Chapter One
Aysha stepped from the shower; an instant wave of cold air greeted her pale skin and created a stampede of goose bumps. The sound of Damali's careful movements in the next room brought a smile upon her rosy lips. Vigilantly she wrapped a towel around her small figure before clearing the fog from the mirror. Bright blue eyes stared back from the parallel image cast within the glass, the jade hues reflected the love she felt for her mistress. She ran a comb through her blonde hair and watched the golden locks part into several new clumps of curls. Finally she stepped from the bathroom once again greeted by a fresh wave of cold air creating even more goose bumps.
"Hello, Aysha. I thought you had gotten lost in there …" A seductive chuckle matched the voice that spoke from the other side of the bed room causing the girl to echo the Mistress's laugh.
"I'm sorry Madam; I just wanted to look my best for you." Her voice was gentle as she stepped closer to Damali, the details of her gorgeous face coming into focus. "What may I wear today Madam?" She let her gaze travel to the closet before looking back up into chocolate brown eyes as she moved closer to her.
"How about …" Damali reached past her and pulled out a pair of jeans and a nice beaded tank top. The jeans she chose were her favorite; they hugged Aysha's rear with perfection, and clung down her leg to her knees where they flared out. She wore them so much that the back pockets were beginning to wear out so now she was only allowed to sport them around the house. "…I'm going to go run some errands my pet. While I'm gone you may eat what ever you wish for breakfast then I would like you to clean the entire house. Is that understood?" Her tone was gentle but firm with the command she set upon the submissive. When Aysha nodded her Mistress smiled. "Very good my pet. I will only be a few hours …"
She nodded softly again and then let the cotton towel slipped form her body to the floor, her curves glowed in the artificial light from the lamp. Her Mistress stepped towards her and wrapped her arms around Aysha's bare waist pulling her closer. "You know I love you my pet…" Her voice vibrated into Aysha's hair as she leaned down moving the golden locks with her nose. She shivered from the woman's touch before tilting her head to the side letting Damali claim her like she had so many times before.
"Damali …" Aysha's voice whispered her mistress's name as she felt the woman's hands tracing down her hip bones. "… Please …" She begged, already able to feel the throb of desire start to take over. She knew once her Mistress started she wouldn't want to stop. "…you have errands Madam …" Her voice was even weaker this time as she already began to submit herself to the beauty that owned her. A soft chuckle was felt, more then heard, coming from Damali's chest. Her lips finding their way to Aysha's 'spot' on her neck, the soft bite she produced caused Aysha's knees to buckle with pleasure.
Damali traced her nails teasingly over Aysha's clit causing the girl to grab on the woman's waist to keep from falling to her knees at this tempting touch. Damali felt Aysha's pulse quickening so she stepped back and turned the girl around to face her. Their eyes met with perfect harmony before Aysha was pulled up off her feet and kissed harshly by her mistress. Finally Damali broke the kiss and placed the girl back on her feet. "I'm going out I'll be back …" With that said she left leaving Aysha there standing with her mouth wide open.
Just as Damali left the house the phone rang, Aysha ran to it and picked it up. "Hello?" A mans voice greeted her with sounds of passion coming from the other end.
"Aysha …"
