A SULTRY TALE OF ROSES

She opened the door to their bedroom and saw the box on the bed. On top was a card with her name written in his masculine scrawl. He'd called her 'Ser' as long as they had been together, but more often than not it was whispered at the most intense or most tender moments they shared. She opened the card and read what he'd written- 'Welcome home, love. Jump in the shower and when you're finished put on what's in the box. Then meet me downstairs. I love you.' Just like him to be so secretive. Without opening the box she stripped off her clothes and made her way to the shower.

The hot water felt so decadent against her skin. She loved to wash away the day and start her time with him completely clean, totally relaxed. She shaved her legs quickly before moving to her pussy. He claimed to not care one way or the other if she was shaved or 'au natural' but she cared. She loved knowing that there was nothing between their bodies when they made love. Rinsing quickly, she couldn't wait to get dried off and see what was in the box.

She turned the faucet to the 'off' position and grabbed her towels. She wrapped one turban style around her hair and the other around her body then made her way back to the bedroom. With great care she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid off the box. The scent of Victoria's Secret greeted her and for a second she was worried. All she ever went in there for was their shower gel and her favorite perfume. She wasn't a teeny tiny woman who could squeeze into lingerie from that place. She was a woman with curves and for a moment she was afraid that he was trying to express his desire for someone without all the curves. Cautiously she peeled back the tissue and peeked inside.

She gasped. Lying on top of another layer of tissue paper was a small case full of her favorite goodies- shower gel, lotion, and her favorite perfume. Sliding out of her towel she began rubbing the lotion on. The scent made her feel so feminine, so much like the woman she was with him. She applied the perfume in all the right places to assure the maximum effect. When she was finished she sat down on the bed and pulled back the next layer of tissue paper.

Her breath caught in her throat and she felt her eyes begin to mist over. She laid the jewelry box on the bed and lifted out the black negligee. Lace and silk that would cover her from head to toe, with cutouts in all the right places. She slipped it over her head and as it fell into place she noticed the slit on the right that was sure to show the apex of her thighs. The man thought of absolutely everything. With a smile on her face and butterflies in her tummy she turned to the jewelry box on the bed.

It was made of the prettiest cherry wood she had ever seen. The smell told her it was made by hand and the weight was impressive. There wasn't a single flaw in the wood or in the finish. The person who made it had spent many hours perfecting it. She ran her hands across the top, down the sides, and stopped at the shining brass lock.

She couldn't open it. No matter how hard she tried, no matter which way she turned it, it wouldn't budge. She laid it down and wiped her palms on the comforter. She'd applied lotion and worried that the residual was impeding her progress. She tried once more without success. As the tears began to fall the phone on the nightstand rang.

She answered quickly with only the slightest trace of an accent.

"Hello?"

On the other end she recognized the sounds of Bush's 'Alien' and heard an intake of breath.

"Are you dressed, love?" he asked in that perfect tone of voice.

She smiled, wiped away the tears and replied, "Yes, Master, I'm dressed. I'm afraid however that I can't open the wooden box."

Her voice quivered and she struggled to bring it under control. Control- funny that word should cross her mind. Then again, it was what he did so very well. The sound of his laugh brought her back to reality.

"Just bring it with you when you come downstairs to the living room, Baby. I'll open it when the time is right. Be sure to lift out the last layer of tissue paper though, love. Fifteen minutes, Ser. I love you."

With that he hung up.

She was shaking like a virgin on prom night. Love had turned her into a complete fool.

She did as she was told and lifted out the last layer of tissue paper. Underneath were cuffs for her wrists made of the softest black leather. Her skin responded as she slid them into place and fastened them. The smell of perfume and leather filled the air and she felt her breathing become shallow. She inhaled deeply and glanced at the clock. Noting the time, she opened her closet and slipped on her heels. She gave herself a quick once over in the mirror, grabbed the box, and opened the door.

