"Do you enjoy my revised ideas?"
"Hmmmmmmmm?"he enquired, his concentration disturbed by her hand on his shoulder and the absence of the customary respectful tone in her voice. "How revised?"
"I wonder if you would permit me to revise them for you to enjoy them?" she questioned half to herself. He looked up and watched her raise a hand to touch her collar and then take the brooch from the top of her bodice.
"What idea?" He responded suspiciously.
"The idea that you want to see me, " she teased.
"Certainly," he replied, almost condescendingly. "I've been waiting for you to ask me permission....... And is there not something missing?"
"Something missing? I don't think so.....I know you have been waiting," she giggled. "I notice you waiting for me to ask and to kow-tow so often......"
"So often.....what?" he puzzled, misinterpreting her words for once.
"So often....that I thought I might be permitted to forego the formalities tonight," she murmured, reaching behind her to unfasten the clips on her bodice. She moved her hips to the slow rhythm of music from the orchestra playing in the square outside. As her hands moved downward, the bodice opened gradually, revealing the tops of her breasts cupped in lavender stays. The round tops plunged into a deep cleavage. He watched her, daydreaming about running his tongue down between her breasts.
"You did, did you?" he questioned diffidently.
"Yes........," she left the sentence teasingly unfinished again, releasing another clip. This allowed the bodice to gape farther apart. She slid a hand inside it and cupped her own breast, just as he would have liked to do. She squeezed it, eyes closed to savour the sensation, and ran her thumb and finger down to the tip where her nipple was raising a bump under the fabric, pinching and pulling on it. Then she resumed her unclipping.
"Really, well such informality might almost become you.......under another Master's control."
"Thank you, but not under yours?" she said, turning her back to him. It was bare to the waist as the last bodice clip slipped open.
"You know the answer to that full well." he grumbled. Her only response was to give him a coy look over her shoulder, before letting the silken garment slip down and off her arms. She tossed it onto a nearby chair. Swaying to the music gracefully, she crossed her arms in front of her, hugging herself with a hand on each shoulder. She stroked at the material of her stays with her fingers, first one and then the other, until both had slipped lower.
"I do don't I," she giggled, still with her back to him.
"But.....," she began and she reached up, crossed her arms across her breasts again to hold the stays in place and turned back to face him.
"......I can be soooooo forgetful, as you are so fond of remarking." She twisted her shoulders slowly and sensuously, making the stays slide down lower and, with only slightly revealing glimpses of more breast, working them down on one side. Now, only her crossed arms kept the stays in place. Slowly, she lowered the left side, exposing more of the top of her breast until the rosy region around her nipple showed, and then the nipple itself peeked free, erect and taut. She dropped her arm and the bra fell away, exposing her left breast.
"That's the smaller one," she said.
"You need to show a little respect to earn reassurance, my dear," he advised.
"No. I just need to be an ornament for your admiration at present," she gushed, squeezing herself and moving her hand underneath her breast to lift it, offering it to him. Turning slightly to one side, she pulled her shoulders back, then turned back the other way, displaying herself from both sides.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"Perfect," he told her. "So perfect that i can almost taste it."
"Do you really think so?" she teased, not really seeking affirmation, smiling as if amused by the idea. She crossed her arms behind her head, making her breasts jut out even more prominently, and shook them gently from side to side.
"Well," she murmured. "Is there anything else you'd authorise me to show you?"
"I intend to see it all," he advised her. "Everything that I possess in due course."
"There's another idea flying through my mind in response to your humble request," she laughed.
"You are asking for a spanking, young lady. Now get on with it"
"Well, okay, just don't say puh-lease," she pouted, pressing a sexy finger against her lips, as if thinking.. She paused for a further moments and then dropped her hands to the waist of her skirt. She found the buttons at the side and undid them slowly. Looking up at him and observing the incipient frustration she began, eventually, to slide it down over her hips. With a rocking motion, she slowly worked the skirt over her backside and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it daintily, laying it carefully across the chair arm.
The dark purple slip beneath the skirt followed, folded tidily. She was wearing stockings and a lacy petticoat in a lavender colour that matched the bodice that she had previously discarded. She turned her back towards him, glanced over her shoulder quizzically and then smiled wickedly. She reached down to roll the panties over her hips and down her thighs, revealing a well-toned bottom.
"Nice?" she asked.
"Of course," he confirmed. "Stockings and Collar. Very nice, but.....something is still missing."
