Date: Mon, 12 Jul 2010 20:09:03 +0100
From: Pearse Jackson
Subject: Her Eyes
Her Eyes
Chapter 1
Jamie walked determinedly towards his house, trying to ignore the soft
panting of the
young girl behind him.
Jamie Laring, a rich, modern man, was by no means held down by social
constraints. He had made hundreds of millions of dollars from age seventeen
to thirty-one, and now was practically retired, his company run by his
trusted advisors. He wasn't a
fan of business, wasn't a fan of city life; but like a elementary school
child who had a knack for maths, despite abhorring the subject, he had a
knack for business.
He had lived in a huge, city mansion
before, but now in practical retirement, he had found himself a beautiful
house on the outskirts of a small mountain town. There was a small stream
nearby, which had a small falls at one part that Jamie enjoyed bathing
in. Trees, ancient and proud, surrounded his house. His friends, bigshots
everyone of them, couldn't understand his youthful joy
at finding the place, nor the way he chose not to splash his cash around.
Another thing he thought he didn't care for was the bodyservant, and sexual
servant trade. He was a practical man, and a ladys' man, so he thought he
didn't enjoy those things.
Until he saw Patai......
His friend, Jeremy Hartly, indulged heavily in those trades, and everytime
they met, he waved one of his ''girls'' at Jamie, offering her to him (they
were feminised boys; some had breasts, some had feminine curves, and some
even had pussies). Jamie always refused.
But Patai was different from those other girls.......most of them were
eager to please, some threw themselves at Jamie, caressing him
inappropriately. Patai had looked up at him, from under that airy fringe of
hers, and the eyes that met his, wide, brilliant blue eyes, were full of
sorrow, full of fear. Her body was beautiful, and the lack of breasts was a
sign she possessed a surgery given vagina, but it was those eyes that drew
him to her.
He reached his house, and opened the door, turning back to Patai. She
looked at him, her cheeks a little rosy, hair tousled from the light wind,
her bare legs winking at him in the sun, under her black thigh-length
dress. He shivered, and tried to contain his arousal at the
thought that maybe she looked like that after sex. That she looked that
beautiful after sex.....
She preceded him inside, siddling past him nervously in her high heels. She
looked around the house, while Jamie tried, and failed, not to look at the
back of her legs, failed not
to think about kissing her on the side of her throat, where her gorgeous,
brown hair could tickle his throat while he did so. She walked
into the sitting room slowly, as if trying to come to terms with her new
surroundings. Like a cute kitten, Jamie thought inanely, bridling at his
arousal.
''Sit, sit,'' Jamie suggested, walking over swiftly to seat himself on the
wide, four-person couch, while she selected an armchair. He blessed that he
at least refused the urge to look under her dress while she settled
herself. Jamie couldn't believe he was being so childish.
She looked at him, and the breath was swept from him. She was......oh, she
was stunning. Her smooth, heart-shaped face, so innocent but beautiful, her
thin, but ripe looking
lips drawing in breath, still a little huskily from the walk, distracting
him for a moment. While she didn't possess breasts, Jamie had to muse she
had been subject to estrogen injections, because her chest had a small
swell to it, her hips a beguiling curve. Her legs.......only slightly sun
kissed, like the rest of her, looked so elegant, so graceful. They made
Jamie's hands tremble with the urge to caress them.
''Master, do you require something of me?'' the young girl's lilting voice
enquired of him, waking him to how he had been staring at her. She looked
uneasy; her voice had more than a hint of a shake to it.
''No, Patai, I apologise for staring,'' Jamie hastily responded. She tucked
her chin in, and bit her lip softly, as she looked to one side, a blush in
her cheeks. Jamie stood up, trying to
walk casually to the window to gaze out of it. Instead, he tried
desperately to dispel how aroused he was, willed the erection in his pants
to relax.
Her hands resting on his muscular shoulders made him hitch in his
breathing. ''Does Master wish for a massage?'' she whispered softly, her
little, delicate hands already rubbing his shoulders. The feel of her small
hands on the breadth of his shoulders was indescribeable.......he simply
closed his eyes, and enjoyed it for a
few moments, before coming to his senses. He turned slowly, Patai's hands
leaving his shoulders, hanging by her sides as she looked up into his
eyes. He would have kissed her right there, felt those beautiful, sweet
lips against his, except for the sorrow in her eyes, the tremble that made
her body shake. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, rubbing only
softly, as he whispered, concerned at how his touch made her wince almost
unnoticeably, ''Are you alright, Patai?''
''Of course, Master.....,'' she whispered back, not meeting his eyes. The
anguish he felt at realising she feared him was heart clenching. He willed
his voice not to tremble with suppressed emotion, as he whispered, ''Patai,
I won't hurt you. I won't do anything to you that you don't want.''
Her eyes came back to meet his, her brow slightly furrowed, as if
incredulous at what he said. ''I mean it,'' he continued quietly, savouring
how close he was to her, knowing he might never be again. Her scent filled
his nose......
''Master, its not
my place to forbid you anything......,'' she said, confusion in her voice.
