First Life Meeting

Submitted anonymously by a Domme of the Dominion

The airport was busy, her eyes scanned the crowds almost as if she didn't see them. Her plane had touched down just half an hour ago and suprisingly, she'd found her luggage quickly and had time to refresh herself from the flight already. For a brief instant, a flash of panic hit her, asking herself "why did they agree to this?", but then she remembered, the long nights together, sharing a space of their own where noone could interfere and now, she was desperate for the scent of him, to hold something tangible in her arms. When he'd said he felt the same way, there was no hiding from it, it had taken them years to acknowledge this and finally that moment was arriving fast. Taking another sip from her coffee cup, she listened as the loud speaker announced the imminent arrival of his plane, 5 more minutes. Taking a deep breath, she finished the coffee, a quick glance into a tiny mirror making sure he hair was in place, her make up not smugdged and one last lingering look at her boots, a smile forming on her lips as she did so.

As she began to make her way to the agreed meeting point, she wondered, would he remember and do what she had asked of him, she was almost certain he would, but for once the tiniest of doubt crept into her. They'd exchanged photos a couple of years previous, and then a few more since, but even now she wasn't sure who she was looking for. Watching each man step past her, eyeing the appearance, the smart business men with shiny shoes, clutching battered briefcases to the scruffiest teen, hair in disarry, sporting the obligatory ripped jeans and shade of black Tshirt. Her eyes settled suddenly on a bouquet of red roses, looking a little worse for wear but still, they were her clue, taking a moment to compose herself, she finally met his eyes, stepping forward a little, making the first move towards him. There was for a moment an almost awkward silence, something that hadn't transpired between them at all in their usual world, holding her breath a moment she just stood waiting.. He looked at her, she watched his face as that moment of recognition kicked in and he realised what she wanted of him, at first he laughed, shaking his head and holding out the flowers to her. She refused to take them, trying to keep her face expressionless even as her body shook with mirth, she knew now he would do it and when he did, it would mean something deep to both of them. Awkwardly he glanced around him, a dusting of blush on his cheeks, she just nodded, holding her head high and keeping her eyes firmly on him. She didn't wait long, she could almost see him shaking as he dropped to his knees before her, his arms finding their way around her thighs, the flowers discarded for now by his feet, she watched his eyes close as her hand naturally found it's way into his hair as if they had done this a thousand times before, but hadn't they..

She just uttered the words "Greetings, my boy", letting him remain at her feet for a few minutes, drowning in the feelings brought out that this was finally real, feeling his hair slip through her fingers the way she always imagined it would. For those moments, they were lost again in their world, the noise of the crowd dispersed, even ignoring the odd looks some people were giving them, what did they know, why should she care, for now, it was just him and her, keeping to a ritual that over the years had come to mean so much.