"What would that be?" she said flatly, reaching for her bodice and slipping one sleeve over her shoulder, "unless you..."
"Wait," he ordered. "Is there no more?"
"Oh," she said, still acting bemused. "I suppose there is.......Sir."
"Ahhhhhhhh," he sighed, relaxing as, with an impish expression, she stepped towards the sofa and reached down to take off one of her stockings.
"Leave the stockings on," he instructed. "It looks more lascivious."
She turned to face him and nodded, keeping her thighs pressed tightly together. She sat on the sofa, still keeping her knees together. She looked at him and, when she was sure she had his attention, relaxed her legs and slowly let her knees fall apart.
"Can you see all right, Sir?" she asked solicitously.
"Not quite," he said.
"Here, then, Sir," she responded, scooting her backside forward on the sofa and spreading her legs wide. The dark rose colour of her nether lips showed between her legs, slightly open and glistening with dampness.
"Now can you see, Master?"
"Yes," he confirmed. "Now I can see."
"Do you like what you see, Sir?" She asked him.
"Of course I do," he said gruffly.
"Do you like to see me in action too, Sir?" She added, licking a finger and then slipping it between her thighs.
"You know the answer to that very well," he replied a trifle petulantly.
She moved her finger up to the button of her sex and rolled it around. She brought it to her mouth again, then moved it back to her irresistible dampness and slowly inserted it between the lips and into herself. When it was all the way in, she rolled her wrist around, rotating her finger up inside her. Then she slipped it out again, now wet with her juices, and teased herself again with her fingertip. She closed her eyes and took a ragged breath. Then she opened them again and looked at him.
"So," she asked, "is looking all you want to do......Sir?"
Instead of answering, he slipped down on his hands and knees and slid across the room to her.
"Oooooh, Sir. Does this mean I am in charge?"
He didn't reply but slid down in front of her, placing a hand on each of her thighs to spread them wide apart. The lips opened slightly, revealing a slick bud and hinting at the opening of her deeper channel. He leaned forward and buried his face in her and she let her head fall back against the cushions, enjoying the build up of sensations in her nether regions.
He pushed his tongue as deep into her as he could and forced it back and forth and in and out. Then, he licked upward. She moved her hand out of the way. He flicked her with his tongue, chewed on the lips and wrapped his mouth around her and rubbed vigorously with his tongue. She rolled her hips, pushing up against his wickedly teasing tongue and moaning softly.
"Thank you, Master," she said, licking her lips. "I'm so ready. I could come just like this." She was very wet, and not just from his kisses.
"You will have to wait for permission," he told her.
With a gasp, she reached forward with both hands and pulled his head into her. He delved into her with his tongue. She bucked her hips up at him in increasingly convulsive jerks.
"Oh!" she murmured passionately. "Oh! Lick it for me, please! Make me, Sir. Make me!"
Her hands were pressing his mouth hard against her. His tongue and lips flicked and sucked and pushed into her and rolled her love button, nibbling at it, licking and humming. He sucked on her, shaking his head from side to side, holding it in his lips. Then he lapped at it -- good strong licks that endured.
"Ohhhhh, Sir!" she cried convulsively. With a shudder and a gasp, she exhaled an incoherent stream of words: "oh sir yes that's so good oh sir fuck me with your tongue sir oh lick me oh sir oh my God lick me yes sir that's it that's it that's it."
She held herself motionless for until her thighs, which had been clasping his head, relaxed and fell wide apart. She opened her eyes and looked at him, relaxing and taking a deep breath.
"Put it in me, Sir," she said, trying to take control.
"Right now?" he teased.
"Right now, Sir. I need you right now."
He rose up on his knees and slid his breeches open. Her hands joined his and tugged them down awkwardly. They were followed swiftly by his underwear.
"Put it in me,Master, please," she begged pleadingly, clawing at the sofa in her lust. She put a hand under each of her knees and lifted herself up towards him, an offering for his pleasure. She was spreading herself open before him, so lascivious in those stockings. He placed the head at the opening, wiggled it up and down to get some of her lubrication on it, and pressed forward. Her tight channel resisted him, so he pulled back a little and rocked back and forth.
"Are you sure you need this?"
"Oh, Sir, don't do this to me."
"So you are not sure?"
"Stop the word games, Sir. And just take me."
She could feel him shaking with laughter as he pushed forward again. He slid in smoothly in one steady motion until her warm, wet lips were spread wide around the base of him. He could feel himself pushing against the back of her wetness. He pulled out and pushed into her again, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. She clutched him with her thighs. Her heels prodded at his backside, pulling him into her.
