This shouts into the circular room with walls and flooring of solid Palo Santo, better known as Holy Wood. Upon the floor, there is etched an accurate representation of all the constellations surrounding the Earth. The entire space is scented with the sweetness of Myrrh, Frankincense, and Palo Santo oil. The room itself is dark, with the exception of eight handmade beeswax candles in the colors of two dark blue, two intense yellow, two shimmering silver, and two lavender ones. These are held within eight Holy Wood candelabrums adorning the walls to mark the points of the compass. Then at these exact points of the compass, there is upon the floor eight spherical metal half basins that are no bigger than a soup bowl. The Eight basins are a simplistic design crafted from one of the eight noble metals, the metals of ruthenium, rhodium, palladium, silver, osmium, iridium, platinum, and gold. It is whispered by some learned scholars that such metals possess properties useful to Neo Alchemistic science. And on this night the bowls are filled to the brim with purified spring water. Holy water; water that reflects the glowing of the full moon that shines through the glass domed ceiling that allows the sky to be a vision to feast upon when in the room. A spectacle indeed, a manifestation of a sacred place for it reeks of the power of mysticism and the surreal.
“Goddamn! Goddamn! Goddamn!” Is repeatedly shouted with it bouncing off the walls until it somehow brings a calming effect. But then just as suddenly there comes more anger with a screaming of, “Knocking, knocking on that door when I am making love to my wife. I will rip your heart out, whoever you are!” Arrives as unholy announce as a nude adult female completely drops from meditative trance to then raise her body off the floor before she is pacing toward the gothic style doorway. Upon doing so she thrust her left hand forward to unlatch the locks before swinging the door open to face whoever has the nerve to interrupt the lovemaking session.
“Pardon me, Mistress, pardon Sari.” Begs a kneeling young East Indian female dressed in a white t-shirt dress of cotton while humbly existing a few feet from the threshold of the open door.
“You worthless imp, you dare interfere in my pleasure. You deserve..” comes as the blond of five foot ten stares down at a trembling submissive woman who is often very childlike.
“I deserve punishment, Mistress. But I beg that you not for you requested to know if Master Mc Knyght sends anything.” Is a wrong response for interruption is not ever permitted but it seems allowed this time, so it continues, “You said all hours and under every circumstance, for he is sending you important books.”
“Uhm” is heard in an irritated ponderous tone after a long silence. In that silence, the blond woman realizes that no one is having a heart ripped out. Thus, the frustration of losing connection with Beauty is even more infuriating now that she cannot release the pent-up anger or her sexual arousal that should be dealt with in the sacred room.
“Uhm!” Comes in another growl from the woman of gray eyes as she reaches for the door before walking into the hallway that leads to a stairwell. She grips the latch in closing the door to the sacred sanctuary to then stride past the kneeling submissive. With doing so the beautiful platinum blond declares to the kneeling woman. “Take the books to the study-office. Set them on my desk. Bring green tea with a meal of passion fruit, a banana and the almonds that you shelled today. I require energy for reading for the casting of soul trance leaves me tired.”
During the following twenty minutes, the woman of gray eyes walks from the east wing tower of the house to make way for the bedroom on the second floor. It exists as a luxurious master bedroom within a modern mansion that seems built of ancient gray stone. Yet, it is not truly ancient but she is truthfully visibly tired striding down the steps to the second floor. Then coming to the landing she journeys to the west wing of the main house. Thus, a sigh slips from within as she nonchalantly enters her master bedroom before then unceremoniously wrapping her nude body in a black silk robe of oriental design. This brings another sigh that sounds disheartening. In doing that she turns to gaze out one of the two windows in the room while whispering. “One day, one day, I will know who you are. I will know in this lifetime, Beauty. I seek. I have done so all my life.”
Then with turning away from the window, a window that possesses a sight of a gleaming silver moon dying in the sky, there is assertively spoken, “The universe won’t allow us to tell each other in the soul trance dreams but I will find a way. I will have you as a mortal in this lifetime!”
