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Oral worship for my Mistress
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My heart raced at the invitation from my Mistress to join her monthly
celebration of womanhood. She chooses the day depending on her mood,
level of power she wants and humiliation she desires. Usually she calls
on me near the end when things have slowed to a manageable level. It is
such a natural process and yet filled with taboo overtones. We embrace
it at as a celebration of her womanhood and use the social taboo to
polarize it into a dominant and submissive act. I willing submit to her
needs. Plans are quickly made to meet that afternoon at her place.
My cock hardens at the anticipation and I start to enter sub space. It
is the mindset that makes me compliant, eager, willing and longing to
please. It allows me to overcome my fears, anxiety, apprehensions, and
taboos. I feel at home, suddenly comfortable, knowing my place and my
use in life.
I get to her place on time and knock. She opens
the door with a warm smile followed by her devilish grin. The one that
tells me I'm here for her. Today she is wearing a little black dress
that follows the gentle curves of her succulent body. The dress frames
her chest and shows off her breasts with just the right amount of
cleavage. Her short dark hair dances on her shoulders. Her eyes
captivating.
We greet with a deep passionate kiss full of lips
and tongue. My cock responds. Her kissing me is in no way a sign of me
obtaining equal status, in fact, it is just another way she teases and
torments me, giving me a taste but never enough to satisfy my hunger. As
her kiss breaks away I feel the weight of her hands on my shoulders
urging me to my knees. I lower my eyes to her feet, delicately encased
in black stilettos. Removing my clothing is awkward, yet rapid, as I am
on the floor. My cock now free from my silk boxers stands up straight
searching for some attention. Her hands on my head guide my face toward
her womanhood. I close my eyes and in darkness my other senses take
over. My nose now pressing against the fabric of her dress. The hint of
her heavenly aroma filling my senses. I inhale slowly and deliberately,
her scent filling me and taking over my body. The ache in me becomes
more than a want, it's a need, no longer a simple desire but a
necessity. She releases my head and walks away, the sudden departure
startles me, confusing my blissful state, opening a void, leaving me
empty. I open my eyes as I watch the dress flow delicately across her
ass. She picks up a glass of wine off the table as she departs.
Several steps away, without turning I hear her simple and direct command, "Follow me." I crawl.
By the time I caught up with her she was removing her dress and I
watched it fall to the floor as she stepped out of it. I picked up the
dress and laid it on the chair. My eyes indulging in her body clad only
in panties bra and heels. She smoothly removed the black bra and her
breasts now set free for me to feast my gaze upon. She is a sight to
behold and the view looking up from my knees is that of a Goddess. She
plays with the glass of wine swirling and sipping. I guessed it to be a
Bordeaux a favorite of hers. A sly smile across her face and she enjoyed
watching me.
"Come closer," she teased, in response to my
dazed state, "smell me." The breath is intoxicating. The scent of her
arousal mixed with her monthly menstrual cycle. I relished several deep
breaths filling my body with her aroma. My state of arousal and
submission is all encompassing. The world beyond us no longer exists
just me here to completely give myself to any of her wants needs and
desires. My lips and nose occasionally grazing the lace of the thong.
"Remove my panties," she demanded. I reach up and touching her, my
thumbs against the soft skin of her hips. I fumble and search slightly
until I slide them under the band of her thong and pull. Slowly pealing
them off of her, revealing her womanly treasures. My eyes now fixed upon
her shaved mound. I lower the thong to the floor and she steps out of
them, each movement teasing me with glimpses of her pussy.
She stands with her legs spread apart and uttered the words that drive me, "Lick!"
Slowly I touched her upper thigh and ran my tongue towards her mound.
She moans softly. I lick again wetting her lips and outer folds.
Nibbling and sucking awakening her pussy lips, encouraging them to
swell. Long patient strokes from the bottom and just barely touching her
clit as I pass by. I part her inner lips with the point of my tongue. I
working it deeper. My tongue exploring and finding the string of her
tampon. I swirl my tongue around and draw the string into my mouth.
"Mmmm," I moan.
Encouraging me, she says, "Good boy, pull it
out." With my teeth firmly holding the string I pulled back and removed
the last barrier to her inner depths. Dangling from my mouth I crawl to a
nearby trash can and deposited the tampon.
Before I could get back where I left off she has other plans. "I love this wine, do you want some?" she giggles.
What I want is to lick her pussy, fearing that is not the right
response, I hesitantly replied, "Yes Mistress, I would love some wine."
