For Nicole
the feeding
Sometimes love is forced
0640, I wave goodbye to my colleague who rattles away in the carpool sedan that we share, the work in the department has grown a lot during these days. The disease and protests, it seems that every night is a code red sometimes I miss sleeping in the break room.
I rub a bit of sleepyness out of my eyes, climbing the steps to my house, there is a bit of good news, she has come to visit and after such a long time it feels good to relax with her.
Entering the hall way, everything is quiet, I decide against breakfast, hoping to catch some sleep first; but before that a bath.
The guest room is silent, she must be asleep I slip past and enter the bathroom.
Turning on the shower, I let my hair down and close my eyes, letting the warm water cascade over me, letting it abb over my muscles, which j.mcc shudder as the tension washes away. I raise my hands, rinsing my head with shampoo when I feel hands across my waist.
‘ morning’ she whispers sultrily as bits of her red hair come across my vision, she is taller than me, so she has to bend slightly, ‘oh hello, um mistress’ I reply slightly surprised, her weight against me. ‘ i thought’ i could not finish the sentence, she had held my hands above my head gently and moved in for a kiss.
I freeze, even with the water diluting it, her lips fill me with a hypnotic trance, i press my lips firmly as she as quickly pulls away, letting go of my arms, she lathers her hands and starts washing me. Pressing against her I return the favor.
Her hands slightly callused and hardened by a lifetime of hard work moves deftly, as if I am a piece of machinery to be serviced, she did tell about her c***dhood of having to help her father run the farm using old soviet era machines. She presses against my hips and quietly teases the insides, I too respond washing her statue like neck and seeing how her olive skin reflected the light. Moving my hands over her chest, I could feel her excitement, of all the times she had me bound and screaming for release, I had found one of her weakness. Those precious little nubs, if could latch myself and suckled like a babe she almost doubled over panthing.
I smile inwardly, as she was busy washing my hair, i reach in and plant my lips in a daintly little kiss over her right nub, she freezes.
Instead of running her hands through my shampooed hair she pulls it gently, encouraged I wrap my hands across her hips and kiss the now engorged nub aggressively, teasing it with my tongue, using my lips to lock it. Gently touching it with my teeth as I suck it in, I feel her hips swaying, grinding against me. Using one of my hands i reach from behind her and pull the lips between her legs gently. She lets out a guttural growl and thrusting against me she clasps my buttocks and pushes her thigh between me, I feel lightheaded, using the slight friction of water I rub my own excitement against her thigh.
We build a rhythm, I suck, she pushes and pulls I exhale and she retreats, the world melts away, I feel the pressure building and then suddenly; she grasps my hands locking it in front of me and pushes me away, NO i groan as my hips only find cold air and my fruit begs for another touch.
‘ not yet pet’ she smiles, making me turn around and place my hands on the wall ‘ first lets clean you and get you attired first and then perhaps if I am feeling generous you may, cum’ I groan in protests and shake my hips as she continues washing me.
After the shower and dry off, she quickly locks my hands behind me with a simple hand cuff and we head off to my bedroom. Picking me up and placing me on the bed she pulls on the cover and arranges the pillows so that i am comfortable, i look at her questioningly and she pats my head and says’ no words i can see the tiredness in your eyes, lets sleep for an hour or so’ with that she places a soft eye cover as a blindfold and by the heat of her body perhaps places my head against her chest. I am already lightheaded and excited; fall into a dreamless sleep.
Perhaps it has been an hour or something when i awaken in a particular circumstance, the blindfolds still on and my hands were still restrained, in addition I feel slight wetness between my legs, or no latex, that my heels are restrained against my thighs and as i move my knees a spreader bar has been used to lock me open. Feeling my own predicament I tease my restraints and hump the air, feeling my old excitement return. Frustrated that the latex panties offer no resistance i try to force my legs together causing the spreader bar to rattle.
Perhaps the noise catches mistresses attention as i hear the door open and close and a weight shift on the bed next to me, slim fingers teases my lips and i dart my tongue out, grabbing my soft member with a not so gentle pinch. She whispers to my ear ‘ now since this nurse is well decked out what would the doctor do to take care for her? ‘ she strokes my inner thigh and i mewl and thrust in protest. ‘ no no such stimulation without nourishment wont do’ letting go of my tounge i feel her reach in and kiss me.
