Mistress - some tender time
The moment we kissed, that very instant when Mistress's lips touched mine, before even her tongue emerged, just that first moment; that was the instant I was gone. I was hers. The feeling was deep in my gut more than anything. My silent moan vibrated my whole body. My knees were instantly weak, I was unstable on my heels, more unstable than usual. If Mistress had not been holding my hips I'm sure I would have fallen.
My eyes closed, not through any conscious choice, my own lips parted, my body pressed against her. The softness, the oh-so gentle suction of Mistress's kiss continued. I felt the air being drawn from my mouth, my very spirit being drawn from me, my will, my volition. My head was so light, so dreamlike.
Hands moved around my body, from hips to my substantial bottom, across my back, to my neck, shoulders. Holding my face still, kissing me harder, the first probing of a tongue. Oh my.
We fell back, well, more like Mistress guided me, onto the bed. Our bodies entwined, legs, thighs, a catch of stocking on a boot, ignored. Lips locked, sucking, reaching. Her tongue invading my mouth, taking possession, taking ownership, demanding that I accept it. I could feel Mistress's hardness against my thigh, grinding slowly, pressing, insistent. My own 'hardness' was irrelevant, trapped, constrained, and purely plastic.
On top of me now, her whole body covering me, pinning my hands above my head, making movement or resistance impossible. Not that I wanted to resist.
Her tongue now thrusting, basically fucking, r****g my mouth. In. Out. Lick. Thrust. My response was to encounter it with my own, feeling it, licking it, tangling with it.
Time stopped. It could be a minute, or an hour. Or a week. I was completely, and utterly hers.
After a century Mistress eased off me, got up, and stood beside the bed. I lay in a daze. I saw her elegantly step out of her panties, and then sexily d**** them across my face. I inhaled deeply, feeling somewhat dizzy. She grabbed my hand, lifting me to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Oh yes. I wanted this! I knew what was coming.
But no. Mistress turned away from me, the immediate object of my desire facing the wrong direction. She lifted the hem of her dress, exposing her lovely bottom, right in front of my eyes. Ahhh.
I leaned forward, trailing kisses from one buttock to the other. But the angle was all wrong. I decided to be just a little bit assertive. I knew it would be for Mistress's benefit. I hoped she would see it that way too.
I positioned her face down on the edge of the bed, with me on my knees on the floor, in between her protruding legs. Her bottom was at exactly the right height now.
I licked along one thigh, then the other, leaving a tiny moist trail. I licked at the sensitive join of bottom and thigh. I parted her lovely globes, exposing her sweet tight little bud. I licked and nibbled all around, occasionally drifting across it. I added more moisture, my licking became more intense.
Mistress lifted up, and spread wider, giving me greater access. I blew a gentle flow of air across her rosebud, followed by a wet tonguing. I worked a finger around the area, just ever-so slightly pressing, feeling her gentle resistance. And then my tongue was right there, right on the very spot, wet, insistent, probing. I was right at her now, eating her juicy pussy, my tongue entering her slightly, followed by a finger, then my tongue again.
Reaching beneath her as I paid homage to her sweet hole, I felt her seeming-huge hardness. I wanted it. I needed it. But I would wait for my Mistress to allow me access. Meanwhile I lapped, I licked, and then I was sucking at her balls. Sucking one, then the other right into my mouth, wet, hot, then back to her pussy.
My tongue and jaw and knees were getting sore, but I knew this was my problem, and not something to worry Mistress about. I think there may have been a few drips coming from my cage, there was a sticky coldness on my thigh. But again, this was nothing Mistress needed to concern herself with.
My world had shrunk, it was focused on my Mistress's pleasure: on her bottom, on her luscious globes, on her dripping pussy, on her soft dangling balls. My sole purpose was to produce little moans of pleasure, words of encouragement, to obey the occasional commands to do things in certain ways.
Finally, after another eternity, Mistress moved up the bed, and indicated for me to join her. I climbed up, this time I was on top. And we fell to kissing again. She was so passionate, so demanding, so urgent. As we kissed I could feel her huge hardness against my tummy. I wondered if she could feel my useless little cage.
In a brief rest from kissing I whispered, I begged, I wanted her. I needed her. I had to have her. She smiled, and nodded. Yes!
I slid down her body, towards the end of the bed, my knees positioned between her spread legs, giving me a great angle as I leaned down. I lifted her shiny dress up out of the way, there was nothing between me and her now.
I grasped her firmly, it was large, so hot! But I surprised her by starting licking around the base, along her thighs, across her lovely smooth pubis. I left her knocking against my face as I nibbled and licked, my head shifting, moving her hardness at times, my hair brushing across it.
