A Mutually Enjoyable Reward

"Disrobe and Kneel." I don't have to say it twice as you immediately begin to pull your white T-shirt over your head, sliding your belt buckle open, and dropping all your clothes to the ground before following them to the floor yourself. Kneeling at my feet, your head respectfully tilted downwards, I can see your nipples begin to harden, whether from being exposed to the cooler air or the delightful privilege of serving me, no one knows. Your turquoise and black collar stands out against your pale skin, and just seeing it sends a pang of desire between my legs. You are MINE, you belong to me, and that is such a beautiful and visual representation of that connection.

"Mmmmm. My champion, so eager to serve me. I often use you in myriad ways; your mouth on my clit, or riding your fingers or your whole hand, or making you hold my vibrator or fuck me with a toy. All have pleased me well. Have you a reward you wish to request? Perhaps having a certain hole filed? Being allowed to come an extra time this month? What is it that will you ask of me?"

You tilt your head up towards me, and it is the first time your eyes have raised and met mine since you knelt. Your glance melts me into a puddle every time; your clear desire to serve, to submit...your want and need for this...and that little glint in your eyes, just the right amount of sass. Such a brilliant creature, so delectable, so delightful, so much Mine.

"So I may request a specific activity?"

I nod in ascent.

"Then I'd like to request the opportunity to worship your ass, oh Goddexx of mine."

I let my slight surprise show for a moment, and then look at you sharply for a second before taking a deep breath. As I let it out, I reach out and grab your hair, turning around in one smooth movement, not letting go, and pulling your head in towards my ass, acquiescing to your desire to serve me in this way.

It's currently covered in see through lace fabric, but there is enough of my ass for you to hold it with both hands, face almost buried in it, dragging your knees across the ground as I pull you off balance, landing your face on my cheeks while my hand, your hair, my ass, and your face all move towards the bed. Once I reach it, I bend over it, sticking my ass out towards you and shaking it a little. I pull the lace fabric of my panties down just slightly. Then I tell you to finish the job with your hands behind your back, and that you had better not rip them or else.

I feel rather than see you come up closer behind me. I know you so well, I can imagine your face as you assess the problem at hand...or at ass? Thinking through a very methodical plan of attack, deciding the best way for your horny, perverted ass to gently finish removing this impediment to your desire, while simultaneously not landing yourself in the metaphorical doghouse by ripping them. All of this rational thought wages an internal war with desire; I haven't allowed you come for me in almost a week, and have been making you tease and edge yourself for me the whole while. Although I appreciate that your offer to serve me in this way as a reward is incredibly selfless, so too do I know how aroused you must be after feeling turned on so much all week with no release. I'm banking that you just want to dive in, and feeling the deep peace of servicing me and making me feel so good.

"You still alive back there?" I ask jokingly, and shake my ass at you a little, my curves and thick thighs jiggling as I do. This jolts you out of your deep thought and internal conflict, and I feel your body elongate and lean up against me as you stretch out and grip the top of my panties delicately in your lips, rather than your teeth. It takes a few tries, but slowly, you're able to get them down to my knees, and I give you a helpful reprieve then by bending my knees and letting them fall around my ankles before I step out of them and kick them to the side.

I feel you hesitating again, and I peek my head around the side, looking back at you with my curls tumbling down over my shoulder. "What's up?" The sight of you on your knees behind me, your face barely visible around the generous shape of hips and ass, sense a pulse of hot desire through my body, my cunt squeezing in need and intense want.

You hesitate, then ask "may I use my hands, my Liege? Or does that order still stand?"

Ah, yes. You're so good for, so attentive towards trying to follow my requests precisely. I debate requiring you to keep your hands behind you, but then realize I'd just be punishing myself. I want you to please me, to makes me feel so damn good, and I want all of you available for my pleasure.

"Ah, silly me, you may use them again, for now. Please stop delaying and worship me like the Goddexx I am." I feel your body stiffen slightly in what I am reading as deep desire at my final words, and your hands shoot out from behind you back to find themselves places on either of my hips as you steady yourself behind me. Leaning forward, first the pads of your fingertips trace over the large globes of my ass cheeks, followed by, though not quite taking the same trails, your lips. These lines of sizzling connection, particularly in an area that doesn't often experience such sensual touch, make me shiver in desire and anticipation. My hips are swaying side to side, and you can smell how aroused I am at your touch. You add your tongue and teeth into the mix, the barely there edges of your nails also crossing my skin. I respond to each touch, to each ministration, with a shiver or moan, my hips moving to a rhythm only I can hear, driven by the lust within. I get lost in your teasing of me, of making me wait to fully draw out the pleasure I am receiving from you, feeling you taking me to that edge.

