He waited and watched the sky grow dark. He didn't fall asleep, but this was a meditative place for him. It was truly the only time in his life when he could completely clear his mind, turn it all off and just live in the moment. He was responsible for no one, only responsible for providing Mistress' pleasure when she desired. That was the only reprieve he had in his life, the only break he got. She understood that and she made the most of it.
He didn't know how long it had been when she reentered the room but she looked different than she had previously. She was dressed to go out - stockings, makeup and her hair was up and back, away from her face. This was how he liked her best, the lines of her jaw and her high cheekbones clearly visible. He still couldn't quite believe what they had managed to work out between them, how well this worked for them both. He knew what he needed, he knew, in his heart, that he was a sub...he was a man who needed to serve a woman, a woman greater and stronger than himself but finding her had been a challenge. He had all but given up hope when they met. He had made a joke about spanking in one of their earlier conversations, and she had picked right up on it. At that point she had only received spanking, she had been dominated by a ruthless, selfish, arrogant man and she had shied away, not only from the D/s world but from men as a whole. He had jumped at the chance to bring it up, to discuss it, to see if he could interest her in switching sides, so to speak.
She had taken to it naturally, remarkable, really. Nothing about their relationship was simple or convenient but they both felt that it was what truly worked for them - anything else at this point would be a cheap alternative, filler, second best. They'd both had enough other relationships to know the bond they shared was real, vital, substantive.
"Are you going out, Mistress?," he asked, wondering if he might have the chance to lick her pussy or suck her nipples before she left him there, wondering when she would come back, if she would come back. She liked that, to leave him. She liked the mystery and the power that it brought. He never knew when she returned if she would want to fuck him, be fucked or have him lick her clean of another man's cum. That was an amazing experience and one that he relished. They had come so far together that she could ask nothing of him that would be too much, over the top. She was perfect for him, in every way. To the outside world, he was a macho, alpha male and she was the only person who knew what he truly needed and wanted. A woman he could worship, treat like a queen and who would not judge him. Their bond was exquisite and they both cherished it.
"Yes, I am going out and you are coming with me," she replied. He looked surprised as she had just painted his nails. Where could they be going, he wondered.
She began to untie the restraints, instructing him to get up, get moving, it was late. He did as he was told. She lead him, by his cock, into the bathroom where she sat him on top of the toilet. Then she started to wrap his hair around a very hot curling iron. He flinched unsure that she was watching what she was doing. He hated burns and she had never taken that route with him.
"Oh, don't be such a pussy! Women all over the world do this every day," she scolded him. She continued to play with his hair, curling, teasing, spraying and then the makeup bag came out.
"Close your eyes," she said as she applied the liner, the shadow and finally the mascara.
"So unfair, a man having eyelashes like that. Such a waste!," she slapped his face as she spoke these words. "Good, bring a little color to your cheeks." She followed up with some blush and then used the brush on the top of his chest, between his breasts. She also took the opportunity to squeeze and twist his nipples, causing him to cry out.
She smiled at him, kneeling in front of him, running her hands along his thighs. "Let me take a look at you," she held his face in her hands. "One kiss before the lipstick goes on," and he could feel his cock standing to attention. She noticed as well and she lifted her skirt and slid her slick pussy down onto it.
Oh, god, she felt so good, so warm, so wet. She didn't move for a long time, just stared into his eyes, smiling. "You make a beautiful woman, albeit, a woman with a hell of a cock but a woman nonetheless." She kissed him again and then her cunt muscles went to work on his cock. How she did that, he would never know. She was barely moving her body and yet, yet, her pussy was swallowing his cock whole. Causing him to shudder and spasm. She began to ride him, in earnest, and he could see that she was coming closer and closer to reaching a climax.
