Never Far Away

Tasha purred as she awoke to the comforting warmth of Leah’s breasts against her face. Each morning no matter how the two of them had fallen asleep the night before, Tasha somehow always managed to awaken there in her favorite place. It was almost magic. Maybe it was, but Tasha was always too happy to wonder about that. Something about Leah made it hard to feel anything but either warm with romance, or warm with need.

Both were just as warm, and both were just as sweet.

It had been so long since Tasha had heard from her owner. As soon as she started to try to think of that, Leah cooed and began to stroke Tasha’s thin hair. Her hair looked like ethereal strands of gold in the dim morning sun light that streamed in through the faraway blinds. “Don’t worry, sweetie . . . You know Jacqueline loves you . . .”

“I know, Leah . . . I know . . .” Tasha dreamily sighed as she nuzzled more against her. She let herself just melt against her, savoring the feeling of Leah’s pulse as she kissed the very center of her chest delicately as she could.

“You always know when I’m thinking of her . . . You always know how to make me smile that extra little bit . . . You’re always there when I would have needed Jacqueline to be there for me . . . She’s such a good mistress, the way she could ease my worries . . . The way she owns my mind but still lets me think . . . and the way that even when she’s gone, you almost make it feel like she’s right here.”

For a moment Leah stiffened, holding Tasha tighter against her as she continued to stroke her hair. Long smooth soft legs entwined as Tasha looked up to Leah, and Leah looked down to Tasha. Leah looked like she could be Jacqueline’s sister. They had the same platinum blonde hair, the same baby blue eyes that made them look way too innocent. Their voices were almost the same, but it was more the way that they both moved their faces the same way that always made Tasha smile. It was almost as if Leah and Jacqueline were the same woman, but Tasha knew that was silly.

“How long till owner gets back . . .?”

“I don’t know honey . . but like I always tell you, she loves you. No matter what happens, she loves you. She cares about you. You mean the world to her . . . She treasures your obedience, your cute little smile . . . Just as much as I do. I’m very glad she left me behind to tend to you.”

Leah smiled in that same powerful but fragile, dominant but tenderly loving way that Jacqueline always did. It was almost made Tasha miss her owner enough to cry, but just when she was about to sniffle Leah held her tighter and kissed her with such a tenderly familiar passion that those tears and those worries washed away.

Jacqueline used to have little tricks like that. She’d whisper a word or kiss her in just a certain way and the whole world wouldn’t matter anymore. What mattered most was that Tasha obeyed. Jacqueline had always said that being happy and living life to the fullest was the best way to obey her because it made her happy.

Tasha was about to sniffle again before there was another kiss, and Leah slowly guided her face down again towards her breasts. “Please sweetie . . . Remember, when we met? How Jacqueline told you that until she came back I would be taking care of you? I love you, Tasha, just like Jacqueline did. Please, let me obey her as well as you do, and keep you happy. I think you just need a little suckle, and then you’ll feel all better again.”

“Okay . . . and I remember. Jacqueline was crying, all sad, said she’d be going away for a very, very long time . . . She told me to look into her eyes, and she started saying words in that melty pretty voice . . .” Tasha smiled, and odd as it seemed Leah had tears in her eyes. “Then when I woke up you were there . . . She said just in case she was gone longer than she ever wanted to be, you’d watch over me, you’d . . .”

“Shhh . . . hush sweetie . . . Drink . . .” Tasha mewled as her lips quivered and closed around the offered nipple that hardened as soon as her lips closed. It always felt so nice to suckle on Leah’s nipple, to just be held close, hair caressed as she suckled and occasionally licked.

Leah normally seemed to love it like nothing else, yet her sounds were quieter, and her hand was steadier on Tasha’s head than it usually was. Tasha would have worried if her suckling efforts hadn’t been rewarded with the warm nurturing taste of Leah’s milk. Leah hadn’t ever been pregnant, and never seemed to know how to explain it to Tasha besides the cryptic answer, “This is the way that Jacqueline made me, and I love her for it.”

It was a silly thought, Jacqueline making Leah . . . Leah wasn’t a robot, and Jacqueline couldn’t do math anyway. She was a hypnotist, a writer, and some sort of motivational speaker. That’s why she was traveling. She was traveling for her book, and to help make people feel better.

Jacqueline was so selfless, and Tasha loved her all the more for it. “You just stay here with my lovely friend Leah . . . She’ll keep you safe. I want to be back soon. Hopefully my business will be done soon . . . so I don’t want you to need to come with me. But if it lasts too long . . .” Jacqueline had started to cry, and it had made Tasha cry, even if she had no clue what was wrong. “Please believe me that I’ll always love you . . . That I’ll never stop loving you, no matter where or what I am . . . Let Leah take care of you, always . . .”

