He had been a good boy. Made me happy, pleased me. So, I felt that it was time for him to get a reward. After months of training and primping, he was ready. Ready to become my submissive and recieve his collar. I don't use names, but you know who you are.
I had gotten ready slowly, methodically. Caressing my skin with your favorite lotion, spritz with your favorite perfume. Although you could never tell me such things, I know. The way you close your eyes and breathe in my scent, the hardness of your cock on my ass as you stand behind me. I know. I left my curly long auburn hair down loose, wet, smelling of my shampoo. Running my hands, through my wet locks smiling, remembering your tentative attempts at rough play. Tugging on my hair mid strand. Instead of near the base of neck. Sighs, there is so much yet to teach you. As I apply my lipgloss, puckering my soft full lips in the mirror, I smile. Tonight will be a good night. I get to give a little of myself, just a taste.
I went with less is more thinking in dress attire. Pink soft flower petals covered my nipples. The weight of my large breast unhindered by the small round material. I wore the pink silky panties you had given me. Always with the gifts, although this was one I was pleased with. I enjoyed the feel of the material against my body, against my core. I always seemed to be wet, rubbing my legs together. Feeling the increased moisture between my thighs. I chided the response my body was making. This is for his pleasure, calm down I tell myself. Although, if one or two orgasms slip in..
Aware of my arousal my fingers stray to my clit. Rubbing it slightly, fingers slipping on and off the nub. One finger sliding in to my silken folds.
Knowing he was to be there shortly, being rushed, timed, made my pussy engulf in flames. I sat on the bench legs spread wide, one hiked up next to me. My heart started booming in my chest. Air thick, temperature rising. My orgasm started to crest, racking my body with little jolts. As my pussy convulsed, awakening for penetration. Thinking I was to abate my desires, the idea had now backfired and I was hotter than ever. Looking at the clock, hoping you would for once be late. If even for just a moment. Time was running out, as I went in to the bedroom to the toy drawer. Reaching for the handle, the door bell rang. Damn.
I let a little whimper escape my lips putting my hands to my sides. I could always just continue, make him wait... Reluctantly pushing that thought from my mind, I walked into the living room. My silk panties are soaked with my cum, face flushed, slight red glow to my upper body. Every step taunting me, teasing me. Then at the same time, bringing me closer to the edge. I stand by the door a moment to still my heart, slow my breath. Get a grip, you are the dominant one. You are the one who controls, control yourself.
Fluffing my hair, fixing a smile on my face. I open the door. The look in his eyes, on his face reminds me what I am wearing. Reminds me of who I am. I laugh a little, "So, come on in my dear."
Amused by his obvious state of unrest. Fumbling with his bags. Not moving, letting him rub against me as he comes inside. I turn to close the door slowly, feeling his gaze run over my backside. As I turned around I already knew where his eyes would be.
Flustered, he quickly set his gaze back up to my eyes. Having been punished for such brazen displays before, he knows better. Ignoring the small disobedience, I walk up to capture his lips with mine. My tongue running along his lips, silently asking for admittance. As he opens his mouth, I grab the back of his head pulling him down. Crushing his lips. I can taste the sweet mint of your gum, the slight cigarettes lingering. Just as quickly breaking the contact.
"So, my little bitch, what is going to happen tonight, is rare. It may never happen again, thus you should make wise your choices and words. I have a present for you, though that will be in good time. For now, I am going to ask you. What do you desire above all else to do or have me do to you?"
I looked at him taken aback by my words. Licking his lips, swallowing hard. Leaving him, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a NOS out of the fridge. I brought it to you. Watched you take a drink, swallow. Again. Still not saying a word. Eyes belying what he was thinking, making me wonder. God this is going to be some crazy shit!
"I would be honored if my Mistress would bathe me, wash my body. As she did once, long before when we first met. Please."