On whom does her gaze rest? What’s she thinking? What has transpired to leave this expression on her face? What happens next?
I know you see a story here… don’t you? So tell me. It doesn’t have to be elegantly written – I just want to see how your mind works ;)
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I don’t have a complete story, but I do notice a couple of things:
1. The angle of her gaze – She is looking downward so, assuming she is looking into my eyes, I am either sitting on a low stool or kneeling.
2. Her expression – She doesn’t look completely happy, nor completely unhappy. Perhaps it is best captured by saying she is expecting something to be done that hasn’t happened yet. Her pleasure or displeasure is being held in reserve, pending completion.
1). She is looking at the submissive man before her. 2). She’s thinking that she wants him to be completely naked. 3). He has awaited her command, which she noticed. 4). She keeps him up for half the night, training him to become a puppet precisely controlled by her facial expressions and hand gestures.
This one is easy, this is “The look” from a powerful woman that knows her place. This is a familiar look for me and it usually comes into play when she has caught me with my hand in the cookie jar and you have tried to talk your way out of being in trouble. This is the look that I receive just after I have given my Oscar winning performance and she is getting ready to reply with, “You expect me to believe that story?” Then she will ask you to come clean before she acts on her instant.
Wally
“GRANTED”
Arafin © 2010
“Baroness, may I remove your shoes and wash your feet now?”
The man’s voice was humble like that of a timid servant rather than that of a gentleman wearing an expensive silk tuxedo. He remained kneeling as he waited for her answer, head bowed, but not so deeply that he could not crane his eyes upwards to catch the reaction he was hoping so desperately to see, that tiny nod of approval or the slightest wrinkle of the lips to signify the affirmative. The sign never came and he thus trembled with a dizzying mixture of frustration and awe.
Although he knew he did not have permission to gaze upon her, he did so anyway, not seeking to be punished but quite simply unable to avoid the temptation, so powerful was her allure. With arms draped upon the sides of her gilded chair in the most agonizingly nonchalant pose, she just smirked at him a little to let him know that she recognized his transgression.
The hot soapy water in the basin was getting cold and he wanted to ask his Mistress again if he could bath her lovely feet, but he dared not speak a second time. These were the rules and he felt deliciously compelled to obey them. It was like oxygen for his aching lungs, like water for his parched lips. To obey her wishes was a need so strong that it had driven him almost mad with longing at times, but it was a madness he felt addicted to and would not willingly part with for anything in the world.
Then, with soft suddenness perhaps borrowed from some ancient and unexpected wind, she graced his ears with a puff of precious words. “You may wash my feet, dear boy, but not with the contents of that basin.”
For a moment he was confused, not realizing her meaning and becoming puzzled how he would comply. Then, like a child finding an hidden treasure placed cleverly for him to discover, he smiled broadly from ear to ear, a big goofy grin accompanied by a the hot flush of blood rushing to his face, ….. and elsewhere. Inching forward like a frightened deer approaching a water hole where there might be lions, his gaze now fixated solely upon the Baroness’ feet, the gentleman captive allowed himself to be drawn closer and closer to the ecstasy which emanated from his all consuming desire, …. to please HER.
“Your tongue is so rough, little one. It tickles.” She laughed a sparkling shower of cascading pleasure bubbles down on to him as she said this. The spoken words and tinkling laughter were more like molten sunlight to the vein than sound to the ears. Each syllable sent shivers up and down his spine as he licked, a marvelously confounding and ensorceling rhythm of energy, building and building, feverishly seeking escape yet simultaneously longing to be held in forever.
She looks angry. Like maybe I was late. She is waiting for some lame excuse. I am beating my brains out trying to find a way to salvage the evening.
“Oh really? What makes you think you have a choice?
She has just said, “Bring me champagne, and be quick about it.” Her boy is getting up from his knees before complying. She knows that he will be quick, and be back at her feet.
Thank you all for your responses :) I enjoyed reading them.
Arafin – that was a new direction for your stories (the foot cleansing). Interesting :) I find I am now a bit more interested in that than I was before – you made it sound quite appealing.
Lady Julia
I actually don’t find this woman attractive. I think it’s her expression. She looks like she’s angry with me.
I don’t tolerate that anymore. If I’ve done something that inconveniences someone, and she tells me, I’ll offer an apology. Unless I did it intentionally to annoy her or it’s in a class of insults that isn’t readily forgiven, the expectation is that she’ll accept the apology and we move on.
Given that I don’t make a habit of intentionally annoying people nor do I engage in the sorts of activities that should earn me this sort of expression, I don’t expect to (or deserve) to ever see it.
All that being said… I love the blue dress. As a photograph, just like so many of your photos, this one is art.
I think quite much the same way as wandering. But I think she might be waiting for something. That said if I knew I had done something wrong, I would definitively be considering making amends or confessing under that gaze.
Now the other possibility is that she is waiting for her new sub to give her foot massage or perform some other form of service. Maybe the sub is a new one and it is taking him a moment to gather his courage.
He kneels before her waiting for her to respond. He knows he was wrong, but he got caught in some stuff and was a little late. He came in and saw her look. He knew what to do. He got undressed and quickly went and knelt before her. five minutes later he still knelt before her, worried now. She just stared at him. Those eyes were killing him inside. She finally told him to kiss her beautiful red shoe. He did and she began to hypnotize him by moving her red shoe. When she had him under she told him to put his hands behind him and locked her hypnotic cuffs on him. Then she leaned over and whispered in his ear. “That is alright slave you will pay for your disobedience soon.”
Very nice, Mr Hick :) Thank you for sharing your story.