From her movements I could tell she was ready for more; so I obliged.
I licked its length, from base to tip, and back again. I was worried actually, I was not sure I would be able to manage this completely, despite the training I had been doing for weeks on plastic simulcra.
I nibbled gently, I sucked the outside, I spread more moisture, making it slick against my lips. I looked up at Mistress, delaying until she caught my eyes, and finally took the sweet soft head into my mouth as our eyes were locked.
But this was almost too much for me. I then closed my own eyes, and went to work. I started shallow, taking her just a short way into my hot mouth. In and out, my tongue swirling as I did so. I grasped her, held her tight, and made a few deeper dives. Then let it free as I continued. I was desperate to see if I could, if I could manage to take her all the way.
I repositioned myself on the bed, flicked my hair out of the way, looked briefly up into her eyes again, and then descended. Holding gently at the base with one hand, I lowered my mouth, I relaxed as best I could. I felt that first moment of resistance, when the gag reflex commenced. I pushed slightly beyond, and then eased off, spluttering slightly. But then immediately went back down. I repeated this several times, each time getting a little more of her down my throat.
A final push, holding my breath, suppressing the reflex, opening as wide as I could, gagging, gasping... yes! It was all the way! I raised off, streams of gloopy juice rising with me, my nose starting to run, my eyes watering, smiling at Mistress.
And then I went back. For longer. My nose pressed against her smooth pubis. And then off. And then down again. And then slowly, gently, a little fucking motion. A couple of gentle thrusts as she was wholly embedded. I choked, and eased off, more juices. But I went back again.
I was feeling so proud of myself, having performed something I had never done before. This was nothing to Mistress, of course. For her, it would be expected that I perform my duty the best I could.
I really, really, really wanted Mistress's juice, her beautiful cream. So I started working furiously, maybe not going all the way down, but swirling, using my tongue, gripping her firmly, and even slipping a finger under her gently into her tight hole. I wanted her juice. I needed her juice.
But just as I felt she must be close, she pushed me off. I was so disappointed. I tried to regain my place, the place I belonged, my mouth firmly wrapped around her lovely huge clit, but she resisted.
Maybe it was for the best; I was utterly exhausted by now. I slumped back on the bed beside my Mistress. Our hands came together. I snuggled against her, my face beside her shoulder, nestling her neck. A hand rested on my head, gently caressing, patting my hair.
Yes.
My eyes closed, not through any conscious choice, my own lips parted, my body pressed against her. The softness, the oh-so gentle suction of Mistress's kiss continued. I felt the air being drawn from my mouth, my very spirit being drawn from me, my will, my volition. My head was so light, so dreamlike.
Hands moved around my body, from hips to my substantial bottom, across my back, to my neck, shoulders. Holding my face still, kissing me harder, the first probing of a tongue. Oh my.
We fell back, well, more like Mistress guided me, onto the bed. Our bodies entwined, legs, thighs, a catch of stocking on a boot, ignored. Lips locked, sucking, reaching. Her tongue invading my mouth, taking possession, taking ownership, demanding that I accept it. I could feel Mistress's hardness against my thigh, grinding slowly, pressing, insistent. My own 'hardness' was irrelevant, trapped, constrained, and purely plastic.
On top of me now, her whole body covering me, pinning my hands above my head, making movement or resistance impossible. Not that I wanted to resist.
Her tongue now thrusting, basically fucking, r****g my mouth. In. Out. Lick. Thrust. My response was to encounter it with my own, feeling it, licking it, tangling with it.
Time stopped. It could be a minute, or an hour. Or a week. I was completely, and utterly hers.
After a century Mistress eased off me, got up, and stood beside the bed. I lay in a daze. I saw her elegantly step out of her panties, and then sexily d**** them across my face. I inhaled deeply, feeling somewhat dizzy. She grabbed my hand, lifting me to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Oh yes. I wanted this! I knew what was coming.
But no. Mistress turned away from me, the immediate object of my desire facing the wrong direction. She lifted the hem of her dress, exposing her lovely bottom, right in front of my eyes. Ahhh.
I leaned forward, trailing kisses from one buttock to the other. But the angle was all wrong. I decided to be just a little bit assertive. I knew it would be for Mistress's benefit. I hoped she would see it that way too.
I positioned her face down on the edge of the bed, with me on my knees on the floor, in between her protruding legs. Her bottom was at exactly the right height now.
