Friday, September 21, 2012


~Chapter 79~

Bacon sizzling…check!
Coffee brewing…check!
English muffins toasting…check!
Scrambled eggs scrambling…check!

And most importantly, Edward still sleeping…check! It’s been ridiculously difficult to surprise him with breakfast in bed, and I vow not to let this chance slip away.

Between slicing cantaloupe and rinsing berries, I sneak a peek at my laptop. As usual, Kitkat is first and entertaining as ever.

[Comment on your Journal] Entry 8: Chat
Aw princess...I think I'd be worried if you did enjoy that 'kiss'.  Pushing boundaries is a must, but I would LOVE to see what your Master thought of that kiss.  Did he enjoy imagining his little subbie taking another man's breath into her lungs?  Did the thought of you worshiping another man's tongue get him hot and bothered?  I guess it might have been a learning experience for him as well. And seriously sweet with that last line, p.  You giant suck up. :) kk
kk- HA! Me? A suck-up? I guess I’d agree with you if I didn’t actually mean what I wrote! Master loved the kiss, until I didn’t. Hot and bothered? Always! x ~yp
My sweet sister in submission is still with me, I’m pleased to see, and I eagerly open His kitten’s comment:

'I’m guessing I’ll always have this “good girl” element ….'  This is way more true than you think. 'Coming Out' as a sub is a very scary thing. There are those that are BORN to be a sub and are just waiting to tell the world. But there are those of us that have that 'good girl' in them, always wary of what others will think. You will see over time that it gets easier to let the 'good girl' go, but never completely.

Being in an on-line world makes it easier to lose ALL your inhibition as those people CANNOT see you in person, so you may feel more comfortable doing more. I can only guess that the intimacy level of an open-mouthed kiss with another man may have been what freaked you out the most. My Master has never shared me on-line or in person, as I DO NOT want that and neither does He. I have no desire to share that kind of intimacy with anyone other than my Master. But that's just my opinion. 

But as always, Master was there for you and made sure that when you reached your limit He came in stopped it. Just as you did, you must ALWAYS tell Him. Yes, you are there because you want to serve Him, but you own Him just as much. He lives to make sure that your needs and desires are taken care of as well.

Trust in Him, as I love to say!

His kitten

kitten- So sharing isn’t always caring? I get it, I get it. To each, our own. And who the heck knows where Master and I will end up? I do trust him, and that is the most important factor in any and every scene.
The ‘good girl’ syndrome confuses me sometimes! I’m so used to ‘being good’ equaling doing what is expected and makes others proud, but now, it feels like ‘being good’ means pleasing my Master. Is it possible that being “bad” is really being good after all? *head spinning* Your insights are most welcome and appreciated, as ever. X ~yp
And this morning, there’s a new voice on the scene, from her signature, one who is curious about the lifestyle but not living it herself. I click open the new comment with trepidation, but soon I see I have a new ally.
Dear Princess,
I see that Master has taken you on yet another step in your adventure!

How very wise you are in using the puppy analogy, because that, my dear princess, is exactly what you are. Just like that pup will get yanked back by the leash when he tries to go too far, so will the sting of your Master's leash yank on you when he feels it necessary.

Your Master is nothing short of brilliant, having used the chat room to give you a taste of what a public scene would feel like without actually scening in public… who wouldn't enjoy something so utterly delicious? How I would have enjoyed being part of the audience that night! Your anonymity was a key factor and although you say you would never want anything like that in real life, you were able to participate in something that was beyond your comfort zone. Embrace the hussy that was in the chat room, my dear princess, for she is simply a bolder part of yourself!

I wish nothing but the best for you and your Master, and I will continue to follow you on your journey.

Curious- Thx for the support and well wishes! Who knows, maybe one day you WILL be in that room with us? As for my “comfort zone”…well, that seems to be a moving target these days. Love your motto- ‘Embrace the hussy’- words to live by if ever I’ve heard them! Stick around but fasten your seat belt. This journey is a wild ride! x ~yp

The toaster pops and I add the muffins to the waiting wicker tray loaded with juice coffee, silverware, and salt and pepper. Figuring I’ll make this a little more interesting, I untie my robe and toss it over the couch before delivering the tray to Edward’s bed.

“G’morning, sunshine.”

Isabella’s voice in the doorway breaks through my morning fog and I force one eye open.

“Morning.” Holy smokes, what a sight! “Hey, what’s going on?”

“I thought I’d finally surprise you with breakfast in bed.”

“Wow! Naked girl and hot food…two of my very favorite things! Wait a second, did you cook this all in the nude?”

She smirks. “You are most welcome to think that if it makes it more fun for you.”

I sit up and make room for her to join me on the opposite side of the tray. “It’s already plenty fun. I was just curious.”

“I hope this is all okay?”

“Okay? It’s a minor miracle! Crispy bacon, hot coffee with just a drop of milk, scrambled eggs well done, English muffin toasted to perfection, and oh, can you pass the grape jelly?”

“You like grape jelly now?”

“Sure. How am I gonna make green eggs without it?”


God, how I love to surprise her. “Isabella, do you not think I can evolve?”

She slides me the jar of jelly with an amused grin. “So, Mr. Evolution, what’s our timing today?”

