her. Oils I set out, and shampoo, conditioner, towels. Sea-sponge. I lay out clothing upon the bed for later. I take off my clothes swiftly and shower before Mistress arrives, so as to be clean to attend her.
Mistress arrives. The door opens and I see for a second, unguarded worry in her eyes. I will not have it, will not allow it. Not tonight. Tonight, there is no tomorrow, and there are only three people in the world. I take Mistress' hand before she can speak and guide her into the room. Her dark fingers clutch hard for a moment on my own pale ones. I curtsey as Mistress enters and I take her coat and hang it. The routine of me taking her coat stops her from speaking words that lead to tears and, before she can say the words, I drop to my knees and unfasten her shoes, caressing her feet, kissing her knees.
With a sigh, she lets her dark fingers trail through my long black hair, feeling my pale cheek against her skirt as I caress and kiss her legs, and down to her perfect feet. I smile softly as she chuckles, surrendering to my needs for tonight.
I kneel naked before her as she offers me her wrists. I undo the buttons on each and kiss her wrists, allowing her palm and fingers to trail over my face, and down my neck, tugging my collar and stroking lightly across my swelling white breast. She turns away and I rise behind her, reaching around to undo her blouse button by button. I bury my face in her neck as it is exposed and take the scent of her skin under her hair before I kiss lightly. I place her blouse on the hanger so it will not wrinkle. I gently unclasp Mistress bra, and my fingers lightly play over her caramel skin as the strap, white as my own skin, slides down her shoulder. I let my hands stroke around her sides to gently cup her breasts, teasing her nipples as the bra falls away. I pick it up and hang it on the blouse hanger. Returning to Mistress, I kneel to unzip her skirt, and slowly, so slowly lower it down.
My breath catches - Mistress' ass is before me and she has not worn panties to cover it. I give a soft cry and my hands move to it, caressing it. Feather light kisses cover her ass as I lower the skirt and she steps out of it.
There are candles burning around the room, the only light that shines, and the water looks dark as Mistress steps towards it. The dark bronze of her body slipping into the wine dark hot tub with a sigh. As Mistress settles, I begin to bathe her. With my pitcher, I begin to wet Mistress hair, and to wash it. I am so grateful for Paula for teaching me how to do this. Unbinding Mistress hair and washing it, I let my fingers play through her hair, massage her scalp. Her African hair is so different from my own Germanic, with a natural curl that is alien to my own light wave to straight hair.
Massaging the shampoo in and rinsing her again, and again. I began to move onto her arms, washing and scrubbing Mistress. Some time after Mistress sighed and leaned back against my breasts I began to massage the muscles of her arms, then up into her neck. Soft whimpers as she smiled softly with closed eyes were the only sign she was still conscious as I worked the tension out of her.
Moving into the water beside Mistress, I begin to wash her chest and her magnificent breasts. Floating in the swirling waters of the hot tub, Mistress heavy breasts were in start contrast to my long pale fingers as I massaged and caressed them. Dark fingers captured my nipple and pinched hard.
“Don’t get distracted. Bathe me first,” Mistress chuckles as she smirks at me.
She half rises and turns away, leaning on the edge of the hot tub, and allowing me to wash her back and massage her strong black back muscles. As I do so, I take out the oil and began to work it into Mistress' arms, neck, back, massaging one group at a time as I work her body.
My breath is coming faster and as Mistress pulls herself half out of the hot tub. I am left facing her magnificent black ass. I begin to massage it, working the oil into her skin, gently working my relaxing fingers into the muscles of her lower back, her hips, thighs, and yes, her magnificent ass.
I will admit, I loose control and, when I part her ass cheeks, I begin to kiss and lick her perfect dark rosebud. I should wait, this is not supposed to be mine. Mistress is more giving than I deserve so she lets me kiss, lick and tongue her sweet ass. Her hand moves to pull my face deeper into her ass as I let my tongue dance inside her.
Mistress hips begin to move, her cheeks to clench, and soon her low cries filled the room along with my whimpers as I eat her ass like a starving woman, and my fingers dare to reach forward between her chocolate thighs to stroke her perfect shaved sex and pretty purple clit.
As she cums, Mistress cries out in joy, then pushes me away with her foot.
“Naughty naughty slave. You're not supposed to snack. Mistress forgives you, just this once.” Her laugh has the low satisfied sounds of a cat after a particularly good after nap snack.
I rise from the bath and prepare a towel to wrap around Mistress, then sit her in the chair. I dry myself quickly before picking up the hair dryer and drying Mistress hair. She lazily toys with my breasts and ass as I dry her hair, and begins to finger me as I slowly twist and rip to build her dreadlocks to the silky perfection she's used to.
I can not help it. I stop several times to smell her hair, wanting to remember it forever. I shake and cry out as Mistress makes me cum when she catches me smelling her hair. I had not asked permission to cum, so I knew I needed to be punished.
Over her lap, she uses her hand to leave my cheeks red as she plays happily with her little white slave girl, enjoying the game of testing my control, and winning. I am usually better at resisting Mistress, but she knows I cannot serve her as body slave without my control crumbling, my desires leaving me almost mindless. I came without permission - she spanks me red and begging. We both pretend it is a terrible failure, as each knows the other wants the result, but the game has rules.
An hour later, Mistress stands and regards her hair. This is my first time. I am shaking. I am terrified she will find it ugly. I think she looks magnificent. She drops the towel and I am unable to breathe, looking at her before my eyes and in the mirror, a dark goddess of love.
The smack across my face is sharp, leaves a sting and turns my head. Her whisper in my ear is low and throaty, like the growl of a mountain lion or panther.
“Bitch, you can’t tell me this was your first time. This was perfect. Don’t lie to me again.”
As she finishes speaking, she takes my neck with a kiss that turns into a bite and leaves her mark on my throat. I just about cum again. As she moved to the bed, she stands before my clothes choices and nods her acceptance. I put on her stockings first, then garters, then fasten the stays. Her panties, then her bra. At last I put on her dress, low and elegant. Fit for Mistress. Fit for my love.
There is a knock at the door. I rise to answer it.
Paula is there in a gown as elegant as Mistress'. As it should be for Mistress' wife. She gives me a hug, and Paula’s tears threaten my control. I hug her so hard fear I might hurt her, but she does not object, just holds me back.
I beg Paula in a voice that runs the ragged edge of my control.
“Please take care of her. Love her. Be with her. Don’t let her be afraid or alone. Don’t let her worry. I will be back when I can, and I need to know that you and she will be fine, will be loved, will be together.”
Paula kisses me for the first time. Mistress comes behind and enfolds us both in her arms. A naked slave girl between Mistress and her wife. They pose for me in the doorway. I snap the photo I will take with me. Mistress and Paula, so elegant, so gracious, so giving. I must look strange, wearing only my slave collar and my tears, but tonight is my last night. Tonight, Mistress will sleep in Paula’s arms as I will be donning my civilian clothes to travel to Germany. Travel beyond that point would be by military transport in uniform, but while they sleep safe in their bed, I will be somewhere over the ocean.
Paula takes Mistress out to dinner and I will be gone when they return - only a rose on the bed to remind them of a third that would one day again lie at their feet.
Tomorrow I know duty to my nation. Tonight, I know only devotion to my Mistress; pure love and acceptance from both my Mistress and her wife. This is to be my last night, and it is a good one.
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