ANR and The Magical Part 1

I walked up to her house and I could tell from the outside that this was a woman who was the master of her domain. How odd it seemed, knowing that she identified herself as a sub. But in my talks with her, I could tell there was a bit of a dominant streak, even if it was limited to passion only.
There were several half-burned candles, of differing earthy colors, as well as a few hung up crystals around her door. Its hard to explain why the vibe was such, but it was both comforting and alluring.
As she opened the door, her piercing hazel eyes looked upon me, with an eye brown raised. “Darth, I presume.”
I laughed, and nodded, “Yes.”
She stepped aside, “You may enter.”
As I did, she closed the door behind her and slowly latched several locks. She was wearing a flowery dress that was quite low cut. With her back still facing me, her head turned and again, those eyes cut right into me. She raised an eye brow as the rest of her turned around. She held out her hand, “Well…”
I thought about it for a moment and then remembered what I had said to her in the beginning. I told her that upon entering a woman’s house, I always surrender my keys and my phone. I reached into my pocket, and retrieved both. I bowed my head and placed the objects in her hand. She smiled as her eyes squinted. “The room to your left. Go in there, and sit on the right-hand side of the couch.” I bowed me head, “Yes Ma’am.”
Her smiled dimmed and her eyes brows raised, as if to say, ‘Now!’
I walked past her and into the room. She did not follow. I assumed that she went to deposit my belongings in a secret place.
As I sat on the pearl white couch, I noticed the number of crystals around me. The décor was elegant-gothic, or well…witchy? Either way, I was not simply in someone’s home, I was inside their lair. There was a presence about the room. It was inviting, but also authoritative. I thought that I might be manifesting my own sub-nature upon her and seeing what was not there. Perhaps my projections were clouding my thoughts. I decided to relax a bit and let my mind pause the fantasy that perhaps was building.
As I continued to sit there, I now felt this was leaning into a strategy of power. She was making me wait on purpose, to see how I reacted to it. As I continued to look around the room, I noticed how well the colors of the room were thought out. It was a very earthy toned room, with hints of red and brown. I listened closely, trying to detect any movement from her when she suddenly entered the room, wearing a white silk robe
I sat up, almost feeling guilty of even in trouble. There was air about her. She was crying a drink of some sort, wine mostly likely. She sat down on the left side of the couch, and eyed me again. “Are you comfortable sitting on my couch?”
“I smiled, yes Ma’am.”
She smiled at me. “You are very peculiar. Your writing style is intoxicating I must admit. The entire reason you are sitting on my couch is because of your writings. You know that right?”
“I just write how I feel and how ANR makes me feel.”
She pointed at me, “Exactly. I know how having my breast suckled feels to me, but knowing how much you enjoy it and how it feels for you, enhances my enjoyment. I want to know that the person serving me is enjoying themselves as much as I am. You are not a sub to me ad much as you are a sub to ANR. Would you agree?”
I smiled, “That is a fascinating insight. I would say that ANR is mutually selfish and equally serving at the same time. Each participant is doing it both for their own enjoyment and the passionate embrace of the other………”
As I was talking, she opened the robe and the artwork of her tattoos crossed my eyes as the silk fabric fully parted and her breasts were exposed.
She smiled at me, “Did I interrupt your thought process?”
I could feel the flushness in my face. “Yes Ma’am…”
Again, those hazel eyes looked deep into me. “Describe to me what you are seeing, as if you were writing it.”
I looked down at her breasts, “Those milky white breasts, colorful and perfect with their artwork, staring at me, with erect nipples, almost beckoning for long slow suckles and deep relaxing relief. All I can think about is extending my tongue and allowing the nipple to ride up and down as my lips massage those beautiful areolas.”
I could see her breathing increase….”Crawl, but continue…”
I slide off the couch as her legs opened and she made a path for me. I began crawling to her….
“I can see the stress in them. The have been used, but never properly served. I can feel the soreness where the underwire rises and the stress in your chest from the relentless fight of gravity, but you certainly have not lost such a battle…” She sat up…”Your breasts are perfect in their shape and in their statue…”
I crawled even closer, my lips now just inches from her beautiful nipple. She reached down and put her hand under my chin. “…And you will obey me. You will service me to my liking, until I say otherwise.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“And no matter what. If I text, take a call, or even record you, you will not stop until you are told, and you will do as told…correct?”
Yes Ma—
Her hands quickly grabbed the back of my hand and her nipple was pressed into my mouth. My tongue extended as my lips closed over her areola. She let out a long sigh, and head my head firm. She leaned back on the couch, pulling my head with her. Time just slipped by…..
When she had her fill. She looked at me…”You’re my property, do you understand. You are not my boyfriend. You are not my friend. You have a place on my shelf. Do you accept this?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Next time we will work on a new skill, in addition to your breast duties.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
As she let me out the door, I suddenly realized she never have me back my phone or my keys. She I went to knock on her door, I felt something in my pocket. I reached in, and it was my things!
When I pulled out my phone, where was a picture waiting for me to see. She was leaning back on the couch, with her finger touching her bottom lip, and in my head, I felt an overwhelming sense of loyalty and servitude. I was her property.