“After I properly thank you for breakfast…you have the day to yourself. I need you showered, dressed and ready to go by six.”

She lifts an eyebrow at the ‘ready to go’ part but knows better than to fish for details. If she had any idea she’d be meeting my mentor and possibly hers, she’d be sick with worry all day.

“Okay. That leaves me plenty of time for a mani-pedi. Now that the difficult maintenance is taken care of…” she starts, shooting me that look of amused annoyance, “I need to get on that easy stuff.”

“Heading back to the Four Seasons?” I ask, bringing a bite of my egg sandwich to my face.

“Uh, no, thank you very much. I’ll be visiting Queen Nails and zoning out while the four sisters and five brothers who own the place talk and laugh amongst themselves in Vietnamese, most likely about the customers.”

“Sounds relaxing.”

“It’s awesome, actually.” She picks up her bacon and gnaws off the end. “Ever had a pedicure?”


“Want one?”

“Never thought much about it before.”

 Her eyes twinkle and she suggests, “Come with me.”

“I don’t want one of the brothers,” I answer immediately.

She smiles around the piece of meat in her mouth. “You can have my regular girl—Wei. She’s very cute; you’ll like her.”

“I have to admit, that sounds enticing. But wait, are you gonna have one of the brothers?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s just feet.”

I suppose if she had some kind of foot worship fetish I might be concerned, but to Isabella, there is nothing even mildly sexual about that part of her body, or mine, for that matter. Not without the psychological piece that Master overlays, anyway.

“You sure you don’t mind if I invade your moment? You know I’ve got you from six p.m. till three tomorrow.”

“Hmmm. Let’s see. Can I bear to spend an hour in a massage chair next to my gorgeous hunk of boyfriend while we both get our feet buffed and massaged and polished?”

“Whoa! I am not getting polish.”

She halts the coffee on the way to her mouth and bursts out laughing. “Did you want me to snort this all over the sheets?”

“Ah…a snorj.”

“Cut. It. Out.” She manages to set down the cup before shaking the entire bed with her giggles.

Naked giggling girl. Happy, filled belly. Morning wood standing at attention, patiently waiting to be called into service. I pick up the tray and move it to the nightstand so I can pounce on my girlfriend. She howls in surprise and giggles even harder.

“I came over to say thank you for breakfast,” I tell her, nuzzling my nose behind her ear. Kissing her is clearly out of the question until she can draw oxygen again.

“You’re welcome,” she gasps, “but stop… tickling… my neck. I can’t…breathe!”

“Is this better?” I move my mouth to her jiggly tit and grab a nipple between my lips.

“Nnnngh,” she responds, her breathing shifting instantly.

“How about this?” My hand takes in the other, stroking her with my thumb.


I kiss my way down her belly to the tender bikini line. “What if I do…this?” An experiment, a whisper soft kiss above her bare lips.

Isabella tenses for a moment, expecting discomfort, but sinks into the mattress with relief. She nods.

I slide my body down the bed and wriggle in between her legs. I’m rock hard against the bed and the friction feels damn good.

I kiss lower. She smiles. Lower. Smile. Lower.

Isabella is done playing. She wraps her arms around my neck and pins me to her body, basically letting me know I’m not leaving until this job is done.

I nuzzle her gently with my mouth and nose, inhaling her musk and taking great pleasure in skimming my face across her smooth skin. “Mmm, fuck, you feel so good like this.”

My tongue slides between her bare lips.

“Yesss,” she hisses urgently.

I lick gently at first. The feedback is most definitely positive. Isabella opens her legs and begs, “Please, Edward!” and I am hers.

No longer holding back, I nibble along the outside and probe deep inside her with my tongue. Her juices mix with mine, and soon, she’s one slippery slosh of need. I flatten my tongue against her clit and she gasps and tenses her thighs and tightens her fist around my hair.

This one’s gonna be painful for me.

I press and hum and lap at her in a tiny line and her breathing stutters and she yanks harder. I pick up her rhythm with my hips and straddle one of her legs, rutting against her silky skin as we rock together.

“Ohgod ohgod that feels so good!” she squeals. Her breathing picks up and her entire focus is the tiny bud of nerves under my tongue.

Suckle, lap, press.


My own head is getting fuzzy with her pleasure and her taste on my tongue and the pressure against her leg all swimming together.

“Please, please, please!” she implores me, flexing her hips off the bed and holding my head against her with every ounce of strength she can muster.

Lick. Nibble.

And then she sings—that sweet high pitch she sings just for me, the one that tells me she’s on her way. I slip two fingers inside and cover her with my hot mouth, letting her feel me everywhere, and with a violent shudder, she falls off the edge of the cliff, bringing me with her.

I drop my head onto her thigh as we both pant and sigh. I barely notice the sting of my scalp until she loosens her grip with a giggle. “Shit! Sorry! I guess I needed something to hold on to.”

I scrub my fingers over my scalp. “Maybe we should attach some handlebars to the headboard.”

She laughs and suggests, “Or we could keep a couple stress balls under the bed.”

I lift myself up and crawl up to her happy face. “Mind if I kiss you?”


So I do.

Jesus! Ouch! Shit! You didn’t tell me about this part!” Edward sputters, looking as betrayed as I felt when he checked us in for my waxing.

“Shhhh! Here, squeeze my hand or something.”

