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Darkside
He kneels at my
feet
What happens when a dominant and her
slave get together...
H
e sits at my feet, his body
knelt in my desired position.
Although he is relaxed his
ears are alert, waiting for my next
command.
My fingers gently caress his neck
as I speak to the gentleman next to
me, I may be deep in conversation
but my attention never leaves the
man at my feet, he is my focus, my
passion…my responsibility.
I excuse myself from the conversa-
tion and move my fingers to rest
under his chin, as I lean forward I
bring his face towards mine and
whisper ‘ My boy, please go and
get us two bottles of water and
the chocolate of your choice from
the bar.’ His body is alert now,
he smiles knowingly and in one
smooth motion stands.
I take his hand and gently kiss the
tip of his fingers, this is my way of
showing him how proud I am of
him that he did not hesitate at my
command.
swing by his sides. I know he is ex-
cited, yearning for me to touch him.
He desires my domination as much
as I desire his submission and for
the next few hours I am his and
more importantly he is mine…. My
pleasure...my boy…my submissive.
When he disappears out of sight I
turn and continue my earlier con-
versation, the gentleman compli-
ments me on my boys compliance
and I beam with pride.
He knows now that our scene will
soon be upon us; already his mind
is teasing him with what will soon
come to pass. I watch as he speed-
ily walks away, I take him in, the
way his black pants hug his
bottom and his hips, his naked
back flexing as his arms gently
‘I know he is
excited, yearning for
me to touch him ’
A short story by
D Desire
Darkside • Issue 3