Surprised at her intrusion i open my lips and mouth, surrendering to her tongue which makes it away exploring my cavity, i feel a slight stickiness and a strawberry like smell when the horror of it strikes me. She had prepared the pink goo! A mixture of aphrodisiac and food reserved for c*** patients, our co-experiments had resulted in a substances that is viscous, norshining and more so importantly so arousing. Imagine your favorite comfort food and that makes you horny times ten.
She must have been preparing it and eating it, as from I see traces while kissing her, my body on touching that.
Went into an overdrive, the stress of work the hunger and the lovely interaction in the washroom makes me desperate, I force into her mouth trying to to garner more of the substance, as i trash against my restraints i feel the peculiar wetness and hump the air begging for some release.
I could imagine her smirk as she withdraws and places a familiar phallic shape against my lips ‘ suck ‘ she commands as she wipes my forehead of the sweat. It is the punishment bottle, a baby feeding bottle with the nipple removed to suit a more penetrating shape, it is filled with the pink goo but the shape of the exit meant that vigorous sucking was required to extract it, unless mistress was merciful to press the bottle and let out a generous amount.
Barely had she had commanded me before i had planted my lips with a force as thought it was the only thing anchoring me to the earth, as i started sucking, my sounds drowning out all other noises and my senses only focused on the liquid in my mouth and the excitement between my legs. Mistress kept the bottle slightly raised as i had to reach up to get a propergrip and in doing so i was rewarded.
Firm bicep braced my head and long fingers teased one of my nipples as the other hand reached between and provided friction. The more i sucked the vigorous was the stimulation, I lost track soon after my senses only focussed on fulfillment. At times she pressed my lips together and stroked my now engorged love nub. Perhaps in the middle she inserted a buttplug and fingers deep into my cavity, perhaps i buckled in orgasms, my mouth filled with the warm goo coating my mouth my throat and moving its warmth to my belly. Perhaps i screamed once or twice even with the phallus deep within me. All i could focus on feeding on being fed and fulfilling my self.
<u>The adjustments
</u>
A new life a new set of rules
Groggily I got a hold of myself, since the last memory of mine being that of the exertion, I slowly arose into consciousness, my mouth slightly dry, body a little sore and still my eyes covered.
Moving my arms I found them unrestrained and under a cover, I gingerly pulled open the eye patch massaging my ears where the elastic had dug in deep.
The room was dark, with a faint smell of green apple lingering in the air, next to the bed in a regular interval the clock displayed the time, its harsh LED piercing the comforting darkness. It showed 1230, I decided to get up considering that my reporting time at the workplace was at 1800 thought it best to make use of whatever time I had. Switching on the table lamp and opening up the window blinds, letting the bright sunlight in, I grabbed a spare towel and headed for the shower.
Drying myself as I stepped into the hall way I could smell frying and some kind of soup. Even with the goo filling my stomach the delicious smell made it grumble. Changing over I found her pouring over some newspapers, the table was covered with a large pot, a platter containing flat bread and the other some kind of stew, beef potatoes and carrots hearing me approach her and she looked up and smiled ‘ you are awake ? come sit next to me’ I obeyed placing myself adjacent to her, looking at the tasty smelling stew, I filled a small bowl and took some flatbread.
Placing the papers down she commented ‘ the virus has become serious, must be keeping you and your er department busy’ i nodded in reply my mouth filled with the spongy bread and the slightly salty stew. ‘ How did you manage to come visit me ?’ I asked as my last knowledge was that the borders were sealed. ‘It helps to have a medical qualification’ she smiled wryly as she took another helping of the bread dipped in the stew. I could have relented and asked for more information, but so long she was here ‘ legally ‘ and no one poked around too much I guess it would not have been a problem.
Trying to change the topic, I poked at the spongy bread which seemed to have been cooked over a cast iron surface, perhaps she saw me poking at the food ‘ its butter milk’
‘ I am sorry? ‘
‘ I mixed the flour with buttermilk and instead of waiting it for it to rise, just make patties and cook them over some hot pan, the dough has to have a goo like consistency’
‘ goo like’ my privates tingled briefly at that mention, having experienced it few hours back. Trying my luck I shifted my chair, almost being next to her, and taking my time, made a show of eating as she was still hidden behind the paper and said softly almost teasing,
‘ i would not have mind another bowl of goo’
The effect was immediate, the rustle of the paper immediately ceased and once it dropped it revealed the all too familiar predatory expression that I have come to love.