He ignores me, lost in his personal agony.

“Where do these people train anyway? Some kind of secret military installation? That’s it!” he rambles maniacally. “Deep beneath the streets of New York City, there is a secret compound where the most sadistic citizens of Vietnam are locked away and taught the most invasive torture techniques. They’re not allowed to leave,” he guts out as if his life depends on finishing the fantasy, “until they…yow!...extract a liter of…ouch!...nail crud… yikes, woman!

His eyes are wild and he pinches them together every few seconds while Wei holds tightly to his squirming foot attempting to scrape out thirty-four years of accumulation from under his nails. She clearly wishes to be anywhere but here, not fully understanding Edward’s crazy mumbling but reading his body language without any chance of misinterpretation.

Poor Edward, he grips the arm of his massage chair so tightly his knuckles are white. “And there’s a goddamn prize…for the one...seriously?...who draws the most blood!”

“Aww don, Meestah Edwuh.” Wei looks nearly as relieved as Edward, who throws his head back in the chair with a deep exhale and closes his eyes. His back undulates unnaturally with the motion of the massage rollers beneath him. I reach my hand tentatively to cover his and he opens one eye and focuses it in my direction.

“I thought you said this would be fun,” he accuses.

“The fun part’s coming up.” I smile.

“Can’t fucking wait.” He throws his head back dramatically and I stifle a giggle.

“I ex-foh-lee-ate now?” Wei asks cautiously, a scoop of honey sea salt waiting in her palm.

Edward looks down his nose at the petrified woman by his feet and manages a soft smile. “Sure.” I know all is forgiven when she starts scrubbing and Edward sighs long and low and flips his hand over on the arm of the chair and interlocks his fingers with mine.

“Feels good, right?”

Edward turns his head and, out of the clear blue sky, says, “I want to take you to a warm, sunny island in the middle of nowhere and spend all day cherishing every inch of your body and your sexy brain. I’ve cleared the third week in February with Jessica. What do you say?”

He’s already cleared it with Jessica? Wow. I don’t have much on my social calendar that doesn’t involve pleasing my Master, so it seems all systems are go. Except…

“You have to let me split the cost with you.”

“Done.” He answered too quickly. And soon enough, I hear the catch. “But I’m not telling you where we’re going. You have a valid passport, I assume?”

His eyebrows challenge me, but we both know my answer. “Fine, and of course.”

He smiles for the first time since Wei started working him over and lifts his beautiful, happy face to the ceiling.

Wei finishes him off with a foot massage and he sits next to me quite agreeably while I have my toes painted.

“You’re in that hammock again, aren’t you?” I mumble into his ear.

“Yep,” he answers, not moving his head. “And guess who’s on top of me.”

“Are you sure I can’t convince you to have a manicure with me?”

“You know, I think I’m good,” he answers swiftly.

“Have we finally uncovered one of your hard limits?” I tease.

“Yes. Subdermal torture with sharply honed implements, definite hard limit for me!”

Just as Mae is finishing the top coat, Edward asks, “So what’s next? Hair extensions?”

“Your feet are soooo soft.”

She regards me over her laptop from the other end of the couch. “I can’t think while you’re touching me like that,” she accuses.


Roll of the eyes. “So, that’s not fair. You know I want to finish this journal entry before we go into our next scene.”

“Fine.” I set her foot down gently in my lap and concentrate on the playoff game. Trying to keep my mind off the upcoming scene hasn’t been easy.

She burrows her foot between my legs and when I look over, she smiles.

“Now who’s not being fair?” I grumble.

“Almost finished.”

I make a big show of clasping my fingers together behind my neck and refocusing on the game. Go ahead, baby. Draw your warmth from me, even tease me a little bit. I’ll be your sandbox any day.

“Done!” she announces brightly, turning the laptop screen my direction. “Here. You don’t have to read on your Blackberry.”

“You gonna watch me read?” Speaking of evolution.

She smiles. “You might have questions.”

“You’re awesome, you know that?”


“Bossy,” I grin, loving every second of her boldness, and turn my attention to her latest entry.

~ / ~

SILENCE/Journal Entry Nine
January 20, 2012
Master's assignment: Write about the imposed silence

Oh, Master, however did you know? In demanding my silence, you offered me the most perfect gift—an escape from turning our reunion into an interview, a dull retelling of facts.

I must admit (because I’m a damn open book for you) that when I received your instructions, I couldn’t imagine not sharing every morsel of the last few days with you. How strange to be so thoroughly gagged without the gag (thanks for that, by the way—I don’t think hotel management would’ve appreciated that little display). Sorry for being such a wobbly, teary mess. I guess I’d been holding an awful lot in without realizing it: pressure over getting the account, being away from you, and then just the most intense anticipation ever about how it would feel to be back in your orbit, to feel your strong arms close around me. Not being able to speak, I guess my only choice was to express myself on a subatomic level…and BLAM-O! Tears!

But then you held me until I calmed (finally) and I realized that we had just told each other everything there was to know in the most profound way.

Here’s my thought, Master, and I have to admit, it’s scary: With your emotional IQ off the charts, do I even need to speak at all? And if not as your submissive, as your girlfriend? *shivers*

Grateful as ever for your uncanny intuition-
~your princess

~ / ~

“Please tell me that’s rhetorical.”

