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***Submission by jenna ***
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You enter O/our home from a long day at work, only to find me kneeling
by the door, head lowered and eyes downcast. I am wearing Your favorite
white teddy, my dark hair is drawn back with a white ribbon. The
angelic look is not ruined, but ehanced, by the leather collar and
leash I wear.
You wonder what trouble I have gotten into that day, for I am not
usually waiting for You like this. You look down upon me on the floor,
too tired to ask and decide to simply enjoy for a bit.
Striding to Your study, you motion me to follow. I do so quietly, with
total obediance. With a sigh at Your long day, You point to Your shoes.
Without a word, I remove them. Rising, I go to the bathroom and get the
small bowl W/we use for this. Returning , carrying the bowl carefuly,
for it is full of warm soapy water, I kneel back down at Your feet.
Lifting first Your left foot, I remove Your sock and begin a methodical
washing of Your foot. Beginning with the heel, then the arch, then the
ball, moving finally to the toes. I wash each very carefully, not so
much now for cleanliness (they are clean) but for relaxation. I know
this takes away many of the worries of the day. I do the other foot
now, in exactly the same manner.
After the washing, the massaging begins. To a casual observer, it seems
I am trying to inflict pain on You. I twist the foot this way and that,
rubbing very hard. Focusing on each toe, I rub from the base up, then
move to the top of the foot. Finishing that foot, I do the other.
Taking my time, concentrating fully. With a quick glance up, I see the
total relaxation on Your face and smile shyly. Your eyes are closed and
You are almost at a near doze.
I reach up to the button on Your jeans. Your eyes fly open at my tender
touch sliding up Your legs and fluttering briefly on Your crotch. With
one eyebrow raised You silently question my intentions. Gently stroking
Your thighs and calves, I let You know through touch that I cannot
massage Your legs if they are encased in denim. You raise Your rump,
too tired to stand, and I slide the jeans down, leaving You in only
Your boxers (assuming here). You shed Your shirt on the way to the
study.
Doing a deep tissue massage on Your thighs, then down to the calves. I
look up and get back onto my knees. Touching Your shoulders, my eyes
question if You want them massaged too. Shaking Your head, an impish
grin on Your face, you point down. You figure that I have done
something very bad this day to warrant this careful attention and are
going to take full advantage of the situation.
I begin to slide Your boxers down, You raise Your tush and let me ease
them over Your hips and down to the floor. Folding them with care , as
I always do Your clothes, I turn back to You and Your raging erection.
It is glorious in its fullnes and length. You must have been having
some wonderful thoughts while I rubbed Your feet and legs. Or perhaps
it is the teddy, or maybe my utter compliance to Your wishes.
Leaning in close, I silently hand You the end of the leash I wear. For
me , this is the ultimate sign of willing submission, to personally
hand You the control of me, not to have You take it.
You stroke my hair, at the same time pushing me gently down. I nuzzle
You all over, sometimes flicking my tongue out quickly, only to retract
it back just as quickly. You sigh with contentment, familiar with what
is to come.
Lowering myself, I begin to gently lick Your balls. Sometimes with just
the tip of my tongue, sometimes with the flat of it. Not in any set
rhythym, random. Dipping lower, I take them in my hand and begin a slow
rolling massage of them. This is more a comfort thing than a pleasure
thing. You begin to relax all over again. Very slowly lifting them, my
head comes in lower. You are so relaxed that You are caught off guard
when my tongue flicks out and licks that tiny, blood red vein that is
beneath them. A low deep moan comes from Your barrel chest. I continue
to lick there for a bit, enjoying the grunts issuing from you.
In a surprise move, I take them in my mouth and begin to roll them
around with my tongue. Gently sucking them, sometimes using my teeth to
rub them on my teeth. Seeing that You are getting antsy for me to move
on, I remove Your balls from my mouth and gently blow on them with cool
breath. I chuckle as I see your shudders and goosebumps.
Moving to the base of Your shaft, I lick around it. My hand snakes down
to massage Your balls while I devote the attention of my mouth, lips
and tongue to that wonderful erection of Yours. Savoring the taste and
texture of Your silky smooth skin. Twisting my head this way and that,
I lick all around the base, sometimes nibbling. Sometimes taking the
skin between my teeth and pulling oh so gently. Your moans are
increasing in intensity. I place my free hand on Your chest momentarily
to feel the rumbles there, pleased with myself for giving You so much
pleasure.
Moving up the shaft, I continue the nibbling and licking. My tongue
moves faster than You ever thought possible. I press it on You hard and
then lick. Then I gently sroke You with it, so soft You almost cannot
feel it. Like butterfly kisses. I work up one side and then down again.
Nuzzling the base and tickling Your short curlies (for lack of a better
description) I take my time in pleasing You. Moving up the other side,
I again nibble and lick, teasing and pulling gently. Never inflicting
pain.