‘ did you? It wont be hard to make another batch if you would want it’
And this is what I realised about her, that given her cultural upbringing that in hindsight did force women into predetermined roles of domestic nature, it also even with reforms education that strove to ensure that such were made under informed consent and were minimised; it still left a very maternal imprint on her people, the need, no almost biological drive to sire a family.
Once I could subtly bring it forth, I could play her like a fiddle, of course be too obvious and the illusion is broken and my rear gets some nice lines from a cane.
‘ no its too much work’ I breathed out, almost imagining the texture and placing my hand on one of the articles of the paper ‘ it would not be possible for just anyone to go out now, social distancing norms remember?’
Arcing my shoulder blades back and trying to enhance my chest as much I could and hoping that the tee shirt did accent the charisma that I was going for, I in my best seductive voice said ‘ But I would like to make it up for your attentions mistress’ ending with a submission pose of bringing my elbows together in front and hoping to all powers above that my cleavage was well pronounced.
‘W-well if that is what, oh so early’ she lisped slightly bringing a well tanned hand to her red hair, I grabbed the initiative.
‘ anything that the Mistress allows’ I blurted out averting my eyes down and finding the most interesting pattern in the soft pale bread.
A moment passed, and a firm hand took my chin and all I could see her olive green eyes;
‘ Yes pet you may, worship me fully’
I groaned softly at the command, feeling a slight heat, but that would have to be done for later, first I clasped her face pulling the wonderful red mane behind her ears and like a bride at her wedding kissed softly at the lips. When withdrawing I groaned ‘Mistresses must be fed’, pushing my chair aside, I picked up what I saw the most tender piece of beef and wrapped it around the bread offered to her.
She observed like a cat waiting for food and with a movement that I could only describe as organic allowed me to feed her, her tongue and lips pressing firmly not allowing a single spill, embracing my fingers in that soft moist warmth that too many times were used elsewhere. I shuddered involuntarily, but that is not what I was for, nodding my head in supplication I arranged what was left of the food in front of her, so that instead of a meal made for two it looked like a feast for one and me being fed the scraps like the sub i was.
Perhaps it had the desired effect, she motioned not to feed her and helped herself while I stood by her pouring the water or serving like a good slave.
Once she was done, leaving me a good portion she whispered ‘ the living room after cleanup’ before leaving. I hurriedly wrapped and ate the food like tacos and dumped the dishes in the washer; thank goodness for modern living. Washing myself and making myself presentable I followed after her.
She was lounging on the sofa, her olive hue legs long and enticing, I knelt on the floor and offered to take her foot, which she allowed. Using my hands and years of ER practice, I felt the tensed muscles and started easing them, being rewarded with the heavy breathing of someone in pleasure.
Using the palm of my hands I pressed on the thick muscles on the calves using my fingers to draw gently on them gently downward. Not looking up, I removed her footwear and starting with her right foot pressed on the balls of the feet stretching the toes, idly wondering if tight shoes were the leading cause for bunions. She extended her left foot and I coyly noticed that she had spread her legs.
Easing the tension of her feet I rose and knelt in front of her trying to not to display my rising heat. Her slender fingers touched my chin and forced me to look up to her, ‘Rise’ she commanded and I stood.
Her slender hands clasped my hips, they pressed so gently that the goosebumps that arose on my skin begged to be touched. If only I could get rid of my clothing. Then in a fluid movement with her powerful movements she placed me on the sofa and straddled on my lap.
She was so close, her weight and body heat almost overwhelmed me, feline and primal I could not help but stare at her breasts and see the tips of the nipples pushing through the fabric. ‘M-mistress’ I stuttered but she held one slim finger on my lips and I complied. It was time for worship and not prayer.