She opens her mouth to answer but closes it again and shrugs. Oh, fuck no.

“You’re too far away from me. C’mere.” I move her computer to the coffee table and pull her into my lap. She hides her face in my shirt, leaving me to address the top of her head.

“You were on the right track. I took away what you most likely would’ve experienced as the obligation to speak, not so much your freedom. You and I both know that words are kind of our thing. Whether I’m working you into a certain head space with some especially dirty or humiliating language…”

She groans into my chest and I pause to kiss the top of her head before continuing my sentence.

“…Or whether you’re using your words to yield and beg for more—” I have to chuckle at her embarrassed whimper. “Or whether you’re writing porn, for me or for the world. So please trust me when I tell you, I don’t take away your voice lightly. And believe me, there were girls, submissives, I couldn’t muzzle fast enough.”

Isabella looks up with a combination of horror and amusement as my memories of brassy, whiny voices bring on a shudder. “True story. But I’ve never once felt that way about you.”

“Good to know,” she replies.

“After four days apart, I needed to meet you soul to soul, and words would’ve brought the mundane between us. Does that make sense?”

“Yes,” she reflects quietly. “Perfect sense.”

“As your Master, I’m usually pretty accurate anticipating your needs, but hearing from you directly is always going to be very important. Isabella, I appreciate the compliment, but I can’t read your mind.”

Her eyes have gone watery and my stomach flips over.

“So please, don’t ever believe that the silence is about me not wanting to hear you.”

Cue the slow roll of tears down both cheeks.

“Okay,” she finally says, letting a small smile peek through.

“And by the way, as your boyfriend, I assure you I would be completely lost without your voice and your ideas and even your occasionally bossy orders. I mean, who else is gonna call me out for making up words?”

Edward tips my chin up and kisses me so sweetly that every last drop of apprehension slips away. His tongue slides between my lips and reassures me with every delicious pass. When I’m feeling better, I pull back and nestle my face into his neck while he holds me.

I must nod off for a bit because when I feel his chest vibrate with, “You know how much I love you, right?” I open my eyes to find that the room is no longer bathed in the warm sun coming through the windows, but the dim light of dusk.

I hate that I make him worry all the time that I can’t handle things, but at the same time, I know he’d hate it if I tried to hide my feelings. Plus, that absolutely never works with him.

“Yes,” I answer his blazing green eyes. “And you know how insanely happy I am, right?”

“Good,” he nods. “So, it’s five o’clock, and I’m about ready to collar you.”

Those words never fail to send a shiver down my spine.

But,” he adds hastily, “before I do, I need to make sure that you’re feeling up to something…fairly intense tonight.”

Lost in his eyes and his warmth and his excitement for whatever this “intense” thing is going to be, I answer truthfully, “Yes. I’m feeling completely healed. I think all that loving after-care really paid off.”

He smiles. “Well that’s good to know, but I was referring to mental kink intensity.”

He’s watching me so closely, measuring. Always measuring.

And he has me so intrigued and so…wet. Just like that. Luckily, there is a shower in my near future.

“I’m ready for anything.” Eager. Attentive. Dedicated.

He stares me down a couple more unnerving minutes then must decide I pass muster. “Take a walk with me,” he says mysteriously, lifting me off his lap and weaving his fingers with mine. My heart is beating hard, the fact that he’s warned me only makes it that much more enticing.

I somehow manage to walk down the hall next to him, and he only pauses for a second before crossing the threshold to my room. I’m pleased he didn’t ask permission. He draws me over by the closet and lets go of my hand. “Mind if I rifle through your clothes a bit?”

“Have at it,” I allow, curious as hell.

He starts at my skirts. He shuffles hangers with the scrutiny of a Bloomingdale’s personal shopper. The moment he lands on my black leather mini, his eyes widen and he hands it out to me.

“This…” he says, returning to the clothes, eyeing the top rack now. “No, no…maybe…no, oh hell yeah.” He pulls out a cream-colored silk blouse, long-sleeved and not particularly revealing. More like what I would call a classy choice. “Hold this, please.”

He crouches down and assesses one pair of shoes after the next, and I work hard to make my mind a blank. Despite my best efforts, I find myself willing him not to make me wear those hideous elf spikes tonight, especially not in public. Shame on you, Bella. How is this being “ready for anything”?

“Here we go!” he exclaims happily, pulling out my black leather boots with the four-inch heels. I send up a silent tribute to the subbie god for tossing me a bone.

“You are going to look so hot in this tonight.”

Edward is some hybrid right now of himself and Master, and he is way excited. It’s completely infectious, while at the same time, absolutely terrifying. I pacify myself with long, deep breaths and continual reminders. I trust him. He loves me. I trust him.

“Show me what earrings you’d normally wear with this.” He pulls the clothes from my hands and lays them out on the bed, waiting there while I walk over to my jewelry drawer.

“Something like this?” I present him with a pair of cultured pearls set in yellow gold.

He shakes his head no. “Think bigger.”

Bigger. Forget pearls then…something gold…I scan the drawer until my eyes land on a pair of large costume gold hoops I haven’t worn in years. He’ll love them. I pluck them out of the velvet organizer and hold them up to my ear lobes. Edward’s eyes light up like the Fourth of July sky. I love that he is so damn easy.