Her scent mingled with the scent of the roses and burning candles. She could see that outside the moon had risen higher in the sky and she wondered how long it had taken her to get dressed. Turning the corner at the bottom of the stairs she couldn't help but stare. She closed her mouth and tried not to ask any questions.

The living room had been turned into an indoor sanctuary. Candles glowed along the front of the sliding glass door in what seemed to be a makeshift altar and the roses from the dining room table had been moved to the center.

Her Master stood beside a man she had never seen before and he was wearing a black fitted turtleneck, black pants, and black boots. His glasses were gone and she could see the emotion in his eyes. To their right was his best friends wife and she was at ease.

She walked slowly toward the man she loved more than life itself and wondered if she could ever possibly remember every detail of what was before her. She felt the tears threaten and raised her chin, determined to keep it together.

She handed the box to her Master and he set it aside. He took her hands in his and smiled. Instantly she was at ease. This was the man to whom she had given her heart, her soul, her submission- her all.

He dropped her hands and nodded in the other woman's direction. She turned and felt the white rosebud being pressed into her hand. Carefully she adjusted its position to avoid the thorns and as she turned back to her Master she saw that he had been given one of the red roses, almost completely open. Her heart skipped a beat and her eyes flew up to meet his.

He smiled but said nothing.

He removed a small key from his pocket and fitted it into the lock on the wooden box. He lifted the lid and paused. The strange man motioned for her to join her Master. She stepped forward and glanced toward the box but couldn't see anything. He lifted something out and passed it through the flame of the candle directly in front of the vase of roses. As he lifted it out of the flame, he turned in her direction and for the first time she could see what he held in his hands.

A collar- an everyday one, made of 14 carat yellow gold bearing a single teardrop shaped diamond. The woman behind her lifted the hair of his submissive to allow him access to her neck. The metal was still warm from the heat of the flame, but the feel of it against her bare skin made her shiver. His eyes held hers as the tears flowed freely.

"My Serenity…" he paused only long enough to wipe away the single tear that had slipped silently down his cheek then continued on. "...this is a symbol of my promise to you- to love you, to guide you, to cherish you, and to protect you. Ours is a love based on passion, respect, and the desires that coexist so perfectly. Do you accept this promise and the dynamics that go with the collar that will circle your throat forever more?" He asked the questions he already knew the answers to.

She knelt before him and responded in a soft voice, "My Master…" In a moment of perfect clarity she saw the path stretching out before them and in her heart she knew that her response came from the very core of her being.

"...I accept your collar, your promise, and the dynamics that go with them all. Ours is a love that is based on passion, respect, and the desires that coexist so perfectly. Though I am bound to you forever more, it is in that bond that I find freedom and the courage to soar."

She kissed his upturned palms and allowed him to lift her to stand beside him.

They each picked up their respective roses and faced one another. With the thorn of his red rose he pricked her middle finger and squeezed two drops of blood onto the petals of her white rose. In turn she offered the thorn of her rose to him and he pricked his own finger and let two drops of his blood fall onto the white rose, one that stands alone and another directly on top of one drop of her blood. With their eyes locked on one another they pressed their fingers together vowing to be joined by blood from this moment on.

The strange man rattled a length of lightweight chain and passed it through the flame.

He, along with his best friends' wife, wrapped the length of chain around them.

They repeated after the man simple vows of eternal love and devotion that came from some ancient lifestyle ritual and she was reminded of the seriousness of what they were doing. As fresh tears slipped down her cheeks she pressed the drops of blood on her rose to his rose and they exchanged them. She felt the chain being removed, but her focus was on her Master, on the man she had pledged herself to. They placed their roses in a small vase on the makeshift altar and joined hands. Time stood still as his lips touched hers.

The strange man handed them the length of chain wrapped in a satin cloth and was introduced as her Masters best friend. She was pleased that his friends were able to share in their bonding ceremony and she couldn't help but smile as she fingered the collar at the base of her throat. She felt his hand at the small of her back and she knew that she had made the right choice. Watching him closely, she saw in him her every dream come true and she had never been more proud to belong to him than she was at that very moment.

