If Miss Destiny is present please have her read this, Thank you.
~The Promise~
A smile played across her lips – tonight was the night. She had instructed her submissive, Allen, to be a good boy and cleanse himself thoroughly. All week he had been using a regimen of broths and colon cleansers she had given him. He knew this meant something special was happening tonight and she could feel his excitement through the phone. She could tell he had lots questions he was itching to ask, but he remained the good boy she had trained him to be and he held his tongue. Instead he said “yes Mistress, I will be ready” and she hung up the phone.
She busied herself around her home, not really very much left to do before the visitors would arrive later that evening. Allen had bustled here and there throughout the week, prepping her home, cleaning every nook and cranny. All that was left was to instruct the caterers and set up the bar to her specific specifications.
Allen arrived at her home, right on time, 3 hours before the guests would be there. “Good evening my Mistress” he cooed, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. She chuckled and had him follow her to the palatial bathroom in order to assist her in getting coifed and ready for the events to come. He drew a warm bath for her, then proceeded to untie her loose fitting robe, letting it drop to the ground. His intake of breath caused her to smile, knowing her ample curves and soft milky skin never ceased to create a reaction and judging by the tent in his trousers, tonight was no exception. She couldn’t resist the tease, tracing a well manicured finger along the outline of his shaft as he moaned ever so softly. He held out his arm, knowing better than to touch without permission, as she allowed him to assist her into the warm, sudsy bubble bath.
Allen knelt by the edge of the tub, taking the hose from the faucet and turning on the water as she leaned her head back for him to shampoo her long auburn tresses. He was so gentle, massaging her scalp and taking his time with her hair to the point she nearly fell asleep. Just before that could happen, he rinsed her hair and grabbed the washcloth on the side of the tub, liberally squirting body soap into it. He took a long deep breath, enjoying her signature scent of cherry blossoms before running the cloth over her creamy skin, biting his lip as he raised each arm, tenderly washing every inch of his Mistress’s skin. He watched as her nipples perked up at the lavish attention he paid to them, taking more time than was absolutely necessary in the process, but hoping to get some kind of reaction from her – a sigh or a moan. She had such control, not just over him which was obvious to anyone watching, but over herself as well. She gave no sign that anything he was doing was making a dent in her perfect façade.
Allen continued bathing his Mistress, his last stop her well trimmed pussy. He badly wanted to make her react, hear her gasp and moan from his touch so he couldn’t resist the temptation to slide a finger deep in her perfect well and a thumb across her clit. He glanced at her face, waiting ,and was rewarded with a scolding look, her eyebrow raised in annoyance. He quickly stopped, hating to see that look on her face, knowing she was disappointed in him. It was his life to please her in every way, take care of her, and serve her every wish and whim, so when he saw that look he felt awful and severely chastised. She never had to raise a hand to punish him, that look was always enough. That is not to say she didn’t from time to time, enjoy a more unique form of punishment when he had crossed a line, but he knew he deserved each time she did as she was always fair in her dealings with him. Nothing was ever a surprise; he knew his place and all of her expectations so very well.
The bath quickly ended as she stood up and departed without his assistance. He grabbed her fluffy towel, wrapping her beautiful body in it as he proceeded to dry her off, this time not giving in to his desires to touch every inch. She stepped into her robe, hiding away her luscious skin from view. She dismissed him with a scathing look and worked on the rest of her preparations alone. “Boy, go into my bedroom and kneel by the bed. Do not move from that spot until I call for you.”
“Yes Mistress” was his only reply. He knew he had messed up and in the process lost the opportunity to pamper and dress her himself. He was kicking himself as made his way to her bed.
Allen knelt for what felt like an eternity, waiting to hear her lilting voice call for him and when it finally came, he sprang to his feet and like a flash was at the door of her boudoir. He stopped in his tracks, unable to move let alone think. She was stunning as she stood there in her deep amethyst colored gown, her hair in a perfect French twist with ringlets curling softly down her neck. He flushed when he saw the sweet diamond heart necklace he had purchased for her as her only jewelry, feeling giddy down to his toes that she loved him enough to wear it in front of so many of her friends. In her hands was a suit she had purchased for him and handed it to him. “Come inside and strip. This is the suit I want you to wear for tonight. Do not button the top two buttons.” He did as he was told, her eyes never leaving his body as his clothes fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. Before dressing he took the time to pick them up and fold them neatly, as had become his habit.