“Bingo.” He walks over to me and gives me a highly enthusiastic kiss on the lips. “Okay, hop in the shower. When you’re finished, everything else you need will be laid out on the bed. Oh, where’s your bracelet?”

He holds out his hand, palm up, and there’s not a shadow of a doubt which bracelet he’s talking about. I lift it from the place of honor in the drawer and set it into his hand. “Better hurry, it’s already 5:15 and I know you want to look your best for me tonight.”


Well, fuck me running.

Exactly who is this bright red garter belt supposed to keep on edge tonight, anyway? And the matching lace bra?

You’ve really done it this time, Cullen. You just had to go for the fishnets with the back seam? Nope, no halfway for you, Bucko!

Fanfuckingtastic. While my submissive is showering, I’m sitting here amongst her lingerie like a horny teenager let loose in Frederick’s for the first time. Tonight is all about control, and I am keyed the fuck up.

Checking out the Master’s timepiece, I note that there’s no time for a quickie, and I’m reluctant to take matters into my  own hand…again. Enough’s enough already; the next one is on my submissive.

On my submissiveSplooj, my inner ten-year-old sniggers.

Alrighty then, I better get myself out of here and into my own shower. I sure as hell will not be late to meet Marcus. Old habits die hard.

What is it about Marcus that still makes me so damn eager to please him, the masterful bastard? Amazing the voodoo he worked on me, still potent all these years later, maybe even more so. The older I get, the more experience I gain as a dom, the more I appreciate his gift and his charms.

I ponder this and other mysteries and thankfully I am distracted enough to get through my shower without choking the chicken. I even manage to dress myself without “accidentally” brushing my palm over my stiff shaft. Oh, aren’t we the civilized Master tonight?

Before leaving my bedroom, I pull Isabella’s collar and cuffs down from the shelf in the closet and lay them out on the entry table. Master will not have time to spare when we get home tonight. The swoosh of leather and the soft click of heels alerts me to Isabella’s presence, and I spin around to catch sight of my sweet, sexy subbie looking as hot as she ever has in clothing. From head to toe, she’s a smooth combination of elegance and sin. She’s taken the time to blow dry her hair perfectly straight, and her makeup is minimal, exactly the way she knows I love it. Knowing what lurks beneath the surface of the leather and silk makes it all the hotter, and best of all, she knows it. Her confidence is off the charts right now, and there is absolutely nothing sexier.

“Isabella, you look beyond amazing.”

She smiles and takes in my outfit as well. “You’re not half bad yourself. I’ll be battling other women for your attention yet again,” she sighs theatrically.

“There are other women?”

“Sheesh, such a charmer.” She rolls her eyes, but it’s clear she loves it.

I step closer and take her hands in mine. “I want you to understand that tonight is really special for me. I’ve asked an old friend to join us.”

“Oh. Riley?” She’s still relaxed, not freaked out yet.

“No. Do you remember my telling you about my mentor?”

Her jaw drops. “The dom who trained you?” Okay, so much for relaxed.

“Yes, that’s the one.”

She starts firing questions at me. “What do I do? What do I say? What should I call him? Does he know—?”

“Hey,” I interrupt her gently, taking her hand in mine. “Breathe, okay?”

She nods her head quickly and takes a deep breath.

“Don’t worry; I’m going to tell you everything you need to know on the ride over.”

Partially appeased, she nods again.

“Before we head out, I’m asking you one last time, do you feel that you can handle something intense?”

“If you think I can.”

God, could she be any more perfect?

“Isabella, I promise I would never put you in a situation I didn’t feel you could handle.”

“Then it’s settled.”

All systems are go. This is happening. Two of the most important people in my life are about to meet for the very first time, the most dominant meets the most submissive. “Thank you.” Can she hear the quiver in my voice? “Give me your wrist.”

She complies immediately.

“Are you ready to serve me, Isabella?”

“Yes, Master. Always.”

I link the bracelet around her wrist and help her on with her overcoat, blanketing her in  its warmth. As we head toward the door, she spies the collar and cuffs, and her breath catches in her throat.

I take her hand and pull her through the door. “That’s for later, sweetheart,” I reassure her.


  1. Oh boy. Yeah, so Isabella being able to carry off breakfast in bed without Edward being aware of what she's doing is always nice. At least she gets to surprise him for once. I think it's great that she has people responding to her posts that can emphatize with her dilemma. Yeah she loves the submission, but that inner "good girl"; (I guess I prefer to think of it as society's constant dictation of what everyone should find as normal, and those that deviate from the normal are jaded or twisted in some way.), so at least she has others sharing their thoughts and ideas and reassuring her that if she lets go, it will become easier for her to see what she is doing is acceptable. As I like to say to others at work "embrace your inner smut"!

    It was definitely a good idea for Edward not to share the plans of the evening. As demonstrated by that mini melt-down she was having when it was time to depart. It just seems to reiterate that Dark Prince/Edward definitely can "read" Isabella/Princess. I am sure, if she can manage to keep reminding herself to put her trust in her Dom, he will sense what her limits are when she meets Marcus. Obviously you have not revealed what Dark Prince has in mind for the evening, but even Dark Prince/Edward seems a little wary for the progression/outcome for the evening. Nice to see that even though he is the Dom he is even questioning himself. Again, it demonstrates how they are both wading into unchartered waters together, and thus strengthening their bond through shared experiences.

