My Master, My Soldier

This story is dedicated to my Master/husband. Part of it is the reality from the last time he came home and part of it is what I hope will happen this time. I hope you like it.

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I awoke that day much like any other, sighing as looked over and saw the empty side of the bed. I don't know why I keep looking over at his side of the bed, it had been empty for the last year, and yet I keep waking up hoping to see him there. This was not the first time I had had to endure a year long separation from my Master. He had been to Iraq before, but I just never seem to get use to the idea of him not being there when I wake up, staring down at me the way I sometimes found him, first thing in the morning, a playful and loving smile filling his green eyes.

I sighed again and turned over feeling the tears prick the back of my eyes. Then it hit me. Today was the day. I had received a phone call in the early morning hours, my mind still groggy from sleep. Ian is coming home today. My Master, my Husband, my Soldier, would be in my arms by night fall.

I threw back the covers and hurled myself out of bed. I had so much to do today, and yet it would not be enough to keep the clock from inching it's way to 7pm, the time when I was suppose to leave to get a seat in the packed gym, that the soldiers would be coming into. I went to the bathroom and dressed quickly, brushing my teeth and hair in a fury. With that done I ran downstairs and put the dog out and began cleaning the house. After all my Master had enough to punish me for over the last year, why add a messy house to it.

I turned on some music and set about doing my morning rituals of tea and vitamins, feeding the dog and unloading the dishwasher. Once that was done I did the rest of my chores, perhaps more quickly then I should have, seeing as I had to make them last through the day to make the time go faster. By noon the house was spotless, Gypsy, our dog had been washed, and everything was in order. All I needed to do was take a shower and pull out the outfit I had planned on wearing to the small ceremony.

I sat down on the couch and stared at the wall, thinking back on how Ian and I had met. I had still married to my first husband, and was miserable. My life had consisted of volatile beatings and brutal rapes by Marcius and his friends, and of course putting up with my best friend Cara sleeping with Marcius. That had been going on since my wedding night. But what else could I expect, not too many men found me very attractive. I was close to 6' tall and had a very German build, I had been overweight most of my life, my hair color varying from white blond (my natural color) and blood red. The only saving graces I had always had were my eyes which were a startlingly pale silver blue, my pale creamy skin, my full firm lips (lips made for sucking dick I have been told), my long well muscled legs, and my fairly large tits.

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But I digress, so how did I meet Ian and capture his heart? Well that is an interesting story in and of itself. Cara had been working at the local music/book story in our small town called Hastings. And Ian had just happened to come in to buy a role-playing book, something I was seriously into since my own life was a misery to live. She knew I was always looking for new players in our Dungeons and Dragons games, and thought he might make an interesting addition. So she sent him to my apartment. She called me 10 minutes before he got there to tell me she had sent him over, saying after talking to him she found out he had worked at wal-mart with my then husband, Marcius. I of course was furious with her as I hated people coming over without some kind of warning to allow me to straighten up my home. I spent the next 10 minutes rushing around cleaning and vacuuming my apartment, trying to make the shoddy surroundings look somewhat decent.

By the time he finally got there I was sitting outside on the steps with Marcius smoking a cigarette, trying to remind him of who Ian was. He pulled up and got out of the car and I was floored. It wasn't that he was every girls fantasy, far from it. He was a little nerdy looking, with black hair and glasses, but there was something about him. He had an air of not only innocence but there was also the quiet Dominance about him, the same kind my father had always had. He walked up with a smile on his face and greeted Marcius and I. He and Marcius talked for a few minutes about when he had worked at wal-mart and I could only stare at him.

My heart pounded in my chest and I found it hard to breath. His green eyes occasionally found their way over to me and I felt myself blush each time they did. I felt giddy as a school girl when he started talking to me, so giddy in fact that I couldn't keep myself from babbling. But he seemed to take it all in stride smiling and speaking in that deep quiet voice of his.