After a while, your delectable teasing is no longer satisfying me, and I need more. I turn my head back towards you and growl. "Enough playing around, oh creature of mine. I have enjoyed your devotions and offerings that have temped me all week, and now I want my pleasure." You don't hesitate, but gently pull my cheeks further apart as you slide your tongue between them.

My moan is the loudest you've heard so far this night, and I bury my face into the bed I am bent over while I push my ass back into you, into your face, into your tongue that is slowly licking me up and down at almost a maddening and methodical pace. While my hips are now pushing up and down into your face, you keep your tongue going uniformly at the same speed, making me work just a little towards more pleasure. Your hands alternate holding my ass where you want it, and scraping across my pale cheeks, making me gasp and moan just a bit more.

Right before I open my mouth to tell you I want more from you, that I NEED more from you, I feel you pull back a little, and hear the click of the lube bottle opening. In only a few seconds, I feel the cool liquid sliding over my hole, and then your gloved finger pushing firmly into me.

Again, I bury my head in the comforter, shifting it side to side. So many feelings are running through me; the pulsing desire I feel throughout my body, aimed entirely at you; the touch of shyness and hint of something else around allowing you to please me in this particular way; the empowerment of being worshipped and served in just the right way by such an eager squire. All of them blend with the feeling of your finger pressing more and more insistently into my asshole, and culminates as I push myself back onto you, and take your finger all the way into me as I let out a gasp that deepens into a lengthy moan. That moan and gasp become a cycle as your other hand begins to play with my clit, seemingly at random. Sounds continue to escape my mouth and reach you even behind me, as you touch me in such exquisite ways, making me feel so fucking good.

From where you are still kneeling behind me, you can both see and feel my cunt as it spasms in response to both your clitoral and anal ministrations. As you are taking all of this in and gently fucking my ass with your finger, I come for the first time, my hips writhing between the attention of both of your hands. As you know, once I start to feel such waves of climax, I expect to take my pleasure from you over and over again, so you settle in a bit, feeling my clit harden, and my heart beatng in it, while I ride your finger in my ass for a bit.

After a few orgasms, you grab my vibrator and hold the wand up to my clit on the lowest level. My legs shake and shutter, my ass along with them, as I come again quickly, this time ejaculating all over your chest with my come dripping down my legs onto the floor. For a moment, I think about making you lick it up, but sigh when I realize asking you to clean it up later with some cavacide is a safer (sex) choice. The things I am denied in this sad sad world! Then I come again, and again, and again, and my brain has no more room in it as you slide two fingers from your vibrator hand into my cunt. Somehow, you've figured out how to balance or wedge the vibe near my clit, fill my cunt, and continue to fuck my ass without missing a beat.

What a clever, clever creature you are. What a very lucky deity I am to have your submission, to call you Mine. Each time you serve me, you learn my body and wants even more, and thus, each time you offer your devotions, when I opt to use you for my pleasure, becomes more and more satisfying.

My thoughts continue to blur as I come again and again, my moans, grunts, shrieks, and pants being slightly muffled by the comforter. I struggle to stay in place as my legs shake more, but if I don't keep myself properly upright, I press down even more on the well placed vibrating wand. Instead, I focus on feeling all of the different sensations I am feeling, not only in my cunt and ass, but also having you leaning on me, your lips kissing and nibbling all over my ass, wherever your mouth can seem to reach. I almost fall from climax and climax, working myself up and down your hands as I allow my power to build: I drain you and take everything you have to give me. Each smaller climax is a little more towards a building explosion of pleasure, and you can hear my breath catch as I get closer and closer, growling half into the bed and half at you that "you had better not fucking stop or you'll regret it."

As I get close, you pull your finger out of my ass, quickly replacing it with your tongue. This time around, it is neither slow nor methodical. Now, it is urgent and frenzied, pressing into me in just the way I need to push me over the edge. The noises I make, the way my cunt clenches at your fingers, the muscle contractions, and then suddenly, I am collapsing down off the side of the bed and into you, onto you. We are tangled in a pile of limbs and fingers and curves and come.

After a moment, I extricate myself into a more comfortable position, pulling you close to me, my fingers ruffling your hair. "It seems like that was quite the reward for us both. Well chosen my darling!"

You're silent, but nod tiredly, your face so sweet and your eyes full of longing. I want to give you something nice for you too, since you were so generous as to use your reward to please me in a way that you know makes me blush, and in a way that I would feel too shy to ask for, even from that who belongs to me. I pull one of my large, soft breasts out of my lace bra, and offer it towards you. Greedily, your hand reaches for it, and moments later, your mouth latches onto my nipple, my hand still in your hair. It feels so good to be like this, to fulfill you with my breasts while I bask in the glow of your worship of me.

What a good creature indeed.