    I really look forward to how the evening transpires.

    1. I love your thoughts on their evening. I think you pegged Edward/Master. He's confident, but he's still leery because he can never know exactly how she'll respond. xx

  2. This was a really sweet chapter again. Some quality time shared with a little vanilla served with breakfast. Gotta love breakfast in bed. Who knew that Edward couldn't handle a pedi?! I'm so glad I wasn't reading this while getting mine because I was laughing so hard they would have thought I completely lost my mind. I could so picture it because the whole speaking in Vietnamese to each other and the men (though few and far between) flinching and complaining about it hurting while getting the pedis in the background is a regular occurrence every time I go. This made my day and since I've been under the weather lately, I need a good laugh. I can't wait the next chapter with Marcus. This will be interesting. Until next time B!

    1. Happy to bring a smile, especially if you're feeling low. I don't love the crud-surfing either, but I know the scrub and massage are on their way, so I grin and bear it! xx

  3. breakfast in bed, morning sex, pedicures, snuggling on the couch, and then some lovely buildup right before you cut us off! hahaha. such a tease!

    you know i cant wait to see her meet marcus, see what the dynamic will be like between the 3 of them, see how isabella has to act around her Mastor's mentor.... *anticipatory shivering commence!*

    but in the meantime i loved the playfulness of this chapter. she finally managed to make him breakfast in bed just the way he loves it. and then even got him to get a pedicure! adorable! and his whining about it? soo cute. their relationship is just sooo lovely- both the vanilla and the more chocolate-y sides!

    Ill be dying waiting for Ch 80! (any chance you want to give it to us midweek? haha)

    1. Thank you so much, sweet Digi. I'm so happy you enjoyed this. I will definitely post it midweek if I get another three chapters written by Wednesday! xx

  4. Loved this chapter, but I hope he's not going to have someone else really play with them. I get the feeling he may be involved in whatever scene that is coming. Also, I'd like to see more of their bf/gf interactions. I know this is a kink story, but I'd still like to see more. Kind of seems that part of them is kind of lacking.

    1. It's definitely a balancing act, but trust me, that was not Master you saw having his feet done! Your concerns about Marcus are definitely echoed by others. Trust... thanks for stopping in and leaving your thoughts. xx

  5. I can't wait for her to meet Marcus either!

  6. Zomg!!! Look at meeee!!! I pm'd you my review bc it wouldn't let me paste in here. And if I move around too much it doesn't even let me type anymore. Sensitive little thing.

    Loved it. Love youuuuuuu.

    *sits on hands ad waits patiently for Saturday*

    1. Aren't you the sweetest little thing? Somebody needs to tie you down, clearly! GREAT to see you here! XXXX

  7. I absolutely loved the explanation he gave for why he didn't allow her to talk when she first returned home from her trip. I was surprised she took the leap to not talking at all. How could she think Edward would not want to hear her voice! Very anxious, and a little nervous to have Bella meet Marcus and see what happens next.

    1. Well, it did occur to her, and she just has to we got to hear about that moment of freakoutitude! Anxiety all around for the meet up with Master's mentor

  8. Hot, hot, hot, as always.

    I'm REALLY looking forward to seeing what transpires with Marcus.

    1. Thanks, Dahlia! I hope you will find the next chapter...interesting!;)

  9. Oh sweet love...I can't WAIT for Marcus. I can't wait to see how she reacts. How Edward reacts. How Marcus reacts!

    I so love this...and you :-)

  10. I loved everything about this chapter, from breakfast in bed until they were walking out the door. You truly spoil us with your writing, Born. I loved this line: “So please, don’t ever believe that the silence is about me not wanting to hear you.” He was so very reassuring when they discussed her silence.

    I know it's silly, and we don't really want to see them hurting, but there are so many men I'd like to see whining while they are getting a pedicure, my DH included! I think it was my favorite part of the chapter because it was so out of character for him. Loved it!!

    I'm ready for Marcus whenever you are!

    1. I loved your insights, Jayme. He didn't like it too much when she pulled out a chest hair either, but honestly, it had to be said. Those girls get that sharp tool in their hands and they just dig dig dig until they hit pay dirt. Maybe this was retribution to the girl that made me bleed a while back.

      Marcus is DEFINITELY ready for YOU, my dear! Next Saturday...

  11. This chapter was a perfect lead up to meeting Marcus! They were both relaxed and collected. Now she is a little nervous, I can't blame her. I would be too!
    She was able to surprise him both with breakfast and her entry. I know she has apprehensions about some things, and I would think that to be normal. But it also shows her complete trust and faith in her master!
    I can't wait for them to meet and I'm sure neither can Edward!
    Until next Saturday!

