Our Ritual
She stood before me like a human statue in the middle of the dimly lit room. Her hair was styled flawlessly and her makeup applied to perfection. Her lips were a rich, glossy red and her eyes dark and shiny like two water ponds at midnight. She was completely naked but for the thick, black leather collar draped around her long neck. She had put it on before I arrived, just as I had instructed.
We didn’t speak as we looked at each other. As usual, no words were necessary. This was our ritual and our nature. Our life. I walked slowly around her, the clicking of my shoes on the wooden floor the only sound audible in the room. I ran my eyes over every part of her completely exposed body. I was pleased with her, just as I always was during my regular inspections.
Her skin glowed with a golden hue in the moody light and I could see her chest rising and falling at an increased speed. Anticipation was spreading across her body, starting at her restless mind and flowing through the rest of her flesh. I knew her reactions well and could read her body like a favourite book, the result of never-ending attention and adoration.
I stepped behind her and ran my fingertips gently down her spine and over the curve of her behind. She shivered and sighed as she closed her eyes. Then she regained her composure and continued to look ahead, her body completely still once more. I reached around her head and placed a blindfold over her eyes.
“Let’s begin,” I said as I tied it behind her head.
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