This being said may be received as a ‘love note’ spoken, spoken to a woman who cannot hear it. Spoke to a woman that the platinum blond female has had dreams of during all of her life. It might be considered a loving notation to mark a need too. Yet, the truth is those ideas but it is more. In fact, in ways, it is a forewarning to the universe. It is a declaration that no power is stronger than this woman`s willpower. It is saying that bond that is part of this thirty-seven-year-old American woman of deep Jewish and Nordic history outweighs all things. So, with making these statements, to the energy that binds the universe, those gray eyes closes to then mentally beseech the universe to be allowed to hold her soulmate in this lifetime.
It is a room walled with bookshelves filled with countless books, endless bookshelves made of gray stone. It has scarlet colored velvet draperies that position at the junction of each new shelving unit that circles the room. These pull across to have the shelving clandestine when needed but most days these are parted to be tied with sashes of scarlet velvet ropes. Such is lovely and it notes her need of acquiring boundless varieties of knowledge that are ancient and modern, while she also collects music in various forms too.
Quite a room indeed, oh yes. Especially with its vaulted mirrored ceiling and twelve small modern crystal chandeliers. These illuminate everywhere to beam down before easily bouncing off the polished gray stone floor. A basic floor covered by three extra large handcrafted India rugs. These three multi-colored rugs, made of all shades of reds, do note that the room is a Scorpio`s space. Oh yes, our lady has the astrological sign of Scorpio. Indeed she is that. Thus, it’s a place of fiery passion with a small stone fireplace that comes adored by a Holy Wood mantel. This beautiful piece of stoneworking is surrounded by five well placed replicated Louis the XV furnishings that include three Bergere Provincial Fauteuil armchairs located in line on the east side of the hearth. To the west side of the ornate stone fireplace exists a similarly styled loveseat and in between these seats is a marquetry-bronze style coffee table. All of which rests upon one those India rugs. Hence a beautifully elegant tower room and it provides a hominess within luxurious comfort too.
Now, if that all is a bit wow, then the black Steinway Spirio, Model M Studio Grand piano to the soul side of the room, the west side is most certainly a welcome sight. Because it is merely a piano, a big ole piano; a pretty instrument of the musical soul with its lovely bench and the audio system that links to the recording studio in the basement. Next to this is a collection of modern and unusual concert violins that are perched on freestanding metal pedestals. A musicians room indeed, a room of intimate concerts and of her work, but a place where the soul soars above the heavens.
It shows that this woman exists here, that she loves this room and it`s sanctuary just as is the above secret room is too. All of it displays that she is a lady of intellectual pursuits, of intense soulful life and a woman birthed into a family of great wealth with its unassuming power. Hence this lady is a female of the music industry, an accomplished musician and a person who believes in dedicated work twenty-four hours of any day. Additionally, it must be noted that she is single with no progeny for her lifestyle wishes to hold no bonds to anything requiring care. At least no responsibly of children until she has her soul`s mate in her arms. Then when she has found that woman then this feminine lesbian of open life and BDSM may finally wish for a family. Maybe then her lifestyle may change.
But then again she has a family; it exists even outside her extended family of aunts, uncles, and cousins. No, she has no siblings for she is an only child but there are Sari, Samson, Isa, and Anu. These are her submissives that additionally serve as household staff. They serve whatever she requires whenever it is needed. However, Samson and Anu do not participate in sex with her for they are males. True, Sari and Isa do for they are specially selected females that are primarily housekeepers and sex slaves.
And it is that thought of needing one of them that this woman`s barely restrained horniness comes flowing stronger in her body. Oh yes, aroused, deeply so. She didn’t get to enjoy Beauty, at least not in the ways that she craved to do. Usually, during the soul trance dream, she does have at least one orgasm but most often it is more. Even then she always spends the following hour masturbating in the room while being surrounded by the sensations that are the connection with Beauty. Thus, one of the two female submissives must serve her growing sexual need, and they need do it soon too.
