Rose Tint My World
Author: Dr Charles ForbinCopyright 1997
It had been a long time since Mistress Minx and I had time together away
from the office.
The activities of Ay'esha and the demands of her duties at Dawes, Jones,
Mosley and Grubbs had made any sort of personal time together a virtual
impossibility. Indeed most of our time together had been my coming back to
the office late at night with take out Thai food for her, and a few minutes
of conversation before escorting her to her car for the drive home.
One afternoon while I was out for lunch, I passed a florist shop and on impulse
walked in to look at the flowers.
The clerk on duty was a very pleasent young man and just let me wander through
the shop without bothering me.
As I was about to leave I saw a beautiful arrangement of roses in a blue
glass vase, and decided to send them to Mistress Minx without a card so she
could wonder which of her many admirers had sent them to her.
I love doing things like that. Keeps people on their toes. Someday,
I'll tell the story of the snowball in July.
Anyway, I paid cash for the roses and had them sent to Mistress Minx's house,
assured by the clerk that they would arrive at her house well before she
did.
"Who are they for?", the clerk asked as I started to leave.
"A very beautiful young woman that I'm in love with.", I replied smiling,
thinking of how strong my love is for her.
Mistress Minx didn't say anything to me the next day about the flowers, and
I was slightly disappointed that she didn't comment on them.
Oh well.
"Michael, would you like to join me for dinner tonight?", she asked later
that afternoon as I picked up a stack of files for distribution to other
departments in the Bank.
"I'd be honored Miss Dawes. Shall I bring some beef satay for me tonight?",
I said, taking out my notepad to take her dinner order.
"No, Michael. I'd intended to have dinner with you away from here for a change.
There is a small Italian place near my house I'd like to try, if that's all
right with you.", she said.
"Sure, I'd love to. What time?"
"Make it about sevenish.", she said taking the pad from my hand and scribbling
an address on it. "I'll met you there."
"Yes Ma'am. Formal or casual.", I asked reading the address.
"Casual. And I'm buying tonight.", she said smiling at me cheerfully.
When she arrived at the cafe, she was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt that
had a cartoon of a bizarre looking dog printed on it.
The dialog of the cartoon had the dog begging to be hit with a rolled up
newspaper, and on the back was printed the words "SICK PUPPY".
I couldn't help smiling thinking of the double meaning of the joke for the
two of us as we sat down at a table on the patio, and she signaled the waitress.
We talked about unimportant things as we ate, discussed the latest bad movie
we had both seen and in general, relaxed.
There was a change in her attitude towards me, a warmth that seemed bright
and new. We were not just Mistress and slave, we were friends and partners
that night. It was as if all of the strain of the last few months had slipped
away and was forgotten.
It soon grew chilly as the wind came up and we ordered cappichino to take
the damp from our bones.
As we sipped it, she signaled the waitress and paid the check.
"Would you like to walk me home Michael?", she said standing up.
"Yes Mistress.", I said rising.
We walked through the streets and up the hill towards her house, passing
a church along the way, the doors open and inviting.
Without a word, she turned and entered.
I could hear children playing in some part of the building as Minx led me
up a flight of stairs, wondering where she was going. We entered a practice
room where a piano stood, polished and waiting, as if inviting her to play
it.
I sat down and listened as she started playing Mozart, her face intent on
the keys and the beauty of the music filling the small room with the same
force as if we were in the main chapel of the church, the tones of the upright
piano blending into the air, making it seem as if it was a grand piano instead.
The notes flowed through the air and I soon lost my concern at being discovered
there. If anyone could object to the music that Minx conjured from the piano,
then they had no soul or appriciation for beauty.
She finished the piece with a sigh that I could hear over the notes and the
room soon grew quiet as the sound ebbed.
"Let's go.", she said, rising from the piano bench and walking towards the
door.
We exited into the street again, with no one noticing our passage and soon
reached the door of her house.
"Please come inside Michael.", she invited, and led me to the kitchen.
"Wait here.", she said and walked out of the room leaving me alone with my
thoughts of the evening.
As I waited I looked at the herb garden she was growing in a small tray on
the window sill, and admired the growth of a fern in a pot hanging from the
ceiling beam. Her cat jumped on the table next to me and nuzzled my hand,
demanding attention.