Marcius eventually went to bed (he worked the graveyard shift stocking shelves) and I was left alone with Ian. We sat and talked for a little while, planning when the best times for him to come over would be, then he looked at the clock and said he had to go get some sleep before work. He also worked a graveyard shift but at a hotel.

I said goodbye to him and was left standing on the porch staring after his car feeling my world crash down around me. I knew at that moment I was already falling in love with him.

Ian came over pretty much every day after that, my feelings for him growing more and more everyday. I knew he only saw me as a friend, but I couldn't help but be in love with him. We spent many an afternoon gaming, or watching movies (my head resting in his lap), or just walking on the trails up to the radio tower behind my apartment. Finally one day I decided I had to take action. He had been laying on the couch, not feeling well for some reason, and I had just gotten finished spoon feeding him the tomato soup I had made him. I knelt next to the couch stroking his hair and looking into his eyes.

"Ian?" I asked my voice barely more then a whisper.

"Yes?" he asked looking up at me.

"What would you do if one of your female friends ever kissed you?" I nearly choked on the words trying to get them out.

"I don't know. It has never happened, so I couldn't say." he said with a smile as he closed his eyes.

I decided to take the chance. He opened his eyes as I started to lean down. We locked eyes and I pressed my lips gently into his. We held that innocent gentle pressing of the lips for maybe 3 or 4 seconds, although at the time it had felt like an eternity. Finally he pushed me back. All I could do was touch my lips feeling the fading fire that had begun racing through my body from that one brief, innocent kiss. He looked at me for a moment then suggested a walk.

We walked silently on the path through the cedar trees and up the hill, stopping shortly half way to the top just before the hair pin turn that would lead us up to the very top. He had held my hand the whole way, but when we got to the that spot that over looked most of our small town he let go of my hand and pulled me over in front of him. He pulled me back against his chest and wrapped his arms around me, his chin resting on my shoulder. We stayed like that for a few minutes in silence before he finally spoke.

"You know I can't do anything with you. You're married, to someone I consider a friend." he murmured.

"I know." I whispered feeling the tears prick the backs of my eyes.

Neither of us said anything after that. We simply walked back to the apartment in silence, holding hands once more. I felt like I was dieing inside. I had to tell him how I felt, I had to let him know somehow this was not me trying to play around on Marcius, but rather me being in love with him. When we got back to the apartment he pulled me down onto the couch and held the upper half of my body, my cheek rested against his chest, the rest of me stretched out across the couch. After a few minutes of breathing in his scent and gathering my courage I finally spoke.

"Ian I have to tell you something." I looked up at him, "And I don't want you to say anything until I am done. Please. I love you. No I don't expect you to say the same thing to me, but I have to say it. I don't just love you, I am in love with you. I have been since the moment I first saw you. You entered my life and my heart was yours from that moment on. I know how you feel about a woman being faithful to her husband, but I have not loved Marcius in a long time. There are things." my voice broke at this point and the tears started pouring freely down my cheeks, after a moment I managed to swallow and speak again. "There are things you just don't know about that he does to me, lets his friends do to me. This marriage was over before it started. The only reason I married him was for my mother's sake. She was terrified that when she finally lost the fight with cancer that I would have no one to take care of me and begged me to marry him so I was secure. So for her I agreed. And ever since the day I married him I have hated myself, and lived in fear."

I fell silent for a moment trying to regain some composure. I looked back up at him and I could see the softness in his eyes, that small show that he did care for me, and that he didn't like what he was hearing.

"Then you came along. And from the first time I saw you I was in love. Not just in love but madly passionately, trashy romance novel in love. The kind of in love my sister told me didn't exist. And yet here it is. But more then that, I feel safe with you. Like nothing bad can happen to me when you hold me, even when you just hold my hand. I love you Ian. I don't think I know what else to say. I'm sorry but I do." I finally fell into sobs clinging to his chest and he just held me.

