~MISTRESS B~

So weakened she was; and yet she managed a wan smile at my entrance to her rooms. She was happy to see me! I hurried to her side careful to not spill one drop if the medicined water in the pretty blue enameled basin she favoured. I fell to my knees as my heart was washed in agony at seeing my queen in such a state. I was proud of her. I reveled in the humbling of her very presence. I adored her. "Cookie" she whispered and laid a hand on my head to caress the forelock that always tumbled into my eyes "Shhh Mistress. Please rest. close your eyes and let me bathe these wounds free of pain and infection. They are filling the tubs now with hot water and herbs for your soak." I allowed my self a secret smile. She called me Cookie because she could not pronounce my middle eastern name. I adored the word as it fell from her lips one more time as she released herself in deep trust to my care. I crooned to her while I dabbed at bloody, ripped flesh. At least she did not have to be sewed back together... this time. She dozed. She opened her eyes a half hour later to my soft murmurs and nibbles on and in her delicate little ears. "Come Mistress" I whispered "Awaken. It is time for you to soak. And please be aware that the water must be very hot. The herbs have steepened and the sting will be great." She smiled that wan, smile again and my heart swelled. She trusted me. She loved me. It is true and real. She wears it just for me. I love her so. She hooked her arms around my neck and rested on my left arm while I slipped my other under her legs to carry her to the tub. A minute distance but I walked slowly to savor the feel of her dependency on me. "I am here for you loved one" I whispered I was as naked as she. I stepped into the huge tub of hot water and hissed at my burning feet. I sat and let it burn because I dared not drop my love. I leaned back so that even though she was sitting atop me and leaning on me we both were fully submerged to our necks in the near scalding water. She screamed. arched her back away from me. she fought me. Twisted and turned to be free of the burning water infused with the stinging, astringency of healing herbs. her small sharp teeth sunk into my hand to draw blood I know she didn't mean it. I loved that small measure of pain. like when she'd squeeze my balls just a little too hard. I wrapped her tight in my arms and wrapped my legs around hers to keep us locked until her frenzy abated. I released her when I felt her relax. I drew my knees up and dipped her deeper into the water so that it sloshed just under chin. i rested on the back of the tub as she lay between my thighs to let the herbs so their work. I idly poured handfuls over her face to heal the small scratches there. I washed her hair. I massaged her scalp. I crooned to her while i kneaded the ache under shoulder blades. I murmured to her of things I thought of and wrote about her... always her... in my times away from her.
"Remember Mistress? Remember when we met?" I used her disavantaged state to gain some of my own. I spoke freely, softly, cooed in her ear as she lolled in the cooling water, the crooks of her arms draped around my thighs. My cock semi hard. her nipples, semi erect. I rubbed her bites and scratches, coaxing the infectious poisons outward into the water..
"Cookie, mm hmm"
"Ah someones feeling better!" I smiled when my beautiful black cat tried to grab for my cock but the slash in the palm of her hand made it hard for her to do so. I dared not remove her hand but I appealed to her. "Not yet Mistress, please. i beg of you. I wish to see you healed. May I take care of you? Please?"
She let me massage the healing water into her palm; the gash was already half closed. I held a cup of cooled water lace with even more herbs to heal and cleanse her internally. I slipped spearmint leaves into her mouth to for her to chew. She indulged in a weak pout and said...
"Talk to me then"
*"Have I ever told you, that if I sit real still and silent, somtimes I like to think I can hear your heart beating in time with mine? Have I ever told you, that there has been times...When I have ached for you so badly, that the emotions overwhelmed me... and so I sat and cried? *... Have I ever told you, that without your commandments, I wither,... I die?"
A great splash of water in my face took me by suprise , turning my next my "have" into "HahAAAAAh cough cough cough" my mistress was healing. playing.
"You said that one two days ago!"
Restless, she was getting, but she did not make me leave. She knew she needed me. She was enjoying me. I needed her to love me. I merely looked at her. Awaiting her command. I loved when she told me what to do. She was the only one I could ever, would ever love that way. I am a man in every sense of the word. But for She, my black leopard queen, I eagerly await her every whim.
Half an hour later we lay in the same position in the filtered sunlight of the caravan tent where I massaged healing balms and unguents into her dark chocolate skin. I most enjoy when she lays on her back, legs akimbo and spread wide....
"will you accept a denuding now Mistress?"
I watched her graceful fingers dally in the glossy black tuft of her offered mound. I am blessed in that my Mistress is an exhibitionist. It pleases her to have me watch her... to stare up... and into... She. I watch her grasp succulent, pink, folds of pussy lips and spread them for me to see. I have to wonder if she realizes that our roles have reversed. Mistress is the slave now.