Chess

We were talking with my Mistress a lot today. I enjoy these conversations so much. I usually knelt at her feet and I looked up at her beautiful face. She told me her adventures what had happened on last weekend. I was happy because she shared these experiences with me.

I was listening to her and I eager to kiss her kneel. She wore the same red clothes what she had bought for me and red high boots ending just bellow her knees. She looked so beautiful and I was so happy that I could behave as I had behave some days ago. I kissed her kneels gently. Her wonderful odor filled my nose as my lips walked slowly on her silky knees. She smiled and reminded me that I was allowed to kiss only her feet without permission.

I closed my eyes; I failed again. I was afraid to look at her. I was ashamed and my face burnt. I gathered all my force and opened my eyes. I bowed my head and begged for mercy. She forgave me. She knew me and understood my state of mind. She smiled at me and allowed me to kiss her kneels. I kissed them as gently as I could. I kissed her with love. My feelings flew from my heart through my lips to her long legs.

Arta stood up and ordered me to follow her. She went upstairs to the bedroom. I wondered of her intends. I usually massaged her fragile body in the bedroom. She turned from the bed and opened the door of the balcony. There was a chess table on the balcony near the deckchair. I followed her; my heart was beating loudly. She passed the deckchair and and sat down at the chess table. I started to tremble. I tried to force myself to be quiet but I was unable to stop the shivering of my body.

She ordered me to sit down. I obeyed. My stomach lifted to my throat. Each time we had played chess, I had made mistakes. I was sure that I would be punished today, too. She looked at my pale face and asked what the matter with me was. I whispered slowly. She was calming down me. She said that she would not punish me independently on the finish of the game. I trusted her. I knew that she was a good Mistress, but my body continued shivering.

I looked at the chess table and saw that somebody had started the game and they had not finished. Arta told me to continue the game. She played with black pieces, which closed on white pieces. I knew that she already won the game. I had no chance to win.

While we were playing, two of her friends arrived. One of them seemed to be a master of this game. We were playing and I lost the game.


Arta took me to the bedroom and caressed me. I loved these hugs. I loved to hold her slender body, which was full of vital force. Recently, she hugged me before going to bed. I never mentioned her, but these hugs were the biggest reward for me.

She did not chain me to the bed this night. It was a reward, I know. Of course, I was thankful her to leaving me free for night. However, I liked to be bound to the bed. Yes, it was uncomfortable to sleep cuffed and locked to the bed. But, my Mistress enjoyed locking me and I loved to please her. I knew she was amused by chaining me to the bed and I her amusement was one of the best gifts she could give me.