You are enjoying this immensely, but I can see You are impatient,
becaus I have yet to even touch the head. So, slowly moving up the
shaft, my hand grasping You to stroke You as I move up, I finally reach
the head. Taking it only halfway into my mouth, I hold it with my
teeth. No lips, no tongue, just holding. Looking into Your eyes, I see
the heated desire there and the close impatience. Your fist is wrapped
around the leash, so tempted to just pull my mouth down on YOu to end
the sweet torture. But You are a strong Man and refrain. With a
seductive, yet cute, wink, my tongue flicks out just once on the very
tip of the head. You toss Your head back and groan. Your knuckles are
white on the leash now, Your thighs are quivering.
I begin to flick my tongue on the tip over and over again. Moving fast
as lightning. Your other hand slaps down onto the arm of Your favorite
leather chair, clenching. I fear W/we will have to call an upholsterer
again (W/we have to call them alot) to come and repair the half moon
marks Your nails are going to leave in the fine leather.
Taking the head fully in my mouth, I hook my teeth on the crown and tug
gently, while I suck and lick just the head. One hand still massaging
Your balls (wish I had a better word for them, that fit in with the
mood) and the other stroking You.
Moving down the shaft, I take more of You into my mouth. Then using my
tongue, I push the head to my cheek, there using my teeth to rub on it
while my tongue dances along the shaft. Still sucking and licking, my
teeth gently scraping, I close my eyes, totally into the pleasure I am
giving.
Taking my tongue, I move the head to the roof of my mouth, rubbing it
on the ridges there. Your hips are beginning to rise up off of the
chair, the need to be completely into me is becoming dire. Yet You will
not ask nor order. To You that is a sign of weakness, You will forebear
the torture a while longer. I know the sound of the growl that tells me
enough. I have not heard it yet. As I said, You are a strong Man.
Slowly moving down the shaft (You were only about halfway into my
mouth) I begin to take You down my throat. Going very slowly so that my
muscles can adjust to Your size. You grunt loudly as You feel the tight
throat muscles stretch to accomodate Your girth. I take in only about a
half an inch at a time, my tongue still dancing about madly, like a
pixie on Mid Summers Night. My teeth scraping as I take You in.
Finally, I am nuzzling the base again, You are completely within me.
Still massaging the balls, I hold You still so that I can adjust. You
heave a sigh of relief because this sensation is warm and comforting,
not teasing. Taking my time to allow the muscles to relax, I let You
relax also.
When W/we are both relaxed enough, and so I can catch You of guard, I
begin to swallow. My throat muscles are milking You. Squeezing and
releasing, over and over again.
This almost takes You over the edge, so I ease up. I begin to bob up
and down on the shaft, knowing You are close and need the release. As I
bob and move, my tongue swirls like a dervish. Looking up, I see that
yes, W/we will have to call the upholsterer, for Your nails have
penetrated the leather again.
Moving faster and faster on You, I mangage to take You completely down
my throat with each thrust and quickly swallow while You are there. So
You get a firm squeeze every time You penetrate me. This takes You oh
so close, I can feel Your balls contract to a tightness You have never
achieved before.
Feeling Your orgasm build to a fever point, I mover faster and faster
on You, stroking and squeezing the shaft on each up thrust, still
massaging Your balls at the same time.
Just as You are about to cum, I pull off of you, squeezing the base,
pinching off the orgasm. With a wide and impish smile, I aim the head
at my mouth. Parting my sexy red lips, I slowly run the tip of my
tongue over them. You give me and angry growl and are close to using
that leash on my bottom. I chuckle.
Releasing the pressure, I let You cum. You issue out sounds that are
gutteral and raw. Animalistic in the pure release. You love to watch
Yourself cum into my mouth. Not on my face, directly into my mouth. I
dont miss a drop, swallowing it all. Then I lean in and lick You clean
and dry.
Rocking back on my heels as far as the leash will let me go (which is
not far, as you have been twisting it around your fist) I await Your
desires.
When You have regained Your composure, You lift me to my feet and then
cradle me in Your arms. Walking on still unsteady legs, You carry me to
the bedroom. Laying me gengly on the bed, You hook the leash to it's
usual spot on the headboard. Looking down at me laying there, so
angelic, You briefly wonder just how bad this slave of Yours messed up
to have put forth so much effort in pleasing You. Shaking Your head,
You decide not to ask just now.
Stretching out beside me, You cuddle me in Your arms, dontent and
satiated for the time being. But I know my Master, the desire will
return shortly and then this one will pay for the teasing she has
inflicted upon Him. But for the time being, W/we are content to cuddle
and gently caress each other.
Speaking the first words to be uttered by either that evening, I ask
You, "How was Your day Master?" You begin to tell me of your
day. A
content domestic scene.
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