I opened my lips and let her slip her fingers inside me, my tongue yielding to the rough entrance. She reciprocated, even more surreal up close. Her skin was smooth, flawless. Her eyes glowed green, full lips parting in a lipstick smile. The curves of her body spilled through the fabric, driving me wild as they bounced with each movement of her hips
‘My pet’ she purred, whipping her hair back with a practiced twist of the neck. Her back arched as she plunged her manicured fingertips into the cushions of her breasts, pushing them up as she gyrated in my lap.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so turned on. My whole body ached with longing, my hips twitched to the rhythm of
Mistress's lap dance. Even though she wasn’t touching me, a familiar pressure started building in my pelvis. It slowed my breathing and sent shivers through my entire body.
I buried my face in her chest, bringing my mouth down on her right nipple. Not satisfied with the sensation of fabric, I bit slightly and tore the fabric aside.
I was so hungry
I felt the ridges grow hard on my tongue as I sucked harshly, savoring the taste of sweat and skin. Her scent enveloped me in notes of lavender, citrus, and something earthy. She let out a moan, the frequency of her hip movements increasing.
I could tell she liked my touch.
I used my right hand to hold, squeeze, and massage her left breast as my free palm ran down her stomach, over her vibrating inner thigh, right down to her waxed, wet lips. I wrapped her swollen clit between two fingers, gently jerking it to the rhythm of her swaying hips.
She let out a sharp gasp and bucked against my hand, pressing her upper body against me, breasts smothering my face. I freed my hand and used it to plunge three fingers inside her.
She was warm, tight, and incredibly wet.
The way Mistress’s walls throbbed against my fingers sent bolts of pleasure through my whole body. It was like the mere touch of her was enough to transform the surface of my skin into one endless erogenous zone. I had to stop myself from grinding my vulva into the seam of my jeans. This wasn’t the time to dry hump my way into shallow ecstasy.
Her pleasure came first.
'You’re so beautiful, I groaned, planting supple kisses on her shoulders and neck.
She did not reply but bit me on my neck, her red hair a halo obscuring my vision began to lose control, her body movements no longer a paid performance but a symphony of pleasure. I kept a steady pace of finger thrusting and clit jerking as she collapsed on top of me, digging her nose into my neck as her moans grew quiet, throaty, sincere. I watched her round ass ripple as she drove herself into my hand over and over again.
I could feel it coming on, so I jerked harder, plunged deeper. She started shaking all over, moaning strings of words I couldn’t understand.
She was so close.
Sometimes love is forced
0640, I wave goodbye to my colleague who rattles away in the carpool sedan that we share, the work in the department has grown a lot during these days. The disease and protests, it seems that every night is a code red sometimes I miss sleeping in the break room.
I rub a bit of sleepyness out of my eyes, climbing the steps to my house, there is a bit of good news, she has come to visit and after such a long time it feels good to relax with her.
Entering the hall way, everything is quiet, I decide against breakfast, hoping to catch some sleep first; but before that a bath.
The guest room is silent, she must be asleep I slip past and enter the bathroom.
Turning on the shower, I let my hair down and close my eyes, letting the warm water cascade over me, letting it abb over my muscles, which j.mcc shudder as the tension washes away. I raise my hands, rinsing my head with shampoo when I feel hands across my waist.
‘ morning’ she whispers sultrily as bits of her red hair come across my vision, she is taller than me, so she has to bend slightly, ‘oh hello, um mistress’ I reply slightly surprised, her weight against me. ‘ i thought’ i could not finish the sentence, she had held my hands above my head gently and moved in for a kiss.
I freeze, even with the water diluting it, her lips fill me with a hypnotic trance, i press my lips firmly as she as quickly pulls away, letting go of my arms, she lathers her hands and starts washing me. Pressing against her I return the favor.
Her hands slightly callused and hardened by a lifetime of hard work moves deftly, as if I am a piece of machinery to be serviced, she did tell about her c***dhood of having to help her father run the farm using old soviet era machines. She presses against my hips and quietly teases the insides, I too respond washing her statue like neck and seeing how her olive skin reflected the light. Moving my hands over her chest, I could feel her excitement, of all the times she had me bound and screaming for release, I had found one of her weakness. Those precious little nubs, if could latch myself and suckled like a babe she almost doubled over panthing.
I smile inwardly, as she was busy washing my hair, i reach in and plant my lips in a daintly little kiss over her right nub, she freezes.
