Her full, shining lips part, a soft exhalation of pleasure and relief slipping through them. She shudders as His voice ripples over her, and a heated gasp is caught in her chest, thrusting her full globes in silent plea towards the heavens.

She catches the faint flicker of movement from beneath the screen of her lashes, and quickly bobs her golden head.

With the tantalizing sound of cloth rubbing on cloth, her upper body tilts forward, falling onto palms splayed upon the thick, cushioning carpet. The burly white pile seems to swallow the hushed sounds of her movement as her hips writhe, her legs extending and retracting, her tawny arms flashing in and out of the pools of light that dapple across the rippling sea of ivory carpet. Bobbing, dancing mounds of flesh appear between the robe's lapels, her gently curving heart shaped derriere disappearing and then reappearing beneath the rippling folds of the pristine cloth that harbors her inner self.

His voice pours into her being, and as her body glides to rest before Him, the subtle glow of His boots before her. She feels fulled to bursting as His words echo within her very soul, and thus her deeply indrawn breath is inundated with Him - His scent, His presence, the very air He breathes, mayhap...

Her coppery legs draw up beneath her hips once more, her torso bending down, down, arms twining about the malevolently glowing smoothness before her.

She bends her head, coral lips pursing, puckering gently, her pent up breath fogging against the glistening surface as first one, and then both of His dark shoes are kissed gently. She bows her head, dropping until her faintly flushed, slanted cheek falls between the towering presence of His boots and exhales.

The words tumble from her tongue - little more than a rush of air, less than a whisper.

"A girl seeks Your presence, and Your pleasure, sweet Master," he intones, then falls into perfect stillnes and silence.