"Home Sweet Home"
Carol moved back to England after her husband wasted the money from the sale of their home in England on a boat, without a thought for her or their family. From now on things will be a bit topsy turvy to how they were before: xmas and summer in England and ten months abroad will become maybe three months, January, May and September abroad, and the rest in England.
Her new apartment with its sea view is quite sumptuous, two bedrooms with a shared en suite, living room and open plan kitchen/diner. She had even brought her giant poppies back, but did miss her dogs, but not her husband wasteful antics, like Las Vegas stagnights. Plus she had made some great friends in her time abroad, and would still see them for 3 months a year, but now she had to get her life sorted here.
Sex had always been important to her, and she loved the excitement of an encounter, but she had a new found interest, aroused in her by the stories written for her by her long time admirer, which centred on her as the femme fatale dominatrix, and her admirers submission and worship of her in the bedroom.
She had always been the submissive one in her sexual relationships, but now she found that her most intense orgasms came about when fantasising about having her slave on his knees, his head between her legs, or alternatively, sitting on his face as he worshipped her and she rewarded him with her cunt juice and the aforementioned intense and body wracking orgasms, delivered when he was either licking her clit or tongue fucking her as she masturbated into his waiting mouth.
Her slave was slightly younger than her and although had not had that many sexual partners was an enthusiastic lover, with staying power, which although not as good as The Gardener, her former lover, due to arrive very soon, but was, in her experience, certainly above average. Add to that her control over his release, whereby he had to ask for her permission to come, frequently denied, when she teased him relentlessly, making him fuck her but not come then withdraw and pleasure her repeatedly with his tongue, all added up to a very satisfying distraction from her day to day life.
Her slave visited whenever required and knowing his predilection for cunnilingus and his fetish for stockings and high heels (suspenders optional, she tried not to spoil him), she was pleasured for extended sessions, with candle lit baths, chilled bubbly served from a silver tray as he knelt by the bath and then it was onto the sex, after he had knelt and rolled the sheer black stockings up her perfect slender legs, kissed her feet and put on her choice of high heeled shoes, an dmsemble which made her feel not only sexy and sensual, but powerful, and dominant.
They soon got into a very mutually satisfying routine; leg worship, tongue worship and orgasm number 1, after which she felt she could relax and then show her creativity as a Mistress. She would order him to stand before her, naked and inspect his shaved scrotum, raking her nails across his balls and then up and down his erection, only 6 inches long, two or three less than she preferred if truth be told, until the veins pulsed and he made those funny little grunting noises, especially when she dug the nails of her free hand into his scrotum, pulling firmly down on his balls, making the skin of his cock head taught and shiny, until the pre cum oozed out.
Depending on how she felt, she might spank his hard cock with a very flexible plastic ruler, not too hard, but firm enough to make it harder, making the veins bulge and pulse, as he stood before her, helpless to do anything but submit to her magnificence, her dominance, her animalistic desires, as she teased him closer and closer towards that elusive orgasm.
She rather liked applying an inch or two of toothpaste behind the glans of his cock,which was sheer torture for her slave, then rubbing his foreskin back and forth, very slowly as the hot/cold feeling pervaded his smooth, shiny, purple cock head.he would only be allowed to come or wash it off once she was completed satisfied sexually. But he was only allowed that on special occasions.
During a normal session, She liked to wipe the pre cum off his cock head, and either rub it into his glans or onto her nipples, which were then licked and sucked by her slave, before repeating the process until she was ready to be either licked again or fucked.
A session was rarely over before she had come five or six times, the last being given after the obligatory clean up, which consisted of him licking his own come out of her fuck hole and once she was clean, sucking her clit for the final climax, which, more often than not was cataclysmic, explosive and earth shattering which left them both breathless and completely spent.
Todays session began with her slave undressing her and bringing both a cool drink and a hot razor to remove the stubble from her pussy as he knelt before her.
As she decided what she would wear for the extended session she was planning, her slave ran her bath, then held her hand as she stepped in and once she was relaxed in the warm bubbles, handed her her drink and then played her some new music he had found for her.
Bath over, he held the towel for her as she stood and lovingly dried her glorious body as she dried her hair.
She pointed to the new packet of stockings on the bed and he open it and unwrapped them with a look of sheer reverence on his face. He knelt without her saying a word and began to roll the stocking open but she stopped him and said "Nail polish first slave."
It wasn't something he did often for her but she wanted her nails to be perfect today, not for her slave but for her lover, a re-acquaintance, who was due inside the hour.
One foot done he held it as he gently blew them dry. He then topped up her glass and began on her other foot, again blowing until she was satisfied that he'd done a reasonable job. Then and only then did she stretch out her leg and foot which allowed him to slip the stocking onto her foot and up her leg, repeating it with the other leg, which she then crossed and ordered him to place her red shoes on, saying "You may kiss them slave". She tilted her head to the side, glancing down to his erect cock, nestled in his short cut pubic hair, above his shaven ball sac. She smiled at the fact that throughout the whole process his cock had remained hard, and that he hadn't touched it, oh no, that wasn't allowed until she gave her permission and then uncrossed her legs, spreading her thighs just wide enough for him to get his head between them on her command. She grabbed a handful of fair but greying hair and pulled him towards her cunt.
As his mouth approached her quim he almost whispered "Please may I pleasure you Mistress."
"You may lick my cunt slave," she replied, and lay back to enjoy his efforts.
He licked her mound, either side if her lips feeling the warmth of her smooth skin, the hardened his tongue and tried to part her outer lips.
"Lips first," was all she said and he made his tongue flat and wet and licked each lip with a firm, long wet stroke of his tongue, alternating left and right until they parted as her beautiful vagina moistened and dilated as if ready to take a long hard cock. He pressed his tongue flat against both lips and applied pressure to spread them even further, then licked upwards, tasting her cunt juice which was not flowing freely out of her fuck hole, until his tongue sought out her clit, hidden in its fleshy hood. At the first contact with it she moaned in appreciation, and he swirled his tongue around it repeatedly, in both directions, clockwise and anti clockwise as she grabbed a handful of hair and ground his face into her by now soaked crotch. Her first orgasm of the day was very intense, lasting several seconds, and left her gasping for air as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her gorgeous body and made her light headed and unable to move for a good thirty seconds.
He knew better than to lick her cunt when she got to this stage but licked the come from her perineum as it trickled out of her vagina down towards her lovely arsehole.
She glanced at the clock, and knew she didn't have that much time, but she knew she did have enough time to reward him, which meant a nice firm spanking. She gently pushed him back and said "Good boy, would you like a reward?"
"Yes please Mistress."
"Lie on the bed and put your hands behind your back."
This wasn't a usual position for a spanking, but as he climbed on the bed she threw a large pillow where she wanted him to lie, in order to raise his bottom into a perfect position to deliver his reward. Once he was in place, with his hand by his head, she went to the wardrobe and took out two leather belts and approached him.