When he did speak again, my heart broke. I will not relay what he said here because to this day it still has the capacity to make me fall apart. But it boiled down to he cared for me but he was in love with someone else. I didn't know it at the time but he had told me that so that he wouldn't be the cause of my marriage ending.

Eventually things progressed between us, from holding hand to heavy petting, to sleeping (and yes I mean actually honest to God sleeping) with each other. Those were my favorite nights, the nights he would hold me as I slept. Because the nightmares that usually came, had come since I was a child, did not come when he held me as I slept. Finally he had to go away, to his nephew's christening in Iowa, for a week. I was completely depressed when he left but I did as he asked and tried to put my marriage back together. After 15 minutes of talking to Marcius I knew it was over. I couldn't take his temper anymore. So after several tears (on his part) as well as much begging (also on his part), he finally realized it was over. He promptly went next door to Cara's apartment and asked her on a date. And I sat alone wishing Ian was there to talk to.

Ian called me later that night and I told him Marcius and I were getting a divorce. He begged me not to. He didn't want to be the cause of our marriage ending. I assured him he wasn't, that it was entirely because of Marcius' temper and violent nature towards me, a nature which in the past few weeks Ian had seen. So much so in fact that he had pulled a knife on Marcius and told him not to touch me again.

The day before Ian came home, he called me every time he stopped for gas on the drive between Iowa and Texas. And during the last call he told me to leave the window next to my bed open. I did as he asked and sometime in the morning I awoke to him playing is wooden flute outside my window. I smiled at him and listened to him playing. Finally he told me to go around and unlock the front door. I did and suddenly he burst in, grabbed me by the arms and kissed me passionately. The next thing I knew he had slammed me into a wall and was looking at me with more intensity then I had ever seen in anyone's eyes before.

"Katryna, I love you. When I was gone I was miserable. I can't imagine spending the rest of my life without you. I don't care if you are someone else's wife right now. You will be my wife." It had not been a question, it had been an order. I had never had a man speak to me like that before.

He didn't give me a chance to speak he simply started kissing me again, and I knew that was the end of it, I would be his wife.

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I smiled as I came back to the present thinking about the first time he had truly shown his dominance over me. Not that either of us had really understood it at that moment but he was not only going to be my husband but my Master as well. I looked at the clock and realized I had been daydreaming about the past for a good 3 hours.

I finally got off the couch and went up and took a shower. After shaving everything from the neck down and washing my hair I allowed myself the luxury of filling the tub with hot water and scented bath salts and rested my head back and let me hands roam across me body as I thought of our first real date.

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Our first real date consisted of Ian taking me to Corpus Christi over night. He had gotten us a hotel room right on the beach just across from the Lexington Battleship, which was docked there, and was now a museum. We spent the day walking along the beach then finally we went and laid down allowing him a chance to get some sleep before dinner since we had driven up right after his shift at the hotel he worked at.

Before we laid down we decided to take a shower, which was an adventure seeing as the shower stall was no where near big enough for two people. But we made the best of it, washing each other and making out. We finally stumbled our way out of the shower and dried off. I put on a short emerald green nightie and he put on his sweat pants. We went out to the bed room and he pushed me down on the bed and fell on top of me. We giggled for a moment and then he started kissing me.

We both wanted each other so badly we were shaking with our need. And yet I knew he wasn't ready for us to consummate our relationship yet. So we kissed, and touched, licked and teased one another. I reached down and stroked his long thick cock wanting nothing more then to feel him cum across my stomach and tits.

After a moment he came up on his hands above me and looked down at me with a great deal of lust.

"Get yourself off for me." he growled.

"I don't know if I can, I have never gotten myself off with someone else in the room before." I murmured.

"Do it."Do it... two simple words yet growled with such lust and dominance how could I say no.

