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“Why is it okay, princess?”
“Because,” she smiles at me. “I trust you.”
“Take off your dress.”
Lily doesn’t falter at the hasty command. Without standing up, she quickly slides her dress off. She sits at my f
eet, naked, and looks at up me. Her eyes are filled with hope and excitement, along with something else.
Longing, maybe?
Desire?
Passion?
“What’s your favorite part of your body, love?”
“Hmm,” Lily looks down at herself for a second. She raises her hands and looks at them, and then she sets them back on her knees. “I would have to say my hands.”
“Interesting,” I murmur, dropping to my knees in front of her. I take her palms in mine and hold them. “Tell me why.”
“These hands can do so much. My face is pretty. At least, I think it is on most days. My boobs? They look great now, but someday, they’ll sag. My belly is pretty flat, but there will come a day when it is not. Every part of me that makes me pretty is going to change, except for my hands.”
I hold Lily’s hands as she explains to me why she’s beautiful, and my heart soars because this girl is incredible. I have never thought of her as shallow, but I expected her to tell me she liked her eyes or her smile or her breasts. I didn’t expect her to say her hands.
I didn’t expect her to be so deep.
I didn’t expect her to give me such an incredible, unique answer.
“These hands are going to hold my belly when I get pregnant someday. They’re going to cling to my child as I rock him to sleep. They’re going to be hand-in-hand with the man I marry. They’re going to do so many things.”
She smiles and nods, looking at me, and my eyes fill with tears.
“Hey now,” Lily whispers. “I know I’m new to all of this, but I thought the Dom was supposed to make the sub cry: not the other way around.”
“BDSM is what we make of it.”
“I know.”
I kiss her forehead, still holding her hands, and then I get to my feet and look down at my submissive for the evening.
“You really are beautiful,” I tell her.
“Thank you.”
“Now let’s get you tied up.”
**
It only takes a few minutes for me to produce some soft ties and secure Lily’s arms behind her back.
“How’s that, sweetheart?”
She tests the bonds, wiggling her body, and my eyes focus on the way her breasts bounce with each jerk of her arms.
“Well, I can’t escape,” she whispers.
“Do you want to escape?”
