His Mistress is a harsh task master. She expects him to tend to her in whatever way she requires. For the moment.
When he complies, she might allow him some pleasure, but she always exacts a price for whatever she bestows.
The very thought of kneeling before her makes him hard. Being given the permission is nearly too much to bear.
She stands now in open-toed platforms, legs sheathed in silky nylons up to her thighs. She looms over him. Naked before her, he longs to lick her toes through the nylon, to run his tongue up the arch and around the ankle. Oh, to feel the texture of her skin through the hose.
But he dare not indulge without her permission.
She finally grants it with two taps of her riding crop to the top of his head.
His long tongue slithers out and begins to make its rounds. First those beautiful toes, then over the delicate contours of one foot and...
She abruptly turns on her heel, puts her back to him.
"Move higher," she commands.
He runs his tongue up her shapely calves to the back of her knees. He loves the back of her knees; the dimpled indent; the way the flesh flexes beneath the nylon when she lifts her leg. He must put his mouth on them to suck and tongue them through the nylon. The aroma of the nylon, the taste of it and her flesh in his mouth is more than he can stand.
Licking the back of her knee, his eyes scan up to the top of her stockings, then beyond the lacy edge to her smooth thighs and magnificent bottom.
"Please Mistress, may I move higher?" he begs.
Two taps signal her approval.
He begins to work his way northward, caressing the nylon with his tongue as he goes. Reaching the top of the stocking, he pauses to run it over a garter stay, then along the juncture of the stocking top and the skin of her thigh. He slithers it over the top and down inside the hose for an instant. His tongue meeting both nylon and sweet flesh sends tingling pulses to his cock.
Her sudden intake of air through her teethe betrays her pleasure too. But to remind him of his place, she quickly looks back over her shoulder and administers a solid rap to his behind.
His cock throbs. He is fully aroused.
The stretchy ring she has placed around his scrotal sac feels more constrictive now. Another rap to his ass causes his balls to jiggle, accentuating the feeling of confinement from the cock ring. His tongue, now fully on the flesh of her bountiful thighs and moving up, is lapping and slithering; leaving a slick coat of his own saliva.
"Move higher," she again commands.
He inches still higher until his tongue contacts her ass cheek at the juncture with her thigh. He nudges the fleshy overhang with his nose, then runs his tongue along it to lick it slick too. A squeak of pleasure from his Mistress and he knows he's doing what is required. But he then receives another sharp rap to his behind.
"Watch it, slave. Lick only what you are given permission to lick."
"Yes, my loving Mistress. I beg your forgiveness."
Two taps to his head provide her only answer.
He laps his tongue thoroughly over one half of her glorious ass, then the other.
He feels another two-tap to his head.
He quickly moves to a more inner portion; slithers his wet tongue between the cheeks then back out. Her deep crevice is warm and smoky.