He shoved in and out of her. He slipped his arms behind her back and pulled her forward against him, pressing her breasts against his chest. His other hand slipped down behind her backside and pulled her forward, forcing her onto him as deep as he could go.
She hunched her hips forward, meeting every thrust he gave her. She shook her hips back and forth as he pumped in and out of her. Her lips kissed all over his face, then dropped to his mouth. Slowly and irresistibly she forced her tongue into his resistant mouth, licking and sucking on his tongue. She put her hands behind him and they pulled toward each other, pressing her onto him. She was making little moans and cries as he pumped into her, and he could knew that she was going to explode again.
"Oh, yes," she whimpered. "Oh, give it to me, just like that. Yes, yessss. Push it in me. Push in there. Harder. Harder! Yes, damn it. Give yourself to me. All the way. Ah! Ah!"
"All the way, pet. Yes, you may."
Her body began to shudder. She held her legs as far apart as possible before locking her legs back around him again, pulling him into her Arms around his neck, she pulled herself up against him, pressing those marvellous breasts into his chest while she snapped herself up to meet each of his thrusts into her. Then, as her orgasm subsided, she relaxed, letting her legs slip slowly down to the floor. He continued to stroke into her, slow and steady.
"Mmmmmm, that was gorgeous, Master," she moaned.
"You are so tightly wrapped around me, young lady," he gasped. "I can feel you milking me."
And she was gripping him. She would relax each time he pushed forward, giving him free access to bury as deep as possible inside her. Then, when he drew back for another stroke, she tightened the muscles of her moist opening, resisting his withdrawal.
"It almost feels like you're sucking me."
"Now, there's another idea, Sir," she said, offering him control again. "Let me eat you.....Master."
She pushed his shoulders away and hunched backwards. He slipped out and she knelt down between his legs.
"It looks as good as it felt, Sir," she smiled, licking her lips as she leaned forward to kiss the tip.
"Mmmmmm," she giggled, "it tastes just like me, Sir."
"I wonder why."
She extended her tongue and began to lick the head, grasping him in one hand to hold it steady. When she had cleaned the head to her satisfaction, she pushed her lips down over it, holding just the head inside her mouth and sucking on it. Then, maintaining a sucking vacuum, she forced him deep into her mouth. She pumped her head back and forth, her lips forming a grasping ring around him as she slid up and down his length. When he was deep inside her mouth, she waggled her tongue back and forth along the underside.
"Do you like it when I suck you, Master?" she asked, pulling her mouth off him. Her hand pumped up and down on him. "Would it please you Sir ... do you want to ..... come in my mouth?"
He didn't answer and she didn't really expect him to.
She lowered her head, obedient to his unspoken agreement and began working up and down. Her hand soon joined her lips, jacking up and down on him with her mouth. It slid through her clutching finger into the warm, sucking tunnel of her mouth and then back out again, her lips trailing along it as if yielding it reluctantly. She began to work on him energetically, pressing her head down onto him and pulling back quickly, only to thrust him into her mouth again.
Little moans of passion exhuded from her throat each time she exhaled. This imparted a vibration to him. He sluiced in and out of her sucking mouth and clinging fingers. She sensed that it was coming and sucked frantically, furiously, throwing her head forward and back, rotating her mouth around him, while she sucked so hard that smacking sounds burst out around her lips. Her hand flew up and down along the shaft. Pressing into her mouth, he shunted his hips back and forth,exploding convulsively, spewing into that gasping heat.
She swallowed hard, several times, each movement of her throat muscles tugging on the length and extending the sensation. Finally, she pulled back and let him slip out of her mouth. She looked down and reached out to fill her mouth again. As he gradually came down from the peak, she continued to suckle on him gently. Every now and then, she'd run her tongue under his turgid erectile flesh, sending an electric pulse shooting through him. He could feel each jolt start somewhere around his toes and in those bursts of electrical warmth, his tension dissipated. She quietened down for a moment as he held her and stroked her hair thoughtfully.
"Ummmmm," she said, licking her lips, "my favorite drink.......now Sir."
He said nothing, but opened his eyes and looked into hers, testing...always testing.
"You do enjoy my ideas after all, don't you..., Sir?" she smiled looking up at him, craddled within his protective arms. "And you seem to like my revisions too, don't you, Master?"
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