The boy on the Beach and The Mark by Lady Crissy

The Boy on the Beach - The Lady's Story

She alights from the dance in the sky to land on the warm sands of the Dominion beach, a vision in black leather of dark desires and control. Noticing the sun setting over the water, She takes a moment to appreciate this very peaceful time at the sim.

She looks over at Her boy, kneeling where She left him yesterday, no doubt asleep at the computer again after logging on tonight and chuckles. Shaking her head, she makes a mental note to have him enable RLV so that she can keep her boy from littering up the place.  Either that or a nice cage... Hmm..  a thought to work on.

Smiling, She walks over to him and stands behind Her sleepy boy, looking down at him kneeling at her feet.   She looks him over slowly, noticing he's still wearing the suit he put on to present at International Women's Day. Too bad he missed it due to his crappy internet.   She remembered last  night after the event when he knelt in this spot and told her the story he wrote for the event while She listened.

  Leather covered gloves slide around his neck, fingers deftly undoing his tie and the top buttons of his shirt, sliding fingers inside to caress his chest under the fabric.  Leaning down and pressing close to his back, She presses her lips to his neck firmly, tasting Her boys skin as her fingers work the rest of the buttons on his shirt and she slowly pulls the shirt and jacket together back and over his shoulders so that his arms are secured behind his back.

With a small smile, she continues to kiss Her boys neck, her firm red lips leaving dark red smears of lipstick, then sinks her teeth into his flesh, the feel of the skin filling her mouth almost erotic as she marks his neck.  Closing her eyes, she can almost feel him stir at his computer in his sleep, the cock between his legs that She controls swelling as his Lady takes what his Hers.  Relenting just in time not to draw blood, She releases his neck, and looks down at the beautiful gift of Her attention that he will have to enjoy when he awakes.  She runs her fingers over the mark gently and then kisses it softly.

 Leaning to his ear, the boys Lady whispers, just barely audible above the waves off the beach.  "Sweet dreams, Mine, and next time... try Skype first,"  She laughs softly and stands, smoothing her skirt before disappearing into the air, musing at when her boy will awake and find out what he has missed.



The Mark - The boy's response

As he stirs from his dream he hears the ocean lapping at the beach. Sound always the first thing to come back and the last to go. But this dream was like no other -  it was so real, so vivid.

He opens his eyes slowly, the light bright and burning his sensitive steely blue eyes. An ache, but not in his head - no this is something different, the side. He reaches up and dusts the sand away from his hand and touches the side of his neck. The sore spot. He rubs gently and teases the mark with his finger tip.

So it was true. She had been here and had come to him in a dream to take what was rightfully Hers. He is, or was he always aroused?  She has this starnge effect on him. She knows what he needs before he does. She can anticipate him, out think him, yet always know what is best for him. He adores Her for it
 
He gets to his feet slowly, still touching the mark on his neck - her mark. He feels so proud to wear this mark. He wants to tell everybody, to show the world that he is owned by such a beautiful Lady.

He wanders around the beach hoping to see Her.  There are  no foot prints in the sand, no clue that she has ever been there, this magical Lady.  How is this possible? He goes back to the house, must have been a dream, must have he says to himself - then he remebers the mark....