They said their good-byes and closed the front door. With a small laugh he turned in her direction.

"Shall we finish the ceremony, love?"

She shivered and placed her hand in his.

"Yes, Master," she replied.

He picked up the small vase with their roses and led her to the dining room table. From a bag beside the table he removed tethers and attached them to the legs of the table. She felt herself becoming more wet than she ever remembered being. As she watched him spread a length of black satin across the tabletop she began to panic. He'd taken her by surprise when normally he was so predictable. He'd caught her off guard.

He returned to her side and slid the negligee over her head. She stood before him completely naked except for the leather wrist cuffs and her collar, and she felt so sexy.

He took her hand and whispered into her ear, "I love you, baby girl. Slide up on the table and lay back with your arms by your side."

She could no more disobey him than she could stop the sun from rising. She felt the slippery satin against her skin and sighed. Her nipples were hard and if he looked close enough her Master would see her wetness.

She closed her eyes and watched him as he attached the tethers to her cuffs. She pulled against the restraints, not daring to believe that he would actually keep her from moving. It did no good. She couldn't move. She moaned a small moan of frustration and willed herself to relax.

He was her Master and she trusted him without reservation.

She felt him pull her legs apart, his fingers on her inner lips gently prodding then finally pulling her apart. She knew what he would see. Her clit was no doubt swollen and begging for his touch. As if he could read her thoughts, he obliged her by squeezing her clit between his thumb and forefinger. She cried out and thrust her hips forward. The more she moved her hips the more pressure he applied. In an instant she climaxed.

"That's it, baby girl….come for your Master."

His voice, his touch, the ceremony all proved too much and she was overcome with emotion.

"Master!" she screamed, completely unable to form a coherent thought.

As quickly as he'd started, he stopped.

His fingers were replaced by his tongue and she felt his fingers slide into her cum drenched pussy. They connected with her g-spot and she bucked wildly against his hand and mouth. She was his puppet, his toy, his plaything and she was powerless against it. With one last flick of his magical tongue he sent her spiraling over the edge once more.

She couldn't open her eyes and her mouth was dry. She felt him move away from her and mumbled in protest. As quickly as he had moved away, he returned. She felt his weight on top of her and willed herself to open her eyes.

"That's it, baby girl. Open those big brown eyes and see what you've done to me. I'm going to make love with you, Ser, so slowly."

She spread her legs in wanton invitation.

She wanted his cock inside of her. She needed her Masters seed deep within her.

She felt him slide into her, inch by magnificent inch. With a moan she pulled him deeper. She longed to wrap her arms around him, but the tethers were firmly in place. As he slid into her over and over she could feel the tension building deep within him.

"Master…" she half sighed, half moaned. "…please, Master…"

He drew in a sharp breath and responded "What, baby girl?"

She moaned loudly and found her voice.

"Please make me yours completely, Master. I need your cum inside of me."

She writhed beneath him, her body imploring his for release. With one final thrust she felt him pull her close and empty himself deep inside of her. The force of her climax had coaxed every last drop of his essence from him and she knew what it was like to be completely owned.

He unfastened her wrists from the tethers and helped her down from the table. With only the light of the candles to guide them they made their way up the stairs with the small vase of roses. She smiled at the sight of their blood together on the petals. Some things just couldn't be explained, no matter how perfect the words. He laid her on the bed and crawled in behind her.

Somewhere in the night they made love again. The full moon bathed their room in pale blue light and she couldn't help but think of the significance of the roses sitting on their dresser. They'd made the vow to love one another for all eternity.

In the morning they would take the petals from the roses and put them in a closed container after discussing their plans for the future. When their lives were over the petals were to be divided and buried alongside of them. The thought of her Master dying caused her heart to ache.

As she cried silent tears she snuggled deeper into the blankets and into the arms of the man who loved her. Instead of thinking about leaving this earth, she chose instead to think of the man who held her so close and of all the days ahead that she would look forward to coming home.

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