Instead of running her hands through my shampooed hair she pulls it gently, encouraged I wrap my hands across her hips and kiss the now engorged nub aggressively, teasing it with my tongue, using my lips to lock it. Gently touching it with my teeth as I suck it in, I feel her hips swaying, grinding against me. Using one of my hands i reach from behind her and pull the lips between her legs gently. She lets out a guttural growl and thrusting against me she clasps my buttocks and pushes her thigh between me, I feel lightheaded, using the slight friction of water I rub my own excitement against her thigh.
We build a rhythm, I suck, she pushes and pulls I exhale and she retreats, the world melts away, I feel the pressure building and then suddenly; she grasps my hands locking it in front of me and pushes me away, NO i groan as my hips only find cold air and my fruit begs for another touch.
‘ not yet pet’ she smiles, making me turn around and place my hands on the wall ‘ first lets clean you and get you attired first and then perhaps if I am feeling generous you may, cum’ I groan in protests and shake my hips as she continues washing me.
After the shower and dry off, she quickly locks my hands behind me with a simple hand cuff and we head off to my bedroom. Picking me up and placing me on the bed she pulls on the cover and arranges the pillows so that i am comfortable, i look at her questioningly and she pats my head and says’ no words i can see the tiredness in your eyes, lets sleep for an hour or so’ with that she places a soft eye cover as a blindfold and by the heat of her body perhaps places my head against her chest. I am already lightheaded and excited; fall into a dreamless sleep.
Perhaps it has been an hour or something when i awaken in a particular circumstance, the blindfolds still on and my hands were still restrained, in addition I feel slight wetness between my legs, or no latex, that my heels are restrained against my thighs and as i move my knees a spreader bar has been used to lock me open. Feeling my own predicament I tease my restraints and hump the air, feeling my old excitement return. Frustrated that the latex panties offer no resistance i try to force my legs together causing the spreader bar to rattle.
Perhaps the noise catches mistresses attention as i hear the door open and close and a weight shift on the bed next to me, slim fingers teases my lips and i dart my tongue out, grabbing my soft member with a not so gentle pinch. She whispers to my ear ‘ now since this nurse is well decked out what would the doctor do to take care for her? ‘ she strokes my inner thigh and i mewl and thrust in protest. ‘ no no such stimulation without nourishment wont do’ letting go of my tounge i feel her reach in and kiss me.
Surprised at her intrusion i open my lips and mouth, surrendering to her tongue which makes it away exploring my cavity, i feel a slight stickiness and a strawberry like smell when the horror of it strikes me. She had prepared the pink goo! A mixture of aphrodisiac and food reserved for c*** patients, our co-experiments had resulted in a substances that is viscous, norshining and more so importantly so arousing. Imagine your favorite comfort food and that makes you horny times ten.
She must have been preparing it and eating it, as from I see traces while kissing her, my body on touching that.
Went into an overdrive, the stress of work the hunger and the lovely interaction in the washroom makes me desperate, I force into her mouth trying to to garner more of the substance, as i trash against my restraints i feel the peculiar wetness and hump the air begging for some release.
I could imagine her smirk as she withdraws and places a familiar phallic shape against my lips ‘ suck ‘ she commands as she wipes my forehead of the sweat. It is the punishment bottle, a baby feeding bottle with the nipple removed to suit a more penetrating shape, it is filled with the pink goo but the shape of the exit meant that vigorous sucking was required to extract it, unless mistress was merciful to press the bottle and let out a generous amount.
Barely had she had commanded me before i had planted my lips with a force as thought it was the only thing anchoring me to the earth, as i started sucking, my sounds drowning out all other noises and my senses only focused on the liquid in my mouth and the excitement between my legs. Mistress kept the bottle slightly raised as i had to reach up to get a propergrip and in doing so i was rewarded.
Firm bicep braced my head and long fingers teased one of my nipples as the other hand reached between and provided friction. The more i sucked the vigorous was the stimulation, I lost track soon after my senses only focussed on fulfillment. At times she pressed my lips together and stroked my now engorged love nub. Perhaps in the middle she inserted a buttplug and fingers deep into my cavity, perhaps i buckled in orgasms, my mouth filled with the warm goo coating my mouth my throat and moving its warmth to my belly. Perhaps i screamed once or twice even with the phallus deep within me. All i could focus on feeding on being fed and fulfilling my self.