Mistress watched with intense pleasure as he obeyed her every word. His fine, muscled physique created a stir deep within her, but he would never know it. For her, it was all about control and she wouldn’t dream of giving him even a glimpse of what she did not wish him to see. She watched as his muscles rippled when he bent to pick up his clothes and as he put on the tight leather thong that went with the suit. After Allen had dressed, his Mistress handed him a small felt box. “Open it, baby boy.”
“Of course, Mistress” he replied as he took the box and opened it to find the most stunning pair of cufflinks he had ever seen. “Oh Mistress, they are beautiful!” he exclaimed as he rushed to put them on. He fumbled several times before she took each one from his grasp and expertly placed them for him. She tugged on his shirt and pulled his head down where she could brush her full lips against his.
“You are most welcome, baby boy. This is a very special day after all and I wanted you to look your best.” She smiled one of her brilliant smiles that took his breath away as he melted right in front of her, his heart brimming over with love and adoration for this exquisite woman in front of him.
The doorbell rang a soft silvery chime. “Oh! Our guests are arriving. Please go down and greet them, I will be along shortly.”
“Yes Mistress” he replied and off he went.
Several more guests arrived and were standing or sitting about the parlor, sipping wine and snacking on the sumptuous hors d'oeuvres presented to them by scantily clad serving boys when Mistress glided down the stairs to gasps of OOOoo and ahhhh. She strolled about the room greeting each person by name and thanking him or her personally for coming to this very special occasion. About 45 minutes into the evening, Mistress asked for everyone’s attention, realizing everyone invited was there. She asked them to have a seat anywhere comfortable as the ceremony was about to begin.
Allen was elated as he moved to the center of the room, the pianist and cellist playing a gorgeous arrangement of soft classical music written just for this moment. He watched as his beautiful Mistress joined him and took his hand. She didn’t have to say a word, he knelt in front of her, head bowed in respect and admiration for this woman. She lovingly placed her hand on his head, stroking his hair.
She addressed the guests seated in the room. "On this day, you, our friends and loved ones, have gathered to witness the unity of our love and the binding of our hearts together. We have chosen to share this with you to show the magnitude of our commitment to one another."
Mistress looked down at her boy, placing a finger under his chin and raising his head to look at her. "Allen, the day we met was a life changing event for me. I knew the moment I laid eyes on you, you would be mine. On this day I give you all that I have and all that I am - my heart. I pledge to be yours only, never to give this precious gift to another. I will guide you through our lives together, always honoring the trust you have placed in me and never willingly break it. You are a jewel, the brightest one I own, and you never cease to amaze me. I love you will all that I am." A tear dropped from her porcelain cheek and onto his.
Allen started up at his mistress, dumbfounded by this moment of vulnerability she was showing not only to him, but to all who were watching. He clasped his arms around her waist and buried his head into her tummy. After a few moments, he looked up at her. She cupped his head in her hands as he spoke.
"My darling Mistress, it is you that I love, and only you. On this day I willingly give you my complete submission. No one else may guide me as I trust totally in you. You have proven over and over again how much you love and care for me, not in words, which are so easy to say, but in actions. You complete me, make my heart full and whole. You bring my life utter joy and happiness and it is in you I have found the other half of my soul. I promise to put your needs above my own, to love you throughout all of lifes ups and downs. I am yours, and yours alone."
Mistress smiled down at Allen and placed the collar around his neck, both hearing the click of the lock which made him hers in so many very real and tangible ways, symbolic of their unity and love. She had tears in her eyes as she leaned down, kissing him soundly and completely. She whispered in his ear "you are mine and I am yours, now and forever"
The room began applauding, having felt privilidged to witness something so personal and special between the couple. Allen rose to his feet and the couple began circulating around the room, accepting congratulations for the beautiful moment. Guests began milling about enjoying the available food and drink, waiting for the next part of the night in anticipation.This is the point Allen was unclear on, and had a slight bit of apprehension about, but trusted his beautiful Mistress with all his might so waited until she called upon him.
End of Part 1
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