Withe another giggle she teased, "Guess what my little sub? I've
already drank most of it today and I am saving the rest of the bottle
for later, but I'm not going to be completely selfish. How about I share
my own special vintage with you. I've got to pee anyway. Come here and
put your mouth on my pussy. No licking this time, just open up and
swallow when I tell you."
"Yes Mistress!" I exclaimed eagerly
and complied. She raised one leg up on a chair. I raised my face higher
craning my neck while covering her pussy with my open mouth. My eyes
meeting hers. Her smile full, sexy, and devious with a look of complete
control. I now eagerly awaiting the first drops of her sweet golden
nectar. I was quickly rewarded with a stream filling my mouth. The taste
was exquisite. She stopped each time my mouth was full and paused
making me hold it before allowing me to swallow her personally flavored
wine. This went on till her bladder was empty and I had swallowed each
drop of her pee. A sense of belonging to her came over me now filled
with part of her. The taste is quite enjoyable to me and the act is one
of complete submission.
"I need to ride your face," she uttered next, her aroused state suddenly obvious in the hasty tone, "go lay on the bed."
"Certainly Mistress," I quickly replied with a big smile. Lying down
with my hands over my head I watch her crawl on the bed. Swinging one
leg over me facing my feet and giving me another view of her exposed
pussy. She came to rest above my chin and chest with her ass toward my
face. I enjoy the view of her round firm ass and delicate rosebud that
is now filling my vision.
"Lick my ass first!" she exclaims
while lowering her soft firm cheeks on my face. My tongue dives in as I
lick her hole. Lapping from her taint across her asshole. Slowly wetting
it and tasting the opening. I settle in losing myself in the task of
licking and darting my tongue around the sensitive skin. Pressing and
probing until she relaxes and the tip of my wet tongue darts inside.
Moaning and slowly moving her hips, she is pushing on my face my tongue
deeper in her ass. She loves my attention to her ass and it shows.
Her swaying and rocking increase, rotating her ass to my nose while I
lick across the sensitive skin that separates her two holes and find the
bottom of her slick pussy. The taste of her wet arousal mixed with the
scent of her ass sends my head whirling in ecstasy. She shifts her hips
back and pressing lower allowing my tongue to explore her inner folds
and circle around the swollen engorged skin. My task now shifts to
licking, sucking, swallowing each decadent sweet drop of liquid that
flows from her sacred spot. To worship her, putting all my other needs,
desires or wants aside.
I flatten my tongue and lick from
bottom to top and circle back with my tip alternating along each side.
Pausing after several strokes to dart inside and flick her inner walls.
She lets gravity take over as she lowers herself trying to get my tongue
deeper inside. Her ass temporarily covering my nose restricting my
breath. I am fully engulfed and working to please. I hear little of what
goes on around me, my eyes are closed and my breath is lost, my focus
is on my tongue and what pleasure it can bring to her. The licking
continues and time is irrelevant. She shifts and rides my face, giving
me short opportunities to inhale and fill my lungs with air.
As
she leans forward shifting her clit right over my mouth, I can focus
solely on her clit. I am alternating soft delicate licks with faster
darting flicks on her nub. Using my lips to suck her like a small cock.
She writhes and moans and I know she is getting close. Legs and thighs
are squeezing my head while her hips push and grind getting to just the
right spot. Her pleasure was building to the point of no return. Closer
we climb together. I am frantically licking her nub while her breathing
become ragged.
The release is phenomenal. She starts to shake,
with small high pitched gasps and squeaks. Her body tenses, she yells,
then her pussy opens with a gush of fluid. Enough to fill my mouth. I
lick as the contractions unfold, her body throbbing on my face as her
orgasm takes her to a place of pure bliss.
She collapses slowly
rolling off my body spent and satisfied. I lay gasping for air. We lay
opposite each other while she returns to the moment. My cock bobbing and
searching for some small touch or connection that will provide my own
desperate release.
"Worship and denial." She declares, "I'm
done with you. Go clean yourself up and enjoy the rest of your day." I
leave her on the bed to rest and head for the shower, my cock stretching
the limits, bobbing involuntarily. A mixture of complete satisfaction
and frustration. How my mind spins, feeling so happy and complete and
yet my body yells for just a little more please. I am in heaven knowing I
was used to provide her with such pleasure. Such sweet torture.
My parting words are sincere and filled with gratitude, "Thank you Mistress."
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Posted on : May 4, 2015
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