Free Temporary Master by dakota trace

other submissives call me Master. I assure you it’s an honorary title and
nothing more. I don’t have a submissive at the moment and…” He gave her a soft
smile. “…I only have one submissive at a time.”
    She cocked her head. “And why’s that, Sir?”
    “Because I prefer to give all my attention to one submissive
rather than divide my attention between several.” He stepped back. “Now,
as I mentioned I have a certain way I do things. Not only is it steeped in my
heritage, but it’s also the way I trained under my own nawashi. It not only gives my submissive a
routine to depend upon, it also helps center both of us before we embark upon
the pleasurable task of binding you with ropes. Are you ready to learn?”
    “Yes,
Sir.”
    He
nodded, offering her his hand. “Good, let’s begin.”
    * * * *
    Sabella
stared around the room while she finished lighting the last candle as her Dom
had requested. Around the room, several other candles flickered and a gentle
trail of smoke drifted from the incense on top of the potbelly stove at the far
end of the room. In the background, the soft rhythmic sounds of tribal drums
thumped from the hidden speakers. When he’d first asked her to turn on the
music, she’d expected to hear something of Asian descent, but this music was
more Native American or perhaps African with its drums and flutes. It was a
very relaxing sound, but despite it, she found herself wound tightly, her skin
tingling in the anticipation of his touch. But so far he’d stayed on the far
side of the room, merely watching her, and instructing when need be. Once she
was done, she assumed the nadu position as he requested. Sinking to her
knees, she parted her thighs wide, kept her shoulders back, all the while
placing her hands palm up on her knees and keeping her eyes lowered
submissively but head held high.
    “You
have excellent form, Sabella. Your previous Doms taught you well.” Ethan
crouched down next to her, rubbing his thumb over her cheek. She watched in
fascination as he retrieved a leather thong from his pocket and tied back his
dreadlocks.  “Now that you’ve assured the correct setting for our session,
it’s time for the next step.” He stood and disappeared from view. After hearing
a rustle behind her, she nearly jumped out of her skin as he knelt down, the
heat of his thighs pressing against the outside of hers, his chest pressed to
her back. A sigh of relief escaped her as she realized he still wore the linen
pants. “I need to align our centers, now. To do this I like to employ a
technique called synchronized breathing. And I normally do this shirtless. It’s
easier to feel and see the rhythm of your breathing. Remove your shirt, sub.”
    Sabella
stiffened in surprise, not expecting any nudity, but then again she wouldn’t be
naked, would she? She’d still have her bra on. With trembling fingers, she
tugged at the bottom off her tee and pulled it up. She calmed as his fingers
assisted hers in guiding it over her head. She released it without so much as a whimper, curious to see what was next. But he didn’t
throw it as she’d expected. No, instead he neatly folded it and laid it just
next to his thigh.
    “Good
girl.” He spoke softly. “Now, I’m going to pull you against me so we can feel
skin against skin. I’m not playing a trick on you.”
    Then
he guided her in leaning against him. She gasped at the press of his warm skin
against her back. She hadn’t realized how warm his body actually was. His
cologne teased her nose as she turned her head and found her cheek pressed
against his collarbone.
    He
shifted closer. “Now, we’re going to begin kokyo-ho. ” He wrapped his
arms around her. “Shhh, it’s merely breathing. I need you to concentrate on
matching your breathing to mine. Feel my chest rise and fall, pattern your breathing after mine. Can you do that?”
    Overloaded
with unfamiliar sensations, she struggled at first with her focus, but he
didn’t get