My hand fell reluctantly away from his cock and trailed down my body. He had hiked my night up to just below my tits, so there was nothing between my hand and my body. I parted my legs around him, and watched as he began stroking his cock. My fingers found there way to the soft mound between my legs and I groaned softly with my first light touch across my parted lips, then groaned louder as I stroked across my clit.

My groans seemed to urge him on, as he began stroking his cock faster above me, and I knew in a few moments I would be bathed in his cum. My body tingled at the thought and I trembled as I began stroking my clit faster and harder. I arched up as he leaned down to kiss me, and suddenly my body was exploding, I cried out into his lips and felt his cum begin to rain down on me, in thick hot waves, slashing across my soft pussy lips and hands then farther up onto my stomach and tits and finally across my neck. His tongue drove deep into my mouth claiming it as his own.

Finally we regained our senses and I went to clean up. I removed the nightie and snuggled down into the king-sized bed with him and we slept.

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I came to my senses in the tub as I came at the vision of his cum raining down on me. When I was done I laid there panting and smiling at the thought of that day 8 years earlier. When my body finally settled down enough I got out of the tub and dried off. I decided to take a nap to help speed time along, and because I was exhausted from my play in the tub. I set the alarm and curled around my Master's pillows and slept.

I awoke to the alarm several hours later. I looked over at the clock and found it was 5:30pm. I got out of bed and stripped off the sheets and pillow cases, replacing them with fresh ones, then remade the bed. Once that was done I walked down the hall and into the bathroom and began working on my now raven black hair, wrestling it into submission and pinning it up, just because I knew he hated it when I wore my hair up and it would earn me a spanking. I applied a light nice looking layer of make-up, just enough brandy colored lipstick to bring out the fullness of my lips and some eyeliner and eye shadow to make my eyes stand out.

Once that was done I went back to the bed room and pulled out the outfit I had picked to meet him at the ceremony in. It was a light veil material that floated around me, making my large form look somehow delicate. It was several shades of blues, whites, and blacks and had beads that hung down from the hems and short arms. It would have been see through had it not been for the second layer of light blue solid material underneath the first veil layer. All in all it was a very pretty outfit that was designed to hide my flaws and make me look feminine.

I pulled out a light blue lace bra and put it on. I debated on panties, but I knew they would only get ripped off once we got home, not to mention cause unsightly lines on the pretty outfit. I pulled on the outfit careful not to mess up my hair or make-up. Once that was done I walked back to the bathroom and surveyed myself in the mirror. Deciding that was as good it was going to get I walked down stairs, enjoying the feel of the material floating around me. I checked the clock and trembled when I saw what time it was. I only had 20 minutes left to finish what I was doing and get to the gym.

I rushed around making sure the house was clean and that the dog had been put out then went to the front closet and pulled out my high heeled, form-fitting, calf-high, boots. I pulled them on, struggling the zipper closed and stood up. I knew they made my legs look nice and went well with the outfit. As a finishing touch I put the onyx chunk and bronze belled anklet on the ankle of the left boot. I smiled down at it as it jingled. I remember when Ian gave it to me as an anniversary present on our first anniversary. It never ceased to amaze me how he had such pretty things like that made for me.

I sprayed on some perfume, after I pulled myself back from reminiscing about that first anniversary. By the time I rushed out the front door I was shaking, ready for this separation to be over, at least for the moment. With his re-enlistment in the army I knew that for the next four years I wouldn't see him any more then I had in the first four. But at this moment it didn't matter, all that did matter was that he was coming home, and would be here for at least 3 months before he left again.

I climbed into my new blazer and drove over to the gym across the army post we lived on. It took me a little while to find a good parking space but I eventually did find one. I grabbed my camera and the yellow roses I had stopped to pick up and made my way in to sit with the rest of the wives and families that were already eagerly awaiting their husbands, sons and brother's arrivals. I found a spot on the side of one of the bleachers knowing from last time I didn't want to have to fight the shoving crowd down the stairs once the soldiers were released from the formation that would be held in the center of the gym.