A Matter of Law

Preferring to sleep a bit later on most work mornings, Miss Christina usually showers the night before. On weekends she will often take a long leisurely bath, with me kneeling by the side of the tub helping to bathe her. I always arise an hour earlier than her, quickly shower and shave, then dress for the day before making my way down to the kitchen to prepare her coffee and breakfast. I have my own there while making hers. At precisely the time she has instructed me to wake her for the day I enter the bedroom, set her breakfast tray on the bureau, and go over to kiss her forehead to gently awaken her. She generally groans, sighs and then stretches as I stand to the side, and then as she rises to go to the bathroom for her morning needs I prop up all of her pillows so that she can sit in the bed when she returns to eat her morning repast. As she does so she instructs me on what clothes she wishes to wear for the day, and I gather them for her and then wait for her to finish eating. Once done, she dresses while I make the bed and clean her dishes, and then we leave together for work.

But my tasks and duties at night in the bedroom are far different, as is the case this night. I stood in the middle of the room and waited patiently for about fifteen minutes until she finished with her shower and emerged from the en suite wearing her luxurious gold terry cloth robe and a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She greeted me with her radiant smile which never fails to buckle my knees. I followed her to her large mirrored vanity where I pulled her chair out for her to sit. I unwrapped the towel from her long damp honey colored hair. She then handed me a wide toothed comb and I carefully combed out any snarls. Taking out a portable hair dryer I proceeded to blow dry her hair while continuing to comb it, and when it was finally fully dry she passed me back her hair brush for further care.

As I went on with long smooth strokes I couldn't help but look at her reflection in front of me, her eyes closed and a contented half smile curling up her lips. After about five minutes she opened her eyes and met mine in the mirror and her smile widened once again.

"I think I would like a massage tonight, Charles." she informed me.

"Whatever you wish, Miss Christina."

Being allowed to give her a body massage is not an every day happening. She usually only 'asks' for one or at most two a week, and usually only on the weekends. But it had been a very trying day for her at work and she needed more tension to be kneaded out this night.

I pulled back her chair for her to rise and she walked over to the edge of the bed where I helped her to remove her robe. As always her perfect nudity transfixed me and I stood paralyzed for a moment as she lay down prone on the bed. With a halting breath I roused myself and after rubbing a generous amount of her scented body lotion onto my hands I began my ministrations at the back of her neck and upper shoulders, pressing and rotating my thumbs deeply into her muscles there, then working my fingers down the backs of her arms before coming up to dig in with the heels of my hands across her upper back.

As I felt her begin to relax and the knots melt away I switched to longer, smoother strokes down to her lower back, until I came to the luscious, delicate mounds of her buttocks. There I spent extra time plying and squeezing, as she languidly began to wiggle beneath my efforts. Oh so reluctantly I finally moved on to the backs of her thighs, down her calves, eventually to arrive at her feet where after working out the stress in both of her soles I finished by playing with each one of her toes between my fingers. When I was done with the last little one she rolled over onto her back, bent her knees upward, and spread them apart.

"It's time for my nightcap, Charles." she murmured.

Unlike her massage, Miss Christina's nightcap was a daily occurrence, and was my favorite activity of the day. Beneath her cool, calm, confident, and ever so in control exterior, which was all the rest of the world ever sees, there lay within her, please pardon the cliche though it is truly appropriate, a smoldering volcano waits to be untapped and unleashed each night by my lips, tongue and fingers, which brings forth within her cataclysms of indescribable ecstacy and pleasure.

Occasionally, when the sprit so moves her, after being fully satisfied, her fires finally quenched and banked, she might allow me temporary parole from my plastic prison, to see to my own exquisite relief, made even more so by its randomness and my total lack of choice. Sometimes it would be by my own hand under her amused gaze. Sometimes it would be with her own. And sometimes, blessedly, I would be granted entrance into the hallowed halls of her own Supreme Court, where I would urgently press forward my petition with motion after vigorous motion, driving her to yet another pinnacle of judicial jubilation, which when it reached it absolute height I would finally be given permission to exuberantly expel my entire pent up caseload deeply within her docket.

After allowing some time for each of us to recover ourselves and scale back down from that mountaintop, I am always then required to travel further down to orally expunge every drop and shred of evidence of my malfeasance from her chambers, which invariably produces one final small peak of shuddering delight for her before she drifts of to sleep.

As I bent my head forward to bury my face between her legs this night, I could only hope and pray, as I did every night, that this would be such a one. I could see that her outer folds were already moist, and I slipped out the tip of my tongue to taste and caress them. Unlike the wheels of justice, the wheels of passion progress better when they move slowly. I ran my lips up and down the opening of her font, eliciting a soft moan from above. Nuzzling deeper I slid my tongue out once again, this time farther and more purposefully, invading her inner sanctum and carefully exploring every crevice as her hips began to slowly sway. Moving my tongue in and around I sought for and finally found her treasure, the seat of her power and glory, enveloping it fully and firmly with my lips and teeth, and her sways became writhes as I sucked and suckled. I introduced first one, and then a second finger down within her, spreading and swirling, causing her to begin to thrash. Withdrawing them then I moved my mouth again firmly upon her gateway and thrust my fully extended tongue forcefully in and out, time and again, until with an inarticulate cry she abruptly sat forward, grabbed the back of my head with her hands as she clamped her thighs tightly against it to prevent any escape.

And she erupted.

Torrents of her hot liquid magma sluiced forward into and around my mouth onto my face, scorching and marking me as her seismic spasms continued, seemingly without end, until finally they slowly began to subside with smaller and smaller aftershocks. She suddenly relaxed her legs and released my head from her hands and fell back onto the bed as I knelt back on my heels ... waiting ... hoping ... praying ...

After many minutes she begin to stir.

"Come up to bed now, Charles."

I quickly quashed my momentary despair. There would be no reprieve this night, and my plaintiff would remain crushed within its confines for yet another day. But any disappointment would soon be soothed and comforted away as I climbed into her bed and under the covers she held open for me, as she did each and every night, to spend it nestled together in each other's arms. As she cuddled up to me she brought her lips to mine and we shared a long, deep, soul shattering kiss.

"I love you so very, very much, my little Charlie." she breathed when she finally pulled her lips away.

"And I adore you." I responded ardently

"I know." she smiled. "That is why I gave to you my greatest gift."

And she had. A month earlier, after countless pleadings on my part and my best oral arguments, I finally achieved my greatest legal triumph when she allowed me to become her husband. Not the least of her reasons for doing so she had smilingly told me, was that she would now be able to save on my wages.

Our wedding was grand. At the traditional ceremony we exchanged the simple "I do's", but after the spectacular reception which she so richly deserved, when alone together later on our nuptial night, naked and on my knees I fervently vowed to always love, honor, serve and obey. Sitting regally above she promised to accept all of that, and always keep and care for me. And then she solemnly swore that she would love me forever.

And so we have forged our own private constitution. And while she might have all the liberty and I have little to none, we both now share a life together where we no longer have to pursue happiness, but have found it fully in each other, each of us complementing and always meeting the other's innermost and deepest desires and needs.

It is the law of our land.

And it will never be in any need of amendment.

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Except by her fiat.