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 A Sirens Song of Love This story contains sexual situations that should not
be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do so or who would be
offended if they did.  This story is copyright Amanda 2003 (C) please do
not reproduce this work without my prior approval as it is close to my
heart.



  
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   My dearest Ellorine,

   How lovely it is as the nights grow longer and the days colder to
imagine you curled up at my feet, your hair caressing me as your head moves
so you can lick my toes through my open toed sandals.

   It has been a long day and I have looked forward to being here with you,
coming home to a warm house with candlelight playing on the walls.  I walk
into the lounge, the cares of the day vanishing as a breeze as I see you
kneeling on the rug by the fire, your modesty covered only by a soft pink
see through chiffon nightie and silky panties, a look of love shining in
your eye.  I greet you with a smile that has been absent since I left you
in our bed, still glowing from our mornings lovemaking.  As I approach your
lip quivers in anticipation, your eyes demurely cast down fixed upon my
feet.  I stand before you and move a stray lock of hair from your forehead
then trace the outline of your cheeks with my deep red nails before lifting
your chin.  Our eyes meet and you allow yourself a small smile that touches
my heart and pussy in equal measure.

   I bid you to stand and of course you obey our eyes locked together
saying more than words ever can.  I bend my head and our lips meet, just a
light brushing of lipstick on lipstick.  The tip of your tongue runs along
my top lip as you taste me, my hand slipping softly under the hem of your
nightdress caressing your buttocks through the silky pink panties I bought
for you to show my love and which you wear in the same spirit.

   You are more bold than usual your tongue searching my mouth your hand
stroking the back of my neck freeing the tensions of the day.  You remove
the jacket of my suit, it slides easily off swishing slightly against my
silky blouse as it falls unregarded to the floor.  I take your hand and we
sit together on the sofa a glass of red wine awaits me, poured by you
before I arrived, anticipating my needs as always.  You ask about my day,
but I want to forget the drudge, my life exists only here with you, your
mistress and lover.

   Form the kitchen a bell chimes and you ask permission to leave to finish
preparing dinner.  With a kiss I release you and watch as you walk with
swaying hips out of the room, seeming to take some of the light with you.

   I sit and sip my wine until you call me to the dining room.  I stand and
join you at table, lit with 2 large candles, their light flickering in your
eyes as you wait for me to sit.  You join me sitting opposite waiting for
me to begin so that you too may eat.  I compliment you on the exquisite
food which we consume in silence our hands touch only once as we both reach
for the salt, which naturally you allow me to use first demurring to me in
this as in everything.

   At the end of the meal with an impish grin you ask if I would like
desert.  I raise my eyebrow quizzically; for we never have desert.  You
take this as assent and fetch a silver tray from the sideboard and kneel
beside me as you hold it out for my inspection, trembling slightly at your
own audacity and anticipation.  You needn't have worried I was delighted as
I saw your black studded collar and silver chain, the tag that declared
that you were owned by me glinting in the light of the candles.

   I remember the first time you wore it, that night I took you to the
club, me in my latex cat suit and you in crotchless panties and peephole
bra.  I lead you through the throng of women both domme and sub admiring
you, complimenting me for my taste.  You were like a little kitten who had
strayed too far from its mother and couldn't find her way home, flinching
as the dommes touched your bare flesh.  I turned down all requests to
borrow you, even for a dance, you were mine and I wanted everyone to know
it.  We danced together in the centre of the stage, our bodies entwining in
time to the music.  Every eye was upon us, everyone wanting to be us, a
couple in love and bondage.

   I pick up the collar and fasten it around your throat, it's solid
blackness in complete contrast to your milky flesh and soft nightdress.  I
click the leach into place and stand and without a word lead you out of the
dining room and up the stairs.

   In our room I disrobe, here with just us I do not need leather or latex
to demonstrate my dominion of you, it is acknowledged by your submission to
my will.  At my command you climb on the bed, kneeling and facing the bed
head.  Meekly you offer up your wrists to the cuffs that bind you to the
bed as securely as your love binds you to me.  I pull down your panties and
take a few moments to stroke your buttocks before inserting one end of the
double dildo into my dripping pussy.

   Gently at first I enter you, always amazed at the amount you can take,
then as we respond, I up the tempo, my nails scraping your back through the
sheer chiffon as your moans rise.  Tonight I let you cum for you have
pleased me, as you always do, but tonight is special and I will not deny
you the release I so desperately need myself.

   Finally we are both sated and you sag forward, held up only by the cuffs
at your wrists.  I withdraw and watch a droplet of your juices run down the
inside of your firm young thigh.  I reach out and catch it on the tip of my
finger which I offer to your lips.

   I release your bonds and you fall into the pillows exhausted, too
drained even to fall sideways so your buttocks still protrude, I consider
the leather tawse or the hair brush but decide now is not the right time to
inflame that delicious flesh.  I join you on the bed and roll you into me,
those perfect buttocks nestled against my still quivering pussy.  I wrap my
arms around you holding you as tight as any bondage I could devise, my
hands cupping your breasts and we sleep together unmoving until dawns light
brings forth a new day, a day to share with you.