Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Berries and Cream for Dessert

"Did you enjoy your berries and cream my lady?"

"Yes Sensei"

"They are not too cold now my lady?"

"No Sensei"

Sensei nods, his mouth full. I put my head back and smile. Berries and cream are one of my favourite desserts. After I had eaten my fill, Sensei had asked if it would be alright if he had some as well. I thought that this was very strange, but I could not say no to Sensei. And he knows this!

Suddenly I sneezed. Three strawberries fell into Sensei's lap.

"Oh Hidenka!"

"I am so sorry! I will clean it up at once!"

I started to get up, but Sensei stopped me at once.

"No.....no, I think I may be at fault here. I think the best thing would be if .... I cleaned you up first."

"Oh! But I am ticklish! No Sensei! Please!......."

Perhaps I will post some pictures of our "dessert" next time!

Much Love!


Sunday, December 23, 2007

Morning Light

I feel the light before I open my eyes. It is a bright morning outside the dark red curtains of the bedroom. I shift a little under the covers and Sensei's grip on me tightens. He murmurs something in his sleep that I cannot hear. I look at the clock. 7:28. I am usually up by now, but Sensei told me that I did not need to rise early the next morning. At least, I think he did. My memories of the night before are hazy. Only because there were so many sensations!

I snuggle under the covers more and smile as I remember. Sensei speaks again. I hear the words "smoothness" and "radiance", but that is all I can distinguish. Sensei often talks in his sleep. As I move, the covers brush my leg, and I gasp. There is a sharp, stinging pain there. Oh yes. The scratches. I lift the covers a little to look, but Sensei's arm is in the way. Oh well.

I lay very still, and try to remember our night again. But it is still hazy. So I let the sensations wash over me instead. Mostly I remember his hands. He has long, smooth hands, that would suit a piano player more then a warrior. And he knows how to use them! To give me pain as well as pleasure. Stroking, and tickling, and feather touches, and grasping, and shoving, and brushing, and.....always knowing were to play. But there is pain also. Scratching, and slapping, although, never my face and never a closed fist. Those are the rules. And there is server punishment for breaking the rules. Especially for Sensei. A man like Sensei...other men have feared Sensei in battle, so a delicate woman such as myself, is totally at his mercy in the bedroom. And he knows it. He takes his duties seriously.

Sensei sighs, rolls onto his back and says my name. I hold my breath, waiting for his strong grasp as he awakens, but nothing. He is still sleeping. I smile, and carefully turn so I can look at him. I lay on my tummy so my scratches are not touched too much by the bed clothes, and then lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart. It is slow and steady now. I remember its feverish beat of last night, and sigh. I remember his sigh of contentment.

I remember his hands as he investigated every inch of my body. Was I still the same as when he had left? Had I changed? Was I still his? He always checks, and he is always happy with what he finds, even if things have changed. Each change would be investigated and he would ask. And he would not let me tell him lies. Sensei knows me too well.

After the investigation, I was ready. But he was not. Or he was not willing to let me off easily. There is teasing to come yet. There are words to come as well. To make me giggle, and gasp, and shiver, and never take my eyes off his. His hands wander and his tongue is not still, and I am not quiet. But he must have his fill of teasing. It is not often that this is missed. Last night was no exception.

And then, I remember things that are even less concrete. The slow movements. The softness. The length of movement. The sounds. His voices as he lets his guard down, for the first time since he has been home. The animal noises that escape. Him looking up at me. His eyes were black in the soft light. They are intense, they are still. They are only on my face. He wants to see pleasure. He will not stop till he is satisfied with what he sees. And Sensei Kowaku always gets what he wants.

Suddenly, I notice that his hand is now between my legs.

"You are awake my lady"

I blush. He has caught me off-guard, in my reminiscing.

"Yes, Sensei"

"And what is my lady Hidenka thinking of first thing in the morning, that ....tastes so delicious?"

He lifts his fingers to his mouth. I know he is smiling, though I cannot, dare not, look at his face. He knows very well what I am thinking of. Sensei is a clever man. And teasing me gives him such pleasure.

"I do not know what you mean Sensei"

He likes when I tease back.

"Does my lady need to be reminded of ..... the pleasures that I can give her? Or is she still tired from last night?"

"Not tired Sensei....."

"Then what? Look at me Hidenka"

I look at his face. His eyes are clear. He moves his hand to my face, brushing my leg. I gasp. He is concerned at once.

"My lady? You are hurt? Did I hurt you?"

I have to smile. Sometimes Sensei is not aware of the strength he possess.

"You ...... I have some small scratches is all. But there is nothing......."

He sits up at once, taking me with him.

"Let me see"

It is an order. I sit back from him and show my legs. There is a small amount of blood on the sheets and some on me. He looks and then kisses my forehead.