I scratched her back and she rolled over to have her belly rubbed. With a
relaxed motion she then rolled off onto the floor in extacy from the attention.
When Mistress Minx returned she ordered me to strip and fold my clothing
neatly and place it on the chair.
I did as ordered, and stood naked before her, waiting.
She ordered me to close my eyes and then blindfolded me.
I stood there, ears straining for any clue as to what she was doing. I heard
the rattle of a light chain and the sound of a drawer being slid open and
then closed again.
"Hands together in front of you.", she said softly.
I placed my hand before me, clasped together, and felt a rope threaded between
and around then and then the tension of the knot securing them.
She raised my hands over my head and I felt the rope being pulled tightly
and secured, keeping my hands over my head.
Her hands touched me softly, teasingly.
"Now, my slave. You have been very patient and you will be rewarded for your
service. And I shall enjoy rewarding you.", she said softly.
I heard her walk across the polished wood floor and then I heard the click
of a stove burner being turned on.
My heart lept in fear. Fire was a terrible threat to me, a childhood fear
caused by my time living in the mountains.
A forest fire had started and I saw the flames consume the trees and the
small animals scrambled away from the heat, heat that I could feel even a
mile away, the smoke filling the skies.
It was the first time I had seen what fire could do if uncontrolled, and
years later I still felt that twinge of fear, even with something as simple
as a match.
A moment later I was jolted back to reality by the touch of a knife, gently
touching my skin, hot and sharp. She laughed as I tried to cringe away from
it, as she seared the hair on my chest.I could smell the hair as it burned
off and struggled to hold still to avoid being pierced and burned by the
point of the blade.
"Next time maybe I should shave you first.", she commented.
The hot pricks of the knife continued, making me jerk in reaction.
There was a pause and I felt her hands move slowly and gently over my body,
and I relaxed into her soft touch. I felt her hands move over my body, touching
me gently, and then felt the first spatter of hot wax on my body and shuddered.
The hot liquid continued to splash across my exposed back, and I moaned as
the wax teased my flesh with sharp needles of fire.
She stroked my head as I panted from the pain, and whispered softly in my
ear of her pleasure at seeing my suffering.
"You please me with your pain Michael. You struggle against it, resist it,
deny your pain", she said.
"Yes Mistress. I wish to please you.", I said, softly through the pain.
The stings of the wax soon cooled and stiffened across my body like small
scabs and I felt them flex as I moved in my bonds.
There was a pause and then I heard the hiss of a flogger cutting through
the air and felt the thud on my exposed back.
Back and forth she swung the flogger across my back and my ass, harder and
softer, changing the pace to match the reactions of my body.
As I moaned louder she gagged me, and ordered me to suck.
I gagged and then tasted her sweet cum on her panties, and sucked them greedly.
"You love that taste don't you slave?", she asked rehetoricaly.
She retied the ropes, looping them around my cock and balls tightly.
"You'd better keep your balance", she warned,"Or you'll lose them."
She swung the flogger harder driving me onto my toes as I tried to focus
on her taste filling the panties..
Suddenly I felt pinpricks across my ass. This was a new sensation, unlike
the spiked pinwheel she used on me on occasion. They pressed into my flesh
and I winced from the pain. I smelled a subtle scent, not wax, and not her
perfume, but something else.
"Open your mouth.", she commanded.
I opened my mouth releasing her panties, and then felt something soft, placed
into my mouth.
My mouth felt strange, this soft substance seemed to hold my mouth open against
my will. The scent became stronger and I tasted a sweetness from this strange
material.
Roses! The scent was from roses.
Just like my most imaginative Mistress to use the roses I had sent her to
tease and torture me.
The flogging continued, driving me onto my toes, forcing me to concentrate
on my balance rather than the pleasure of the pain.
"What do you say slave?", she asked, removing the blindfold and showing me
the rose petals she had placed in my mouth.
"Thank you Mistress, for resurrecting me, for giving me back my life.", I
moaned.
"Yes, my Phoenix without ashes, you have been reborn by my hand. And I love
you.", she said gently releasing me from my bondage and lowering me to the
floor where I lay in the rose petals and kissed her feet, contently and at
peace in my soul.
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