With a deep breath, the blond woman hears the footfalls of Sari. The twenty-something East Indian holds a humble stance within her walking into the room. She is lovely to watch for the younger woman exists as a perfect submissive that comes well trained but she is still so young in her soul and her actions. Yet, as Sari stands beside her Dominant she reverently voices, “Mistress, your meal is served. The book package is on the desk`s top. I am placing your food tray there as well.”
Then the young one waits while the lady of gray eyes walks toward the desk. Then with this woman coming to stand behind the glass desk, she sits upon the black leather swivel chair. As she does so Sari follows for she is holding the serving tray of fruit and tea that exist in white porcelain dishware. All of which is soon placed in an open space on the desk. This next allows Sari to meekly ask permission for what she knows is a sheer pleasure. Why is sexually serving a pleasure? Well, because for the past seven years Sari has slowly fallen in love with this woman who literally owns her. Hence, Sari is very aware of what is to be done. Therefore, she softly queries, ”May I please taste you? ”
Sari then continues her request by proofing that she understands what she did by interrupting the soul trance dream. “It is a sin to take you from Beauty. Please use me, use me to fill the needs. I am inadequate but I swear that I will give my best to you, my Mistress.”
Without a word or a need for a command, Sari falls to her knees before crawling under the desk to find a place in front of the legs of her Dominant. Then she waits as the woman of gray eyes opens the parcel. In doing so she finds a letter and begins reading aloud.
“To Quinn Asher. You requested these. You said that if I ever found them during my travels then you want them. I did find. They were in the company of a mutual spiritualist friend. As you know he passed away two weeks ago. I attended his funeral as did you but you didn’t wait for the estate settlement. These are the bequests that he demands that you keep until your death. He apologizes for not revealing that he was the one owning the things that you do so prize as a part of your book collection. But he thinks that you do understand why he had to. And the accompanying letter does explain.” Then the note ends with, “Delivered by your fellow Ascended Mystic, W. McKynght. Blessings to you, Beautiful.”
As it is read there is a reaching for the other document that is part of the parcel of a bequest. She reads it aloud after placing the other letter on the desk and as she does so Sari brushes against her legs in wanting to please her Mistress, yet Quinn only takes to reading. “Dearest Quinlan. The power that you desire is dangerous. Treat these as the most destructive element in existence. Opening either book will make your soul bound to them until your death. Do not open if you are not ready for a life of true spiritual service. Do not open if you can`t relent your very soul to love only the book and the Creator. Sincerely, Abe Hashanah, Chef Cleric of the Ascended Mystic.”
“Uhm!” is said in pondering the notes as Quinn`s ankles begin feeling Sari touching them. Once more Quinn is aware of how aroused her body is. Sexual need is within and her nudity waits under a mere silk robe. The fire is lessening but the craving has not. It grows more as she hears Sari breathing heavily within chanting, “Love is you, love is you. Love. Service is to only you. Service to you, service is you. Serving you.”
Next Quinn senses Sari`s warm palms tenderly holding her ankles while moving upward in worshipful motions as the chanting continues. Then as those hands come to the kneecaps Quinn looks down through the top of the glass desk to see a humble submissive beginning the ritual of orally pleasing her Dominant. This allows a solid purring hum to slip Quinn`s enticing red lips as she parts her own legs wide to allow full access. Then leaning back, against the chair, has her sexual energy fired higher with Quinn feeling the silk robe slipping from her legs to expose the hot well-shaven pussy that pulses in neediness. This brings the release of the notepaper in her hand as her arms spread wide in accepting that this is a spiritual moment. It is a sacred sexual moment between her and the servant at her feet. Therefore, it is respected and deeply felt.
“Love is you, love is you. Love. Service is to only you. Service to you, service is you. Serving you.”
And Sari`s hot breaths come to intensely play the smooth supple skin of Quinn’s pussy mound. It is followed by Sari`s lips tenderly kissing in devotion to allow her nose to take in the scent of her Domme`s arousal. It is breathing that has nostrils flare wide and breaths panting while Sari`s heart nearly pounds from her chest. Aroused, oh yes, Sari is and the wetness between her own thighs is wild in its heat. Hot, hellish heat that rips through her body bringing whimpers and this is accompanied by similar swimming from Quinn for the anticipation is intensely immense. Immense as she receives the service that she so needs.