"Lie back down. I will fetch what I need from the bathroom. Then I will tend to you"

He pulls back the sheets and I lay. He heads to the bathroom. I smile. Although Sensei was concerned by my scratches, he was also ready to be "tended to" himself.


Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Welcome Home Sensei

My impatience while I wait for my Sensei is astounding. As part of my lesson, Sensei is late. His arrival time passed by with nothing to show for it. After reading the note that he left for me, I have nothing more to do, but wait and daydream. This was not a good idea. My daydreams are full of the coming arrival. What will he do? Will he demand my attention as soon as he walks through the door? This has happened before and my Sensei is a hard man to resist. Or will he make me wait even longer? Will he touch me? Where will he let his hands play? My breath will catch as soon as he decides it is time. But time for what? What will Sensei do? Will he take my hand and lead me to the bedroom? Or the bathroom? Or will he take me in the foyer? Or will he wish to speak to me first, about what I have done while he has been gone? Or will he torture me with words and implications? Smooth sentences of what is to come? His breath in my ear as he whispers of his plans. His laughter as my eyes widen at what he wants me to do. The odd inflection in his voice as he explains what is to come, that always makes me shiver (at least, usually more).

Finally, it is too much for me. He is late. I cannot wait for his touch. He may punish me, but I must feel....... I lay on our bed. I squirm. I feel hot. And I am nervous. What if he arrives while I ...... If he finds me.......... I squirm, and mess up the sheets. I jump up to straighten them. Then I sit on the edge of the bed. I concentrate on the feelings that are welling. I think of his touch and gasp as I feel..... He would be pleased. If he felt me......


"Hidenka!"

My eyes focus on the cherry blossom outside the window. I hear his voice.

"Hidenka? Where is my lady hiding? I have come home to you"

I stand slowly and straighten the bed clothes again. The I rush on silent feet to the foyer. He is standing there, in his traveling clothes, just as my imagination told me. His is just as tall and striking as he has always been. His dark hair is neatly held back, and his dark blue eyes are focused on me. He knows.

"You are flushed, dear one. What have you been doing?"

I cannot speak for a moment. Then I bow.

"Welcome home, Sensei Kowaku"

He smiles, and nods. Then he also bows.

"My lady"

As I straighten up, he is at my side. He places one hand on the smalls of my back, and guides me close to him. I place my cheek against his chest and breath in his scent. I can smell the cherry blossoms. I close my eyes as I let the feelings wash over me again. He is pressed against me, close enough to know, close enough to let his hands wander. I gasp.

"I see that my lady was anticipating my arrival"

He smiles as he places a moist finger to his lips.


Monday, December 17, 2007

Coming Home

Three days is a long time. But then Sensei says that I am not a patient person, and I know this to be true. I have been waiting three days for him to return home. And three days is a long time. I am thinking that this must be a lesson that Sensei is teaching me. Patience is a virtue, he says, especially when one is...here, with me. I have often thought of these words, wondered at there exact meaning. Another lesson that Sensei will teach me later I guess. Even thinking of it makes me impatient to know!

Sensei is due to home in four hours. Only four more hours! I go over what I have done in his absence. Every morning I would rise early for my meditation. I do so on the insistence of Sensei. He says that a calm mind can more easily handle his lessons. And Oh! How true I have found this to be! After this, I would take a small meal. Then I would set about the tasks that he had set for that day. Most involved up-keep of our home, or something obscure that was related to my training. I am proud to say that I completed all of these task, though some were not easy. One of the more difficult was the cold shower - outside. He often speaks highly of my modesty, but he thinks that it needs to be...released a little at the least. So - more lessons.

As I think of the tasks, and how I was able to complete them all, I feel a little proud of myself. I hope that I am able to please Sensei with what I have done. Our home is beautiful; clean and bright. I know that he feels happy here, at peace with the world. I feel that this is dear to him. I think that learning about Sensei is one of the hardest tasks that he has set for me! And even though I have been with him for a time now, he makes it no easier!

Time goes slowly as I wait. I check the rooms one last time. Everything seems in order. But then I notice the papers at my writing desk. I have not tidied these! I hurry to the task. As I shuffle the papers, a small letter falls to the floor. It is written in the hand of my Sensei and is unopened. ow strange that I did not open it when I received it! I open it slowly and carefully so that I can safely put it away later:

" Hidenka,

I know that patients is not a virtue that you posses yet, so I will leave you this note, hidden amongst your papers, where you will find it later as you tidy for my return. As I write this, I am already anticipating my return to your side with...a deep, throbbing fire. I expect you to be ready for me when I return, as I will need your....attention.

Sensei Kowaku"


Oh Sensei! Why does he do such things to me! Now I am forced to wait with pinpricks of anticipation! He knows what it will do to me, and that I must endure. At least I know that he is suffering the same in his wait for me.