''You can call me Jamie, Patai,'' Jamie told her, ''and it
is your place.'' He gently guided her onto the couch, sitting not too
close to her on it. ''Would it be ok if I asked why you're afraid, Patai?''
Even to him, the question sounded full of desperation; he wanted her, but
didn't want to make love to her if she was unwilling.
She
looked at him, her eyes tormented, as if an inner battle took place within
her mind. To Jamie's dismay, her lips began trembling, and soon she was
sobbing. Jamie moved closer, and wrapped his arms around her. ''I'm sorry,
Patai, you don't need to tell me,'' he whispered, his heart
dropping in despair. She had tensed to hard when he hugged her, as if
waiting for a grope, an inappropriate caress, but continued her sobbing
when she realised he simply wished to comfort her.
When it had stilled, he broke the embrace, saddened to have to, but knowing
she didn't favour his touch. ''I'm going to go for a run, Patai, before it
gets dark out,'' he told the side of her face, while she looked into the
empty fireplace. ''If you want, there's a shower near my bedroom, or you
can go for a dip in the stream nearby.'' When it didn't get a response, he
told her, awkwardly, ''I'm sorry, Patai, truly.''
Jamie
took a towel with him, slung it over his shoulder, and went out the door.
Chapter 2 The sky starting to go a duller blue, Jamie reached the pool
under where the falls were. He had needed the run, to work off some energy,
to get rid of some pent up emotion. He hoped Patai was feeling better. He
was mopping his face with the towel when he stepped out of the trees into
the clearing of the pool.
Patai
was in it......Jamie stared at her naked body. The water was waist-high,
leaving her entire back, as she was turned away from him, naked to his
hungry eyes. The delicacy, the grace of her back, the little valley of skin
over her spine, her hair stuck to the skin of her neck....... God, I need
it so badly, Jamie thought to himself. He
walked more casually than he felt to the pool, stripping. He disturbed the
girl, who spun fearfully to gaze at him. He looked once at her, then
at the ground, as he stripped naked. That one look, was enough to know her
nipples were bright pink and erect, her lips shining as if through gloss
because of the water, shining a ruby red at him, her skin glistening. He
could just see the swell of her hips, before she sank deeper in.
''Sorry, Patai,'' he hailed her, walking into the pool, ''I need a bit of a
dip myself, after my run. Please, continue bathing, don't mind me.''
She had stared at his naked, semi-erect
cock, and now chose to stare at the tightly packed muscles of his
chest. She took a single step towards him, eyes locked on his body, and he
dared to hope for a brief moment. But, she then inhaled deeply, and turned
away, obviously with effort. That didn't comfort Jamie, who restrained from
cursing his luck out loud.
They both stroked the water onto their bodies. Jamie heard the falls
falling on her as she went under it, but knew touching would follow seeing
that sight, so he stepped out from the pool, and began to dry himself off
with his towel. When he had fully dried and clothed himself, he turned to
see Patai surveying him, wide eyed. She hastily turned to one side when he
looked back at her. She seemed to want to leave the pool, but was obviously
uncomfortable that he'd be able to see her.
''Dress yourself, Patai,'' he bade her, turning away, ''I won't look.''
It seemed to take an eternity, the noises of her drying her skin with her
own towel, the rustle of her dress. ''I'm dressed,'' she whispered,
startling him. She had come closer, without him even hearing.
He
led the way back to the cabin. He suggested sleeping, and she agreed, more
to respond than out of any genuine agreement, he bitterly felt. He
realised, with his heart beginning to pulsate loudly, that he only
possessed one bedroom.
She, again, tucked her chin in and bit her
lower lip softly upon hearing this. ''Should I sleep on the couch?'' she
whispered, hesitantly, barely above a whisper. Clearly, she felt this kind
of ''insolence'' with another master would earn her punishment.
''The bed's wide, Patai. Sleep with me, I won't touch you, or do anything
to you, I promise,'' he responded desperately.
If he couldn't make love to her, maybe, at the very least, he could fill
his lungs with her scent, feel the warmth of her body under the covers as
he went to sleep.
She looked at him fearfully, but nodded. He led the way, and stripped to
his underwear in front of her. The room was dark, the air outside
approaching pitch blackness, so he hoped she wasn't too perturbed by his
stripping. Moments later, he heard
her dress fall to the floor, and felt the opposite side of the bed cover
lift. She slipped in silently, so silently he could hear his heart
thud.
He slowly reached a hand across, to gently touch her cheek. ''Sweet dreams,
Patai,'' he whispered, reluctantly taking his hand away. He waited until
the girl's breathing became more rhythmic, before falling asleep himself.
Chapter 3
Jamie woke up, coming alert as
he heard an odd noise. He gasped softly, as he realised what it was.
Patai was sobbing against the pillow, whispering words. ''Please,
don't......please......,'' she pleaded, her voice full of torment, of
pain. Jamie stared at her in the darkness, concern making his heart
slow. He slowly reached across to her, and drew her near. She stopped
whispering, but continued to tremble against him. Despite himself, he could
feel her panties rubbing his thigh, felt her warmth radiating against his,
and mingling under the close covers.
