Passive Voice Revisited

It had been years since that sultry night in the dungeon.  And, even though, our time together was over I could still recall every moment in detail.  He was slightly older and wiser, with the cat eyes I remember.  No matter age, he still had that animal grace and magnetism of his youth.  Muscular and trim, I purred with heat again.

Our eyes met in the crowded room.  The annual event for doms and masters to show off their lovely slaves.  I had forgone bringing my new slave this year, I know this was unexpected, but what else is new.  I wasn't quite happy with him at the time anyways. 

My old slave was no longer a slave, but now a master of a pretty young girl.  She was dressed to perfection in an off white gown which flowed to the ground from an empire waist.  Very romantic, very Regency, and very virginal.  Around her throat was a diamond studded collar with leash which he held easily in his deceptive strong grip.

Her dark locks were piled in sweet curls showing her delicate alabaster neck.  I could see no visible mark on her.  I licked my lips.  I so wanted to watch him work her. 

I gracefully made my way over to them.  My intent clear to him.  "My, it's been ages, love."  I patted his lapel as he bent to kiss my cheek.

"Yes, it's been too long, Lana."  He replied with a wicked glint of remembrance. 

I laughed softly as I raised my brow and silently asked permission to touch the female slave.  A slight nod was all I needed as I caressed her cheek and made my way down her neck to place my hand against her chest.  Her heart was beating wildly. 

"I know what you want, Lana."

"Will you give it to me?" 

Our eyes never left the others.  I heard her whimper next to me but didn't acknowledge her small outburst.  I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her to us as I pulled his head down to mine for a kiss.  Velvet tongues played with memories of hot nights of pain and pleasure.  I felt hot and wet, flooded with need.  As he lifted his head, I heard him whisper, "Yes." 

He tapped her under her chin with a riding crop.  The look in his eyes brook no hesitation from the girl, as the three of us left the ballroom and headed for the private dungeons.  She walked ahead of us on the leash, each movement revealing her nudity under the gown. 

She was perfection.  Elegant and well mannered.  I envied him that in this slave since the one I had was becoming sloppy due to his over fondness of the whip.  I loved to work a slave but not to the point that I grew exhausted.  It just wasn't worth it.  I sighed under my breath.

Finally we reached the bottom of the stairs and the double archway with its old oak doors.  Better to hide the screams of slaves, I smiled.  The girl and I waited as he opened the doors. 

"After you, my sweets," he grinned as the door swung open.  The room was just as I left it.  A fire roared in the fireplace, shining off the black granite of the mantle.  Burgundy rugs and blond wood finish.  I loved this room and its warmth.  I walked over to my favorite chair and sat to watch the performance.