the streaming moonlight transforms the courtyard into shades of smoky charcoal and silver filigree. I follow you there, having woken to find the bed empty. You’ve not been sleeping well, I know worry over life’s shifting chess pieces are troubling your thoughts. my bare feet are silent as I tread the old cobbles, and approach your still form. you gasp when you see me standing there, and the look of heavy things disappears . Rapidly the shutters to your soul close and your expression goes neutral, and then you brighten up and give me a weak but sweet smile . but I saw it nonetheless. I step into your personal space, pressing, melding our bodies from pelvis to chest. I tilt my head up at you, and cock it to the side, a questioning look, asking without words what you need, and finding my answer instinctively. I stand on my tip toes, one hand on your shoulder for balance. And whisper in your ear, “ hello Sir “, before taking two silent steps back and sinking to my knees in a puddle of dark hair and blush pink nightgown, transparent in the moon’s rays. I know what you see , having practiced slave positions for hours front of the mirror, correcting posture and placement of my limbs. There, on the ground damp with dew, I kneel. Thighs slightly spread, hands, palms up, open in supplication. Back straight, chin level, lashes downcast, I wait. I wait for what seems like an eternity, the night’s music playing around us. I’m starting to question what my heart felt, what it told me to do, yet try to stay still. But I’m freezing, and with my mind refusing to blank, the worry running through me combined with the cool breeze causes me to shiver, gooseflesh erupting on my bare arms. I bite my lip to keep myself in check, yet there I remain. What seems like hours pass, finally a lithe body drops before me, and a firm grip on my jaw forces my face up slightly. My eyes slowly raise to meet irises that I know are moss and whiskey, yet are an indiscernible gray in the half light. You study my face, looking into my eyes for a long moment. slowly you wrap one beautiful long fingered hand, lightly dusted with dark hair, around my throat, gently squeezing. then in a voice thick with emotion tell me “ you. Are such a good girl “, before roughly claiming my mouth. hope, despair, love, pain, and lust translate from your lips to mine. Teeth biting, and breathe melding and my thighs dampen with want. I’m gently laid on my back, on mossy stones, and my nightgown is wrenched upward roughly to reveal my pale breasts and bare mound. Your kneeling between my open legs, and I arch my pelvis towards you while looking into hooded eyes, a plea evident in my gaze. You unbuckle, your length springing free from your pants, and lean over me. Your strong hands shackle my wrists above my head before one of your hands moves down to rub your cock against my aching seam. You notch yourself against me and then thrust hard, filling me full. I tense, then relax and moan, my eyes rolling back as you thrust again and again, your rapid rhythm rough and unforgiving. I’m going to be sore tomorrow from the way you are using me . But This. Oh god I need this, and so do you.