Her trembling apruptly stopped. He heard her gasp, and felt her pull
away. He let her go, reaching to one side of the bed to light a lamp. She
closed her eyes tight against the sudden light, but then opened them,
staring at him fearfully. She was propped up on one arm; it was an
effort to look into her eyes, and not at the beautiful, little nipples
revealed by the covers pulled up off the bed by her shoulders.
''Patai.....,'' he whispered, ''you were......having a nightmare......''
He thought maybe that'd comfort her, that he hadn't touched her
inappropriately, but instead she looked away, closing her eyes. But not
stopping the tears that leaked from her already red eyelids, or the sobs
that broke dryly from her lips.
He couldn't just sit there, and watch her weep. He pulled her near once
again, and this time, she didn't wince, or react. She thrust her face
against his chest and wet it with her tears. He hesitantly cradled her head
there, mouth wide and inhaling her scent, as his fingers played through her
fine hair, to caress the back of her head. His other hand got to feel the
softness, the smoothness of her lower back, so close to her peach-shaped
ass that his hand trembled on her. Her hands clutched at his right arm, her
body pressed tight against him. He realised, he had never known a greater
moment in his life.
Her sobbing slowly ceased. She raised her head off his chest, her eyes full
of her sorrow as she looked at him. He wet his lips, and, savouringly,
caressed the back of her head and lower back once more, before asking
gently, ''What was your nightmare about?''
He fully expected her to start crying again. To leave the bed, or the
room. Instead, she pushed her cheek against his chest, her soft, beautiful
cheek. ''I have that nightmare a lot......when I was thirteen,
my father came into my room......he fucked me.....''
Jamie's mouth slowly opened in horror.
''He did it every night......then, when I was fourteen, he sold me, like
a cow, to a whorehouse......he said I sucked cock real good, that my
boipussy was tight and hot.....''
Jamie clenched his eyes shut. To hear this sweet, delicate thing say such
things in a dull, dispassionate voice was horrifying. Her chest pushed
against and receded from his as she struggled to say her next words.
''At first, it was ok, at the whorehouse. I was on the first floor, always
fucked in my own bed......most of the guys were gentle enough. Some were
rough, but......in a good way, rough. Then, two months later, the owners
paid for my surgery, to give me a pussy. Then......,'' her voice finally
broke here, struggling desperately with her pent up emotion, ''I was put on
the ground floor.'' She dug her head against her
chest, not sobbing, but obviously overcome.
Jamie felt his gorge rise, and fought it down. The ground floor of
whorehouses......he knew what they consisted of. Couches, slings,
shackles.......boys and girls tied down to be fucked.......
He hugged Patai close. ''The worst part was......,'' Patai suddenly
whispered, in what could barely be called a whisper, ''I liked it, at
first......my father was.....kind, gentle.....I thought, maybe because of
that......,'' her voice breaking as a sob interrupted her story, ''I
deserved to be a whore.''
Tears came to Jamie's eyes, as she sobbed once more, only softly, against
his chest. ''Patai, Patai, its alright,'' he said, trying to be soothing,
but the words came out fiercely, ''I'll never let anyone hurt you
again......you're safe now.''
''Thank you,'' she whispered softly against his chest, shivering as he felt
her warm breath there. She raised her head, and looked into his eyes.
Hers weren't so full of sorrow, now......
''Thank you,'' she whispered once more, and leaned forward, her ruby red
lips pushing against his.
His hand trembled as he rested it at the back of her neck, only very
slightly willing her lips against his, as he tasted the sweetness, and felt
the pliancy of her soft lips. One of her little hands came to rub at his
chest.
She broke the kiss, and tucked her head in under his chin, against his
neck. He was left breathless, his mouth near stinging from the sweetness
of hers.
''Jamie, I.......I'm really tired......,'' she whispered , looking up at
him once more, apologetically. He struggled for breath, and whispered,
''That's ok, Patai......''
She remained there, looking into his eyes. Then a slow, shy smile appeared
on her face. He nearly gasped; it was like the sun shining through the
clouds after a flood. The way her face lifted, the twinkle in her eyes, how
her lips thinned as they pushed closer together........it was nothing short
of heartachingly beautiful.
She leaned forward and kissed his lips again, a shorter kiss than their
previous short kiss, giving him a tantalizing taste of her. He held her
there against his chest, feeling and hearing as her breathing became
regular in slumber.
No boy could possess that beauty, he thought to himself.......he,
whatever his name had been before, was now a she, was now Patai, and was
absolutely beautiful. If he died in his sleep, he'd go to eternity with a
smile on his face, thinking of that first, sweet kiss, that moment she let
him inside her trust. That completely selfless
act of hers.....
He stroked her back very softly, smiling in wonder as she gently mumbled
in her sleep. He closed his eyes, feeling her soft breaths on his chest
as he fell asleep.
End of Part 1
Readers of this story may enjoy some of these other stories I've written:
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/nifty/transgender/authoritarian/new-master/
''New
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''Blood
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''Summer,
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