<u>The adjustments
</u>
A new life a new set of rules
Groggily I got a hold of myself, since the last memory of mine being that of the exertion, I slowly arose into consciousness, my mouth slightly dry, body a little sore and still my eyes covered.
Moving my arms I found them unrestrained and under a cover, I gingerly pulled open the eye patch massaging my ears where the elastic had dug in deep.
The room was dark, with a faint smell of green apple lingering in the air, next to the bed in a regular interval the clock displayed the time, its harsh LED piercing the comforting darkness. It showed 1230, I decided to get up considering that my reporting time at the workplace was at 1800 thought it best to make use of whatever time I had. Switching on the table lamp and opening up the window blinds, letting the bright sunlight in, I grabbed a spare towel and headed for the shower.
Drying myself as I stepped into the hall way I could smell frying and some kind of soup. Even with the goo filling my stomach the delicious smell made it grumble. Changing over I found her pouring over some newspapers, the table was covered with a large pot, a platter containing flat bread and the other some kind of stew, beef potatoes and carrots hearing me approach her and she looked up and smiled ‘ you are awake ? come sit next to me’ I obeyed placing myself adjacent to her, looking at the tasty smelling stew, I filled a small bowl and took some flatbread.
Placing the papers down she commented ‘ the virus has become serious, must be keeping you and your er department busy’ i nodded in reply my mouth filled with the spongy bread and the slightly salty stew. ‘ How did you manage to come visit me ?’ I asked as my last knowledge was that the borders were sealed. ‘It helps to have a medical qualification’ she smiled wryly as she took another helping of the bread dipped in the stew. I could have relented and asked for more information, but so long she was here ‘ legally ‘ and no one poked around too much I guess it would not have been a problem.
Trying to change the topic, I poked at the spongy bread which seemed to have been cooked over a cast iron surface, perhaps she saw me poking at the food ‘ its butter milk’
‘ I am sorry? ‘
‘ I mixed the flour with buttermilk and instead of waiting it for it to rise, just make patties and cook them over some hot pan, the dough has to have a goo like consistency’
‘ goo like’ my privates tingled briefly at that mention, having experienced it few hours back. Trying my luck I shifted my chair, almost being next to her, and taking my time, made a show of eating as she was still hidden behind the paper and said softly almost teasing,
‘ i would not have mind another bowl of goo’
The effect was immediate, the rustle of the paper immediately ceased and once it dropped it revealed the all too familiar predatory expression that I have come to love.
‘ did you? It wont be hard to make another batch if you would want it’
And this is what I realised about her, that given her cultural upbringing that in hindsight did force women into predetermined roles of domestic nature, it also even with reforms education that strove to ensure that such were made under informed consent and were minimised; it still left a very maternal imprint on her people, the need, no almost biological drive to sire a family.
Once I could subtly bring it forth, I could play her like a fiddle, of course be too obvious and the illusion is broken and my rear gets some nice lines from a cane.
‘ no its too much work’ I breathed out, almost imagining the texture and placing my hand on one of the articles of the paper ‘ it would not be possible for just anyone to go out now, social distancing norms remember?’
Arcing my shoulder blades back and trying to enhance my chest as much I could and hoping that the tee shirt did accent the charisma that I was going for, I in my best seductive voice said ‘ But I would like to make it up for your attentions mistress’ ending with a submission pose of bringing my elbows together in front and hoping to all powers above that my cleavage was well pronounced.
‘W-well if that is what, oh so early’ she lisped slightly bringing a well tanned hand to her red hair, I grabbed the initiative.
‘ anything that the Mistress allows’ I blurted out averting my eyes down and finding the most interesting pattern in the soft pale bread.
A moment passed, and a firm hand took my chin and all I could see her olive green eyes;
‘ Yes pet you may, worship me fully’
I groaned softly at the command, feeling a slight heat, but that would have to be done for later, first I clasped her face pulling the wonderful red mane behind her ears and like a bride at her wedding kissed softly at the lips. When withdrawing I groaned ‘Mistresses must be fed’, pushing my chair aside, I picked up what I saw the most tender piece of beef and wrapped it around the bread offered to her.
She observed like a cat waiting for food and with a movement that I could only describe as organic allowed me to feed her, her tongue and lips pressing firmly not allowing a single spill, embracing my fingers in that soft moist warmth that too many times were used elsewhere. I shuddered involuntarily, but that is not what I was for, nodding my head in supplication I arranged what was left of the food in front of her, so that instead of a meal made for two it looked like a feast for one and me being fed the scraps like the sub i was.