“Slow, go slow.” Demand Quinn in near breathlessness as she continues to command, “Tease me nicely, Pet, do go slow. Please me with teasing until..”
The words catch in Quinn`s throat for Sari is more than happy to bring the play. Thus, her eager lips move to kiss tiny pieces of lust into Quinn`s skin. These kisses go down, down over the smooth flesh with worshipful pleasing. Pleasuring while playing on the outer rim of Quinn`s vaginal folds while ‘love’ is chanted.
Love it might be for Sari but with each new teasing kiss, the intensity grows to create Quinn to go wild with arousal. The building upon the already powerful sexual craving causes a seductive growling as her hands grip the edge of the glass desk. But then in midst of bliss Sari suddenly hesitates to then have the submissive breathing hot air over the entire beauty of Quinn`s pussy. This sends Quinn into overload with eyes rolling in closing and her teeth clenching in holding back an intense scream of orgasmic neediness.
She is on the borderline of being out of control but still, all is controlled and must be for she is a woman of control. This has to be for there is the requirement to push lust even higher. Hence, Quinn`s thighs tremble of the sensations that pour into her. This encourages Sari to continue due to her need to please. Even within that Sari secretly wishes to outdo her last session with her Mistress. Consequently, Sari plays a passionate succulent kiss to the very center of her Mistress`s moist fleshy folds. This spurs an impassioned lioness moan to erupt from Quinn that is followed by rumbling purring. Then in steamy breaths, Quinn makes an attempt to cool off from the growing fire. A fiery horny heat that is slowly consuming her but it can't be that until Quinn somehow can block out that Sari is pleasing her. There must be a mental blocking of it for Quinn wants it to be Beauty and not be a submissive Pet that sexually pleases her. But Quinn`s mind struggles in the bouncing between the reality of life and her true wishes, but in ways, her yearnings win. They do for she is a woman of high sexual appetite thus carnal pleasure must exist no matter of her heart’s wishes.
So as Sari’s tongue penetrates the depth of the moist canal the heat splashes out with the two sets of lips being drenched in the pleasure. Eating, devouring, sucking, and simply getting lost in the pursuit of pleasing has Sari gripping the arms the swivel chair. Her knuckles of white are seen and the fury of a submissive`s love possesses Sari. Her tongue joins the fray to mix with hot breaths and the scent of creaminess as her lips lay plunder in pushing out what is hoped to be an orgasm from her Mistress.
The next twenty or more minutes is intense with this. Quinn struggles to not want but she knows that her high sex drive demands pleasure. Hence, she must have it or it affects her music, her work in the family business, and her daily life. Yes indeed, a very sexual woman with the kinkiest needs and the lifestyle to prove it. And proving is what she is currently doing as the first orgasm screams from with her as she longs to be feeling that woman from soul trance dreams. But it isn`t Beauty and that is a sadness. Yet, she no longer can control the release or the feelings that filled her body. So, it`s creamy cum squirting into Sari`s eager mouth.
The natural high of the sensations brings peace, and euphoria mixed with a constant craving for more. So, it is not shocking to hear, “Don’t dare stop, slut. Don’t dare stop! More, more, serve me! My slut serves my needs. Feast on my pussy. Fuck me! More, tongue fuck me, use your teeth to bite me!” is growled in harsh demand and as Sari sinks her teeth into the softness of the pussy folds Quinn screams like a horny banshee.
And onward it goes for three more orgasms until Quinn is satiated by Sari. This makes a tired submissive but there is not a happier one, not ever. She has served, she even pleased and she cares not about anything more than doing that for Quinn at any moment in life. So within a warmth of caring Quinn reaches down between her thighs to stroke Sari`s long black hair in saying, “I care for you. You are my most treasured pleasure, a need and my prime submissive. Prized above all. Thank you, now go bathe and sleep. You have served and adored.”