The Scent of a Rose

The First Lesson...

The house seemed dark and quiet – too quiet now that He was gone.

She wandered through the echoing hallways, His smell, His essence everywhere. From by the door, the young man watched her as she drifted through the house. It was almost like watching a visitor rather than someone who had spent so long within these walls.

“Are you..?”he murmured.

She turned.”I will be fine. I just need a few moments”. She smiled at him, her eyes sombre in the dim light. “I’ll be out in a minute or two.”

He watched her as she turned away and entered the lounge – the room where her Master had died suddenly only a few days earlier. He watched her until she was out of his sight, and then sighed deeply before making his way back out the front door and on to the porch.

She stood just inside the door, the light streaming in through the open windows bathing the room in its soft, yellow warmth. This room had been their place of rest, of peace – of coming together. A place that was theirs to enjoy each others company, often in a deep companionable silence. Next to His chair on the left side was her place. The soft cushion her knees and legs had worn into its unique shape lay rumpled there and without thinking, she moved across the room and settled down beside the chair, resting her hand on the arm rest and leaned her head against it. Her eyes drifted closed and she inhaled deeply.

Here in this room she can still smell Him; the scent of His aftershave, His cigars, His body’s scent, that smell that was all masculine and only His. Her misery and loss welled up inside her chest until the tears pricked her eyelids refusing to fall. Lost in her misery she suddenly noticed His scent growing stronger and the hair at the back of her neck prickled.

Then there was the feeling of His hand sliding up over the back of her head felt so real she almost sobbed aloud. And then...

The whisper came in her ear....

“The first lesson”

She stilled, not breathing.

“Remember the first lesson...”

Her mind slipped back to the first day she came to the house, a nervous submissive following the One she had spent her life looking for.

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He lead her through the house, showing her their room and where she could leave her few belongings before giving her some time to herself to put her things away and shower. Finally He came for her and kissed hergently, holding her close to His warm strength. Setting her gently back He took her hand and lead her to the playroom.

A pale wooden floor with occaisional throw rugs scattered amongst wide chairs, a spanking bench and on the far wall a St Andrews Cross. Upon one wall was a selection of floggers, paddles and other tools of domination. A soft looking blanket was folded and draped over a nearby couch. A tall floor to ceiling window with filmy tied back curtains covered one wall but tonight the moon and stars were easily seen through the clear glass.

To one side was a wide table with cuffs hanging from each corner and it was here He led her. He placed His finger across her lips “Silence my pet, not a word or a sound until I say you can, OK?”

She nodded quickly, anxious to please Him and show Him just how much she loved Him and her willingness to submit to His will.

He helped her up onto the table and bound her to each corner using the padded cuffs. Her arms were spread wide, as were her legs but her limbs were not stretched and she had some room to wriggle as she settled into place. He carefully checked that she was comfortable then placed a blindfold over her eyes.

“Patience my pet” he whispered in her ear, “Wait for me. I’ll be around”. And in the sudden silence she heard him walk away.

Her breath sounded loud in her ears, louder than the pounding of her heart. She strained her ears, listening for his return but could not hear anything. Far off she thought she heard footsteps...a door close. Things moving around...a door slamming shut far away, yes ... definitely that was a cardoor slamming. HE was LEAVING her!

She pulled on the restraints, wriggling in despair but she was locked in tight.

Yes that was a car starting!! 'NO no no. Don’t leave me'  echoed in her head but no sound escaped her mouth as she strained her ears to listen for him. Panic was rising, her breath panting, heart racing. Then she stilled. He said he would be around, He always kept his word. Those sounds were NOT Him. He said he would be here.

She trusted him and relaxed in her bonds.

A soft laugh echoed in her ear... “Good pet, remember this first lesson my love. I will always be with you, even when you cannot see me, I am always with you.” He removed the cuffs and blindfold before picking her up and taking her to the couch. He wrapped her in the blanket before folding her in His arms and comforting her.

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The touch was gone and the sense of Him was fading but she knew He was still with her. She rose stiffly from her seat and kissed the armrest as if His hand still rested there then turned and walked from the room. Head high she stepped out into the sunlight and onto the porch.

“How long were they together Master?” she heard a young woman ask.

“Over 40 years little one”. The voice belonged to the hovering young man.

“How can she bear it Master? What will she do now?”

“She will live with us little one, if she wants to. Otherwise I don’t know”

She stepped around the corner and went up to the pair, her smiling face at odds with the sombre day at hand.”Don’t worry either of you, I won’t come live with you. This house is my home and even though I know my son would love his mother to live with him, I think you two need your time alone and not need me around. Besides, He is still with me and always will be.”

Turning she stepped off the porch and into the rear seat of the front car of the waiting funeral procession.