Home Again

Melding into Heather’s soft body, my head on her shoulder, I fully relax. I thought I’d been at rest before but in Heather’s arms tensions and muscles I didn’t even know were taut let go. My nose near her neck I take in a deep breath of her unique blend of perfume, soap and natural essence. I was home.

“I didn’t know they called you.” I say, my cock ravaged voice a husky whisper. “I know you don’t want to be involved in my Princing.”

“Shhh.” She pets me tenderly, touching me with a love that even the practiced aftercare of an experienced Domme couldn’t even begin to emulate. “Rebecca said you needed me so I am here.” She kisses my temple. “I will always be here when my man needs me.” As she cuddles me she looks to the others. “You seem to have left him a very happy boy. Thank you for calling.”

“Of course.” Rebecca says. “We’ll leave you alone. See yourselves out. And Heather…” There is a long pause. “…he is as soft as you said he was. And as special. I know you don’t need it but I approve of your choice. He might not be a man of influence, but we will get him there.”

“Let him find his own way.” Heather says. “But thank you, sister. It means the world to me to have your blessing.”

“Great meeting you, Elliot.” Roger says, not at all phased by me snuggling into Heather. He was one of us after all. “Swing by anytime you want.” He glances at Rebecca then grins. “Well…call ahead.”

I chuckle softly. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”

Rebecca, resplendent in her elegant silk robe and still wearing her Domme outfit beneath it, gives me a slow nod. “Until next, little princeling.”

I smile. “Until next time.”

Rebecca turns and offers Roger her arm, which he takes proudly. Together they leave the room.

“Come on, handsome.” Heather pats my cheek. “Lets get you home.”

My lover sits me up and pulls the soft blanket down to my waist to reveal my still naked torso. I go to rise but she holds me beside her. Sitting back a little and turning to face me Heather explores my flesh with sharp eyes and tender hands. She runs her palms across my chest and down my arms, her fingers lingering a moment at the ever so slight pinkness at my wrists where the pillory held me bound. I wanted to assure her I was fine but I knew my words were cheap compared to the truth she found through touch. Especially as it related to making sure her boy was okay. From my wrists she brushes her fingertips across the base of my neck, her feather touch sending tingles down my body. She turns me and explores my back. I smile as unexpectedly I feel a soft kiss touch my shoulder.

“I’m okay.” I say.

Heather pats my back and lets me go, though her eyes continue to follow and inspect my bare bottom and legs as I get up and begin to get dressed. She notes the reddened patches on my knees where dungeon rug had left mild burns but again says nothing. She simply notes it in her mind. Once dressed Heather rises to take my arm. She sweeps me away from this mansion full of art and luxurious furnishings and even a portal to hell. At the door she has me leave my car keys before she leads me into the damp evening air and straight past my car to the SUV, an unspoken understanding passing between us that arrangements had already been made to deal with my vehicle. It amused me to think about haughty Rebecca driving my little shit box through the neighborhood even though I’m sure they would hire a driver or have Mia do it or something to that effect. Normally Heather would have let me drive but, with me still being a little foggy from the domination and the cum in my belly, she takes me to the passenger seat and sees me inside. She even goes so far as to buckle me in then pats my chest before closing the door and heading around to take the wheel. We look at each other, smile and soon we are on our way, leaving this opulent neighborhood behind us to return to our humble little house beside a humble little city park. I couldn’t have been happier. This world of the upper crust was fun to visit but it wasn’t where I belonged.

After a time of comfortable silence I ask. “How was your event?”

“Lovely.” She answers. “Everybody enjoyed themselves and we did good sales.”

As the passing amber streetlights cast ever shifting shadows through the interior of the car we fill the remaining miles with pleasant small talk, more to hear each other’s voice than anything. Not surprisingly Heather asks me no questions about what happened between me and her sister, nor do I offer any details, and both of us were at ease with that small void in our sharing. Though partially it was to avoid any jealous feelings from Heather it also acted as a tiny pocket of privacy and freedom that she trusted me with, it was part of what made Heather and I unique. At last we are turning down the alley to the parking spot behind the house. Feeling much more myself I hurry out of the car and around to help my Queen out of the car. She accepts my help with a smile that warms my heart.

A minute later we are stepping inside the warm and cozy confines of…home. I take a moment just to soak it in. My exciting experience in the dungeon seemed so surreal now that my feet were planted back home again, like a fever dream and a wet dream all in one. Shaking my head I marvel again at what a strange life I now lived.

Bap!

Heather lightly smacks my tush. “You smell like leather and sin, my naughty man. Bubble bath. Now!”

I grin, grateful to be in her gentle affections once more. I was home again, in every sense of the word. “Yes, Ma’am.”