Ever so faintly, ever so softly, Tasha had nodded. “I promise, owner!” Jacqueline didn’t mind if Tasha called her by name. This enslavement had been voluntary. Tasha’s life had been hell before Jacqueline. She’d been unhappy. She’d spent every hour of every day crying or trying not to cry. Jacqueline had changed all of that, so to Tasha, the least she could do was show her how dedicated she was.

It didn’t hurt that it turned Tasha on to call her lover and Mistress “owner” as if she was no more than a possession, like a lamp or a thong, or a vibrator that would cum when she was called. “Good girl . . . Good girl . . . I love you so much . . .”

The thoughts that flowed through Tasha’s mind would have made her cry if the milk wasn’t melting away all of her worries and leaving her with a feeling of pure bliss. “That’s a good Tasha . . . Your owner loves you . . . I love you . . . She’d be with you still if she could . . .” Leah had to try hard not to sniffle as Tasha’s eyes fluttered under their lids in that tell tale way that showed she was falling under.

It sent a tingle through Leah that made her tighten and arch, filled with the same heat that Tasha felt from her, but her own melancholy could not be forced away as easily as Tasha’s. “Now Tasha . . . My good little Tasha . . . When you come out of trance, You’re not going to remember how long it’s been since Jacqueline has been gone . . . Just like before, it’s going to feel like she’s only been gone for a matter of months . . .”

“Y’shhh Lhhhh..” Tasha muttered from around Leah’s nipple, continuing to suckle from that tender place as she was done responding, just like before.

“You’re going to start smiling more again . . . and you’ll be sure that your owner will be back soon . . . And you’ll know how much I love you again. You’ll start seeing how much your Leah loves you again . . .” Leah sniffled, closing her eyes tight. She felt so silly when she would get emotional. It didn’t feel right for her of all things to be emotional . . .

“L’v muh L’hhhhh...” Cute lips quivered as they spoke, and her tender body quivered in it’s cradled state. “L’v’d buh muh L’hhhhhhh...”

Leah sniffled again, and bit her lip hard, even if she felt no pain from it she could still pretend that she could. She could still pretend to be the normal, fill-in Mistress that Jacqueline had told her to be. “That’s right... you love your Leah . . . And you’re loved by your Leah . . . So much . . .”

Like an angel, she just smiled and suckled, smiled and suckled. I wish I could tell you . . . I wish she had felt she could tell you . . . Maybe this really is for the best . . . You always believed Jacqueline knew what was best, I should try to, too . . .

With a sigh Leah slowly pulled Tasha’s face back and looked into her eyes. Her lips still tried to suckle, as if the air had a nipple to give. The thought made Leah tense again, wishing that she really could feel pain by biting her own lip but she’d only been made to feel pleasure.

“You’re going to wake up after I kiss you, and get yourself some breakfast to bring back and eat while I give you a massage . . . You’re going to start going to the gym again. You’re going to start loving yourself again, because Jacqueline loves you so much . . . You know she does . . . I know she does . . .” Leah shuddered against Tasha, staring at those lips, those perfect, tender lips . . .

“Loves... Knows... Loving myself...” Tasha seemed about ready to sniffle again, even in the trance, but the kiss melted that away, as it melted Tasha slowly back to herself. With a smile to Leah, she stood up, ready to go get herself some food.

“Owner will be back soon Leah! I know it! You know, I’ve really been slacking!” Tasha paused in front of the full length mirror that was on the back of her door, peering into it‘s reflective depths with all the curiosity of a kitten for a shiny toy. . .

“If Jac-If owner would come back and see me with these extra pounds and these bags under my eyes, she’d just tisk and say something like, ‘and what good is a sex slave who isn’t looking her best? I’m the worst owner ever to let you have the freewill to fall apart like this’!”

Leah forced herself to laugh and not cry as she nodded, and just made a waving motion from the bed. “Go! Get food! You must be starving! Skipping meals only makes you gain weight!”

Tasha smirked playfully and opened up the door, standing in the door way and half closing the door behind her. “Yeesh, you’d think you’d been my interim-owner for years and not just a couple of months! You’re already way too used to bossing me around!”

The door closed, and with the brightest smile Tasha had worn in a long time she sauntered off to grab herself that food to bring back in and eat with her favorite new friend.

Anyone who looked back into the room behind her would see only her empty room, and not the love that Jacqueline had left behind.