I licked along one thigh, then the other, leaving a tiny moist trail. I licked at the sensitive join of bottom and thigh. I parted her lovely globes, exposing her sweet tight little bud. I licked and nibbled all around, occasionally drifting across it. I added more moisture, my licking became more intense.
Mistress lifted up, and spread wider, giving me greater access. I blew a gentle flow of air across her rosebud, followed by a wet tonguing. I worked a finger around the area, just ever-so slightly pressing, feeling her gentle resistance. And then my tongue was right there, right on the very spot, wet, insistent, probing. I was right at her now, eating her juicy pussy, my tongue entering her slightly, followed by a finger, then my tongue again.
Reaching beneath her as I paid homage to her sweet hole, I felt her seeming-huge hardness. I wanted it. I needed it. But I would wait for my Mistress to allow me access. Meanwhile I lapped, I licked, and then I was sucking at her balls. Sucking one, then the other right into my mouth, wet, hot, then back to her pussy.
My tongue and jaw and knees were getting sore, but I knew this was my problem, and not something to worry Mistress about. I think there may have been a few drips coming from my cage, there was a sticky coldness on my thigh. But again, this was nothing Mistress needed to concern herself with.
My world had shrunk, it was focused on my Mistress's pleasure: on her bottom, on her luscious globes, on her dripping pussy, on her soft dangling balls. My sole purpose was to produce little moans of pleasure, words of encouragement, to obey the occasional commands to do things in certain ways.
Finally, after another eternity, Mistress moved up the bed, and indicated for me to join her. I climbed up, this time I was on top. And we fell to kissing again. She was so passionate, so demanding, so urgent. As we kissed I could feel her huge hardness against my tummy. I wondered if she could feel my useless little cage.
In a brief rest from kissing I whispered, I begged, I wanted her. I needed her. I had to have her. She smiled, and nodded. Yes!
I slid down her body, towards the end of the bed, my knees positioned between her spread legs, giving me a great angle as I leaned down. I lifted her shiny dress up out of the way, there was nothing between me and her now.
I grasped her firmly, it was large, so hot! But I surprised her by starting licking around the base, along her thighs, across her lovely smooth pubis. I left her knocking against my face as I nibbled and licked, my head shifting, moving her hardness at times, my hair brushing across it.
From her movements I could tell she was ready for more; so I obliged.
I licked its length, from base to tip, and back again. I was worried actually, I was not sure I would be able to manage this completely, despite the training I had been doing for weeks on plastic simulcra.
I nibbled gently, I sucked the outside, I spread more moisture, making it slick against my lips. I looked up at Mistress, delaying until she caught my eyes, and finally took the sweet soft head into my mouth as our eyes were locked.
But this was almost too much for me. I then closed my own eyes, and went to work. I started shallow, taking her just a short way into my hot mouth. In and out, my tongue swirling as I did so. I grasped her, held her tight, and made a few deeper dives. Then let it free as I continued. I was desperate to see if I could, if I could manage to take her all the way.
I repositioned myself on the bed, flicked my hair out of the way, looked briefly up into her eyes again, and then descended. Holding gently at the base with one hand, I lowered my mouth, I relaxed as best I could. I felt that first moment of resistance, when the gag reflex commenced. I pushed slightly beyond, and then eased off, spluttering slightly. But then immediately went back down. I repeated this several times, each time getting a little more of her down my throat.
A final push, holding my breath, suppressing the reflex, opening as wide as I could, gagging, gasping... yes! It was all the way! I raised off, streams of gloopy juice rising with me, my nose starting to run, my eyes watering, smiling at Mistress.
And then I went back. For longer. My nose pressed against her smooth pubis. And then off. And then down again. And then slowly, gently, a little fucking motion. A couple of gentle thrusts as she was wholly embedded. I choked, and eased off, more juices. But I went back again.
I was feeling so proud of myself, having performed something I had never done before. This was nothing to Mistress, of course. For her, it would be expected that I perform my duty the best I could.
I really, really, really wanted Mistress's juice, her beautiful cream. So I started working furiously, maybe not going all the way down, but swirling, using my tongue, gripping her firmly, and even slipping a finger under her gently into her tight hole. I wanted her juice. I needed her juice.
But just as I felt she must be close, she pushed me off. I was so disappointed. I tried to regain my place, the place I belonged, my mouth firmly wrapped around her lovely huge clit, but she resisted.
Maybe it was for the best; I was utterly exhausted by now. I slumped back on the bed beside my Mistress. Our hands came together. I snuggled against her, my face beside her shoulder, nestling her neck. A hand rested on my head, gently caressing, patting my hair.
Yes.
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