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Part 58

He continued, “Red, I am about to welcome you into MY HOME. Right now, I need you to pay attention and do what I ask of you. Do not question me—just do it. If you have questions about anything, I will be happy to answer them afterward, but at this time, I need you to pay close attention and follow my instructions.

If, at some point, I shush you, DO NOT take it personally. It only means that you are deviating from my instructions.

If I ask you to do something that you are not comfortable doing, say ‘MAGENTA,’ and we will step back outside and address it here.

Can you do that for me?”

What was he asking me to agree to? Who cared—toy bag! Hey! Don’t judge me. You weren’t there for my dream, and you definitely weren’t there for the whole boob jousting thing with Chrissie… Ah, fuck it! Judge me—I’m getting to that toy bag.

While hugging my cushion with both arms in front of me, I said, “Yes, Sir.”

He simply said, “You’re such a good girl.” He took a deep breath and continued, “I just can’t wait…”

He unlocked the wooden door, not with a key, but with one of those pin pads where you just type in a code and the door unlocks. When I heard the click and he opened it, it felt like one of those movie moments with angelic voices and a glow coming from the other side.

Usually, he would open the door for me and let me walk in first, but not this time. This time, he walked in first, leading me into a tiny hallway that bent to the left and opened into a living room that was neatly organized and immaculately clean.

The living room was spacious and functional—not a lot of fluff. A brown leather sofa sat to the left against the wall, with a matching leather chair on the far right. It was one of those sets that looked new but also had an old, antique feel—fluffy and comfortable-looking. In front of the sofa was a large square coffee table with a few books and a large ashtray, with a half-smoked cigar sitting closest to the chair. Despite the cigar, the house smelled good—clean and welcoming.

On either side of the couch were glass and wooden tables with lamps on them, nothing fancy, but clearly chosen specifically for the room rather than the generic kind that comes free with furniture sets.

The colors on the walls varied. The left wall, with a window facing outside, was light brown, while the wall with the sofa was a deep burgundy, all trimmed in white. The large window let in a lot of light… the whole room felt peaceful.

As he closed the door behind us, he interrupted my nosey observations and said, “Red, now I need you to close your eyes, hug your new cushion, and focus your mind—and your heart—on loving thoughts. Whatever brings love to your mind, just look for it and focus on it. Don’t just think about it; allow yourself to feel it… and don’t worry, I won’t ask what your thoughts are.”

Wow! This was deep—and humbling too—because I realized something about myself in that moment. As I clutched my cushion, I couldn’t muster a single thought that truly made me feel love of any kind. What does love feel like anyway?

The only thoughts that came close were of Mom with her glowing face while we talked, Chrissie smiling and calling me “pretty girl,” and Gabriel driving me around, holding my hand as the sun shone on my face. Not having a real frame of reference, I decided to focus on those three memories and embraced my cushion.

With my eyes closed, I felt Gabriel step in front of me and hug me with the cushion between us. I felt warm, protected, and… not alone.

We stayed there in that moment for a while. Then he kissed my forehead and whispered, “Good girl.”

After that, he quietly instructed me to take off my shoes and place my cushion on the floor right where I was standing. I followed his instructions, and then he told me to kneel on the cushion, so I did. —Holy shit! This is happening? Right now???

I kneeled in the way one would in church—pretty much standing on my knees. Gabriel got down with me and instructed me to sit back on my calves. I did, and he said, “Good girl, now relax your legs.” Gently, he took the part of my legs I was sitting on and moved them to either side, allowing my butt to rest on the cushion with my legs on either side. He whispered, “You’re doing great, beautiful. Thank you for being so good,” and kissed my forehead again.

Gabriel then gently massaged my upper legs and said, “This may feel uncomfortable at first, but it will get easier.” I nodded, and he moved behind me, instructing me to stick my butt out as he gently corrected my posture and pulled my shoulders back a bit. He said, “Great job, you’re doing great.”

He continued by adjusting my head and neck, then placing his open hand on my belly, he asked me to take a deep breath.

For the next few minutes, he pretty much showed me that I didn’t actually know how to breathe properly.

Once he was satisfied with my breathing, he sat on the floor in front of me and quietly said, “Now, pay close attention. I am going to count to ten, and all you have to do is follow my count and my breathing. Can you do that?” I nodded, and he began.

Inhale—ONE—exhale.
Inhale—TWO—exhale.
Inhale—THREE—exhale.

And so on…

He said, “Great job, Red, thank you.” I started to reply, “You should’ve told me…”—but he shut that down quickly with a gentle “Shhh, shhh, shhh… it’s okay, gorgeous.”

He continued softly, “Now, I need you to do the same exercise with your eyes closed. Listen to my breathing and count with me in your head.” I nodded, and he started again.

Inhale—ONE—exhale.
Inhale—TWO—exhale.
Inhale—THREE—exhale.

And so on…

When he finished counting, he instructed me to keep my eyes closed and to count by only listening to and following his breathing.

I nodded, and he began breathing. In my head, I thought:

Inhale—ONE—exhale.
Inhale—TWO—exhale.
Inhale—THREE—exhale.
Inhale—FOUR—exhale.

Somewhere around the fourth breath, I started thinking about how nice this all was and then, WHEN ARE WE GETTING TO THE TOY BAG?!

