“I told you I would just do it,” I said. And he made some angry mumbling sounds, so I slapped him across the face to remind him I was the Alpha. “Be glad I didn’t grab one of the toys.”
When I began to turn away I noticed Joe’s tiny tepee, now much wetter, was a little taller and bouncing around involuntarily. So I turned back to face him, and his angry expression changed to utter embarrassment faster than a politician can tell a lie. And I’ve always had an uncanny knack of judging people and situations.
“Now there’s something I’m sure you don’t want everybody knowing,” I said. “Something you just discovered about yourself.”
Fear began to creep in with the embarrassment.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said while departing the bed and heading back around to Waleli. “You chose me because I’m a professional.” Continue reading “Black Wolf: First Client (Part Four of 4)”
I’m not here to get my rocks off. Yes, it will physically occur, but that’s not why I’m here. I’m here to help clients fulfill their goals: goals that are accomplished with a combination of dominance, submission, humiliation, behavior modification through punishment and rewards, and cathartic releases through pain and pleasure. And as the Master I bear the responsibility of fulfilling their wants and needs while keeping them protected and safe physically and emotionally. And much of that is accomplished through mentorship: teaching and guiding them through their areas of ignorance and inexperience.
I released my grip and tenderly stroked her hair. Continue reading “Black Wolf: First Client (Part Three)”
Pinto Joe led me up the stairs and halfway down the right hall to a door with a hummingbird totem attached.
“Her room,” he said, stating the obvious. His nerves were reacting to the situation.
He wiped his hands on his robe before turning the knob.
I followed him through the door into the spacious bedroom. It was bright and airy, utilizing lighter earth tones in browns, tans, and greens. And it was the only room I’d seen so far that had no cowboy décor mixed with the Native American motif. And hummingbirds played a major role in the theme.
The center wall was glass with double sliding doors giving access to the balcony. There was a door in the middle of the left wall leading to a bathroom, with dressers and shelves along the rest of the wall. And two large closets were on the right, along with a queen-size canopy bed centered against the wall. And sitting on the handcrafted bench at the foot of the bed was Waleli, with hands in her lap, wearing a shimmering green satin nightie with matching panties. Continue reading “Black Wolf: First Client (Part Two)”
“Pardon the delay,” said Pinto Joe.
“No big deal,” I said.
“We have certain traditions,” he said, almost to himself.
His use of the word obviously meant rules.
I have to admit my curiosity was beginning to pique as his frustration continued to simmer, while moving back and forth near the hall entrance.
A few minutes times a few minutes passed before Joe abruptly stopped pacing, stood with hands on his hips, and glared down the hallway. A short while later I got my first glimpse at the tardy individual.
Raven hair down to her butt, held tight to her head with a beaded headband that matched designs on her traditional deerskin dress. Petite, almost doll-like, but she carried herself well. And she’s young, late teens, twenty at most, but with sad eyes beyond her years. Continue reading “Black Wolf: First Client (Part One)”
We are music lovers…
Alpha plays drums and guitar, and has a beautiful voice; I, on the other hand, can’t sing worth a flip, doing good just to stay in tune (and play no instruments). But music has always been a big part of both our lives, both before and after we met.
Some time ago, we began sending songs to each other, via links to YouTube videos, as another way of expressing our love and devotion. Early in our relationship, knowing my mistrust of men in general, Alpha sent me “I Would Do Anything For Love” sung by Meat Loaf and Lorraine Crosby. And it became our song.
If you’re not familiar with the words, listen closely. I think every woman, whether in a D/s relationship or vanilla, wants a love like this song enbodies.