    1. Lots of nerves all around here, Grnid, but and faith will be key!

  12. J_R_E, so much better to be able to say stuff, thank you. And I hope that others don't abuse the anon messages and you keep them up.

    soooo, we have to wait, gah!, I am no good at waiting you know that! *blows kisses*

    I loved Edward's inner voice here, so funny bless him, that he wants to be ready for Marcus, but that he needs to be calm for Bella. fab xx

    1. Edward reminds me of his/my yellow lab Boomer. So sweet, so excitable, so very earnest. Thanks for your review.

  13. Had a really rough day today and saved this to read for when I got home because I knew that if anything could lift me up this story could. It so did so thank you for that.
    Once again their honesty with each other awes me, hubs and I took a long time in our marriage to be that comfortable to tell each other any and everything and I think we missed out some because of it.
    He was very smart to not tell her the plans ahead of time, he knows how nervous she gets so that gave them a peaceful day to just relax (until the toenail scraping lol) and be...sometimes you just got to be, sigh.
    Think Riley has rubbed off on him lol his love for picking out her clothes for his enjoyment is so cute. Loved that part and loved that he got himself all worked up about it.
    Good stuff dear BOH good stuff.

    1. So happy I could cheer you, Vicki, or should I say...Edward could? E may not pick out his own clothes in the store, but he most definitely knows what turns him on and how to put together his sweet subbie for their scene! Thanks for your lovely insights into their sharing. Yeah, let's not forget this is the fantasy!

  14. very much looking forward to the Marcus encounter. unsure why some don't want him to play with E & I...the prospect (for me, at least) is very hot! perhaps after the initial meeting we might be treated to a scene with the three of them??

    1. It is interesting how the Marcus idea has provoked some strong responses on both sides, many of which are not published here! If Isabella does indeed decide to take Marcus as her mentor, you'll be seeing more of him. xx

  15. Witchy here....

    Ohh my..... the anticipation is making me crazy........... Edwards two worlds will collide.. I wonder how they will both handle it?? Cant WAIT!!!! SQUEEEEE!!!

    Love ya..
    Ohhh P.S. Going to get my lady bits done up..hehe... smooth city here we go!!

    1. So nice of you to share about your coochie here with all your friends! Two worlds COLLIDE...BLAM-O! Good luck. xx

  16. OMG!!! I can't wait for chapter 80!!!!!!

    **waiting impatiently on pins and needles**

  17. Oh I love boyfriend Edward! He is super sweet with just enough Dom sprinke to keep things interesting:)
    And I'm always amazed that you can have a chapter full of smut ( not this one) and yet keep it classy and clean :) if you can call BDSM that LOL

    1. I totally call it classy, and so happy you do, too! Danka!

  18. Kitty seems to be back in service! Surprised that after that little escapade, Edward's hair was still attached to his scalp! LOL I think Bella was able to extract a little revenge from the waxing, with that pedi! LOL The thought of the big strong sub, screaming like a girl at getting his toe nails cleaned, just cracks me up! LOL So looking forward to this meeting with Marcus!

    Excellent chapter my dear!


    1. 34 years of crud is something to scream about! See you Saturday!

  19. Praise be to GOD, he ate her out!!! If you have a waxing journal, I want in on THAT one!! ;)

    Adorable as always...I'm bracing myself for being squicked out with Marcus...hopefully it's all in my head...and not in *ahem* his.

    @_@ bah dum bum.


    1. That was all for you, honey. Ask and ye shall receive. No more journaling on the wax day. Moving on... ;)

  20. Wow...this is going to be exciting! I'm really shocked that Edward went for a pedicure...but it was hilarious! I'm really excited to read what happens next.

    1. I think E is up for just about anything as long as he can be with his girl!

  21. Love that Edward went along with her for a pedicure! I can't wait to see how this whole thing with Marcus is going to go down. Master has said over and over that there will be no sharing, but then he's trying to prepare her for something mentally intense... I'm just very curious about the dynamic. Can't wait for the next chapter!!!

  22. Well I'm on pins and needles . Or is it nipple clamps and handcuffs? I don't know what to expect with Marcus. He's promised not to share Bella, not to let anyone see her or touch her. But he didn't mention listen to her. Nor did he say he wouldn't share himself and thus is someone with whom Edward has played. So that just leaves me on pins and needles. These two almost always leave me feeling unsettled for some reason.

    1. Love your insights. I hope it's a good unsettled...part of the fun of the D/s is not knowing everything! Thanks for your interest in the story. x

  23. Hey! This is Moflo19 on , haven't reviewed in a long ass time. Sorry for that, but I am a spazz at the google thing haha. Just wanted you to know that I read every chapter and love the fuck out of every one. I SO love reading about a BDSM couple that has NOTHING to do with any fucking trauma and is ONLY about a couple that wants to please each other to the extreme. The boyfriend/girlfriend stuff is always super sweet and funny and the Dom/Subbie stuff is always super hot. You are doing a fabulous job with this fic, truly! <33

    1. Your comment made me squee inside. Thanks so much, Moflo. I really appreciate knowing you're out there enjoying the story.

  24. OMG..LMAO Born! This is a great chapter that I could not stop laughing at.
    Loved their playfulness, breakfast in bed(how romantic) I love the BF/GF side and then go into the D/S side.
    he's thinking about Marcus and died laughing at "Choke the chicken part!" EPIC!
    Edward getting a pedi shows that he wanted to make Bella happy as a partner to experience things with her-too bad he didn't try waxing
    I see Bella so much more happy and more confident with her relationship with Edward as her confidence spills over to the Sub side.
    Could she have any more confidence if her and Edward didn't have that bonding loving BF/GF relationship in trusting?