Perhaps it had the desired effect, she motioned not to feed her and helped herself while I stood by her pouring the water or serving like a good slave.
Once she was done, leaving me a good portion she whispered ‘ the living room after cleanup’ before leaving. I hurriedly wrapped and ate the food like tacos and dumped the dishes in the washer; thank goodness for modern living. Washing myself and making myself presentable I followed after her.
She was lounging on the sofa, her olive hue legs long and enticing, I knelt on the floor and offered to take her foot, which she allowed. Using my hands and years of ER practice, I felt the tensed muscles and started easing them, being rewarded with the heavy breathing of someone in pleasure.
Using the palm of my hands I pressed on the thick muscles on the calves using my fingers to draw gently on them gently downward. Not looking up, I removed her footwear and starting with her right foot pressed on the balls of the feet stretching the toes, idly wondering if tight shoes were the leading cause for bunions. She extended her left foot and I coyly noticed that she had spread her legs.
Easing the tension of her feet I rose and knelt in front of her trying to not to display my rising heat. Her slender fingers touched my chin and forced me to look up to her, ‘Rise’ she commanded and I stood.
Her slender hands clasped my hips, they pressed so gently that the goosebumps that arose on my skin begged to be touched. If only I could get rid of my clothing. Then in a fluid movement with her powerful movements she placed me on the sofa and straddled on my lap.
She was so close, her weight and body heat almost overwhelmed me, feline and primal I could not help but stare at her breasts and see the tips of the nipples pushing through the fabric. ‘M-mistress’ I stuttered but she held one slim finger on my lips and I complied. It was time for worship and not prayer.
I opened my lips and let her slip her fingers inside me, my tongue yielding to the rough entrance. She reciprocated, even more surreal up close. Her skin was smooth, flawless. Her eyes glowed green, full lips parting in a lipstick smile. The curves of her body spilled through the fabric, driving me wild as they bounced with each movement of her hips
‘My pet’ she purred, whipping her hair back with a practiced twist of the neck. Her back arched as she plunged her manicured fingertips into the cushions of her breasts, pushing them up as she gyrated in my lap.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so turned on. My whole body ached with longing, my hips twitched to the rhythm of
Mistress's lap dance. Even though she wasn’t touching me, a familiar pressure started building in my pelvis. It slowed my breathing and sent shivers through my entire body.
I buried my face in her chest, bringing my mouth down on her right nipple. Not satisfied with the sensation of fabric, I bit slightly and tore the fabric aside.
I was so hungry
I felt the ridges grow hard on my tongue as I sucked harshly, savoring the taste of sweat and skin. Her scent enveloped me in notes of lavender, citrus, and something earthy. She let out a moan, the frequency of her hip movements increasing.
I could tell she liked my touch.
I used my right hand to hold, squeeze, and massage her left breast as my free palm ran down her stomach, over her vibrating inner thigh, right down to her waxed, wet lips. I wrapped her swollen clit between two fingers, gently jerking it to the rhythm of her swaying hips.
She let out a sharp gasp and bucked against my hand, pressing her upper body against me, breasts smothering my face. I freed my hand and used it to plunge three fingers inside her.
She was warm, tight, and incredibly wet.
The way Mistress’s walls throbbed against my fingers sent bolts of pleasure through my whole body. It was like the mere touch of her was enough to transform the surface of my skin into one endless erogenous zone. I had to stop myself from grinding my vulva into the seam of my jeans. This wasn’t the time to dry hump my way into shallow ecstasy.
Her pleasure came first.
'You’re so beautiful, I groaned, planting supple kisses on her shoulders and neck.
She did not reply but bit me on my neck, her red hair a halo obscuring my vision began to lose control, her body movements no longer a paid performance but a symphony of pleasure. I kept a steady pace of finger thrusting and clit jerking as she collapsed on top of me, digging her nose into my neck as her moans grew quiet, throaty, sincere. I watched her round ass ripple as she drove herself into my hand over and over again.
I could feel it coming on, so I jerked harder, plunged deeper. She started shaking all over, moaning strings of words I couldn’t understand.
She was so close.
4年前