At some point, he asked, “How far did you get before you lost track of the numbers?”

WTF?! How did he know? Did I unknowingly give him access to read my mind?

I said, “I think around four or five.” Without missing a beat, he replied, “Good. Now, let’s do it again, but when you notice you lose track of the number, go back to zero and start over. Do NOT try to find where in the count you were—simply go back to zero. Understand?” I nodded and started again.

Inhale—ONE—exhale.
Inhale—TWO—exhale.

I thought, “I wonder what we’re going to eat. I am starved!”

Again, after a little while, he asked, “How far did you get this time?”

Ah, fuck! How did he know?

I replied, “Two, I think,” and he said, “Thank you for being honest, beautiful. You’re doing great. This is to be expected, don’t worry… just try again. I’ll be right here with you. Remember to go back to zero if you lose track… Again, go.”

Inhale—ONE—exhale.
Inhale—TWO—exhale.
Inhale—THREE—exhale.
Inhale—FOUR—exhale.
Inhale—FIVE—exhale.
Inhale—SIX—exhale.

I am doing it! I am doing it! Wait, what number was I on? Fuck, zero.

Inhale—ONE—exhale.
Inhale—TWO—exhale.
Inhale—THREE—exhale.
Inhale—FOUR—exhale.
Inhale—FIVE—exhale.
Inhale—SIX—exhale.
Inhale—SEVEN—exhale.
Inhale—EIGHT—exhale.

This is a lot harder than I thought… what number was I on? Sigh, zero.

Gabriel quietly chimed in, saying, “Keep your eyes closed, beautiful. How are you doing? How far have you gotten?” I said, “Eight,” and he asked, “How many times have you had to go back to zero?” Frustrated, I said, “I don’t know, three or four?” He replied, “That’s excellent, great job. One last time—keep doing what you’re doing. You’re doing great.”

I started to ask, “Why do you want me to…” but he wasn’t having it, gently quieting me with, “Shh, shh, shh… one last time, beautiful.”

So, I went again…

Inhale—ONE—exhale.
Inhale—TWO—exhale.
Inhale—THREE—exhale.
Inhale—FOUR—exhale.
Inhale—FIVE—exhale.
Inhale—SIX—exhale.
Inhale—SEVEN—exhale.
Inhale—EIGHT—exhale.

That toy bag better be worth it… Sigh, zero.

Inhale—ONE—exhale.
Inhale—TWO—exhale.
Inhale—THREE—exhale.
Inhale—FOUR—exhale.
Inhale—FIVE—exhale.
Inhale—SIX—exhale.
Inhale—SEVEN—exhale.
Inhale—EIGHT—exhale.
Inhale—NINE—exhale.

Almost there… Fuck! Zero.

It went on like that for what seemed like an eternity—I must’ve gone back a thousand times!

Inhale—ONE—exhale.
Inhale—TWO—exhale.
Inhale—THREE—exhale.
Inhale—FOUR—exhale.
Inhale—FIVE—exhale.
Inhale—SIX—exhale.
Inhale—SEVEN—exhale.
Inhale—EIGHT—exhale.
Inhale—NINE—exhale.
Inhale—TEN—exhale.

A huge smile spread across my face, and I heard Gabriel’s voice whisper, “Great job, Red… I am so proud of you.” He kissed my forehead and instructed me to open my eyes.

Just as I opened my eyes, he began getting up from the floor, and I looked up at him. Something happened to me in that moment—something inside me clicked. I loved… the thought? The image? The idea? I don’t know, but I felt tiny and HIS at that moment. I was tiny, and he was enormous, powerful… I loved that feeling.

He met my eyes while I was looking up at him. He took my chin gently in his hand and said, “You’re such a good girl. You may stand up now.” I asked, “Sir, may I please stay like this one more moment?” I saw something shift in his eyes. I’d seen that look before, but it was usually accompanied by hair-pulling and permission to cum. This time, there was just authority—a silent authority I instantly knew I wanted to obey and serve.

As he looked down at me, still holding my chin, he placed his thumb on my lips, and I felt my mouth instinctively open for him, welcoming his thumb. I can’t say I was in control of myself at that moment—my lips wrapped around his thumb, and I started to suck on it.

His taste, his smell, the texture of his fingerprints vibrating on my tongue as I silently and instinctively licked and sucked his thumb while keeping my eyes on him… my Sir.

He pulled his thumb from my mouth, ran his hand along my cheek, and rested it on my head. I instinctively leaned forward, resting my body against his leg and wrapping my arms around it, hugging his leg. As I leaned on him, my head landed right at his pelvis, and the side of my face was resting directly against his stiff penis—it was right there.

Something took over me, and I just rubbed the side of my face against it, slowly feeling it, caressing it with my cheek. My face turned to meet it, pressing the front of my face against him, and I just breathed him in—the smell, the warmth, the texture. It was nothing like I imagined… I loved that moment, entranced by whatever was happening.

I could hear his breathing; it was quickened and intoxicating. With every stroke of my face against him, his breathing grew heavier, and his hand pressed more firmly against my head.

Words formed inside me, wanting to come out, but I couldn’t let them escape… until they did. I stammered, timidly, “Sir, my lips are yours…” As I said it, I felt his penis grow and pulse against my face—he wanted it as much as I did.

to be continued...