    I cannot wait for next chapter-She finally meets Marcus and I'm so intrigued at what you have planned for them.
    Do we get some insight on any shake up of the couple?

    1. I had fun googling...what I googled to get "choke the chicken". Lots of colorful expressions out there. Shake up? Tell me more...xx

  25. Thanks ! I can't wait to meet Marcus ;)

  26. This is a great chapter. I loved how he reassured her that he loves her voice, her mind, her personality, and that words are their thing. The reassurance that the silence was so that they could connect on a visceral level was really sweet. :) He's really adorable. I love that Bella is getting to understand and embrace her "inner hussey" through sharing with other women who share her desires. Can't wait to see what intensities he has planned.


    1. Embracing one's inner hussy through sharing with other women who share the desire...hmmm, sound like anyone I KNOW? xxx

  27. Enjoy the support she's getting from her online informal buddies as each offered something a little bit different for her to consider and reflect upon. And how sweet of her to surprise him with breakfast in bed and visual encouragement (of a sexual nature). Guess that was his first and maybe only pedicure but he did buck up and made the best of the situation minus the polish :-)

    He's really excited about the prospect of the evening with his mentor and agree that it was wise of him not to give her any details too soon - especially with the way that she reacted right out of the gate. But there again with his reassurances, she calmed down and accepted that he would never push her too far so excited about the meet up next chapter.

    1. Yes, B has received MUCH support from her online buddies! I'm excited to share the Marcus chapter. It's been written for almost nine months now, had to tweak it of course to fit where it's landed, but soon you'll have it. Thank YOU for all your support and insights. xx

  28. Loved this chapter! heheh loved you slipping in another unusual word. I kinda snorjed my coffee all over the laptop at that one :) The pedi cracked me up! Can you picture those women calling Master a wimp in vietnamese? LOL. Those pedi's can be torture for sure, but I think waxing would still be more painful. And how master knows his subbie. He waited until it was time to leave before letting Bella know what exactly they were doing. He offered Bella all the assurances she needed in this situation, and because the two of them are doing something new, Edward seems a little nervous. I'll be really interested to see his (and everyone else's) reaction when Marcus and Bella meet. I'll also be interested to see what his plan for something intense involves. Great update BoH!

    1. Okay, I didn't make up SPLOOJ, but SNORJ is most definitely MINE! Thanks for your sweet comment. I do love to see the Master just a wee bit out of control, never enough to harm his subbie, just enough to remind us that he's a human being under all the bravado and control. Thanks for appreciating that aspect of the story! XXX

  29. Edward caused me to recall my only bad pedi experience, and normally I love them! Still, it was kind of payback for the waxing, and he did volunteer. I do love their relationship, above and beyond any scenes, but then the scenes are hot and I really enjoy that aspect as well. But I am not at all sure what I am anticipating, along with Bella, from the visit with Marcus. And it seems that they are going to Marcus' home.

    1. Ah...interesting assumption there, Ick. And yes, this little pedi scene was not far from a bad experience recently had by Yours Truly! I love to see them out and about as E and I as well, but I think neither can look at the other right now and not see the other side. It's all so fresh and new and exciting! ;) See you in 4 days! xx

  30. I'm fairly certain you could be a successful relationship therapist:) Their communication (even when reluctant:) is amazing to me. I love the way he held her through their talk. I hope meeting Marcus goes well. I'm afraid she'll be disappointed with herself if things don't go smoothly- or maybe I'm just nervous for her:) I can't wait:)

    1. Had some time on that couch, glad it's paying off! x

  31. Looking forward to the meeting. Love how he reassures her and brings her back to "their" space.

  32. lovely update, i'm glad her skin calmed down to enjoy the new softness, it is a wonderful thing, these two just get closer and closer with each other, just when you think it's not possible, they move to another level, i love it, i'm sure the evening with marcus will be great, he will be begging edward to let him have a chance with bella (mentally anyway) because what dom wouldn't want bella as their 'sweet subbie'

    keep it cumming ;)

  33. Oh yay, I´m back in the sandbox as anonymous!!!
    Also I´m way behind on chapters, I see :oO
    I can´t wait for B. to meet Marcus...

    PS: I´ve been to nail-salons in Brooklyn. I feel with you, E.

    xxx, enamoramiento

    1. E! Welcome back. Yeah, I've had the hackers too. That is no fun. No fun at all.

  34. Born,
    So happy that our Bella feels better...down below. I got a kick out of Bella kind of getting her payback by making Edward get a pedicure. I am so excited for her to meet Marcus. I don't know why but ever since you've introduced him to your story I get excited to read about him and how he has trained Edward. I'm nervous for both Edward and Bella. I cannot wait to read what happens next.

    1. Amy,
      Funny you see the pedi as "payback"- I don't think Bella anticipated it happening that way. She actually thought she was sharing one of her favorite pleasures with him. But there is treachery in the pedi chair, as we girls know!

      So happy you feel attached to Marcus. He's certainly become one of my favorites as well. Hope you'll enjoy the next couple.xx

  35. I'm actually nervous for this meeting!!! In a good way though. :0

  36. Sensuously arousing chapter, as always! From breakfast in bed to prepping for Marcus....this should be fun. I'm looking forward to meeting Marcus as well!!