Working out has paid off and I am grateful to have been able to support Emily's weight against me. I feel her balance returning as the orgasm subsides. Slowly, I shift my hand away from her cunt to wrap around her back and hold her to me with both arms while her breathing returns to normal. I feel her weight lessen as her legs get their strength back. My hand and shirt cuff are soaked and even outside the smell of sex is intoxicatingly strong.
"Thank you," she breathes into my chest. "Thank you, Master."
I can feel how tired she is. She must have been holding that tension, that specific fantasy, in check for a long time. But she still calls me "master", indicating that she is still playing the game. I brush her cheek and feel moisture. Is she weeping?
"Oh, Master, thank you."
I kiss the top of her head. "Are you ready to show how grateful you are for being allowed to cum?"
She turns her face up to meet my gaze and I see that her eyes are moist, perhaps steamy, over a radiant smile. Her cheeks are so flush, her lips so full. Forget the smell of sex, it is desire that wafts to my senses like hot brandy.
"Yes, Master"
The day is too beautiful to go inside, but the deck is the wrong setting. "Follow," I instruct and start walking around the side of the house to the back where the grass is still soft and comfortable underfoot. I slow and turn around to find her right behind me, walking with her hands clasped behind her back. She stops and stands with her shoulders back and her feet spread at about the distance they were spread on the porch. She has thrown herself into it and remembers the rules as she learns them.
I begin with a simple command. She had asked to be commanded. "Unbutton my shirt."
She steps forward and quickly works her way down my buttons. I pull the shirt off and hand it to her.
"Fold it and put it down out of the way."
She folds my shirt and places it a few feet away on the ground.
"Remove my pants."
Her hands caress above my belt for a moment, then move to unbuckle me. She pulls my pants down slowly, her eyes locked on the bulge in my trousers. Since I was already barefoot, she slips each leg off. I stop her as she starts to fold my jeans.
"Remove the belt and hand it to me," I command. I watch her lusty expression mix with a touch of apprehension as she pulls the leather strap free from the belt loops. I take the belt from her, holding it by the buckle, and let it hang by my side. She stacks my folded jeans with my shirt.
She faces me and I loop the belt about her neck and through the buckle so that it hangs loose like a neckties.
"Hold onto that for me"
"Yes, Master"
"Remove my boxers"
Emily kneels before me and spreads her knees, remembering her initial position in this encounter. I watch from above, looking down at her upturned face, through her cleavage, down her body kissed by the early afternoon sunlight to her exposed cunt being tickled by the lawn. She leans forward and, pulling the waistband out in the front, reaches in touching my swollen cock just enough to guide my boxers down around it. Her touch is electric and my cock pulses and jumps. Her face remains turned up staring at my cock, looking away only long enough to fold and stack. She then folds her arms behind her back and waits.
I remember her mouth on my finger and say, "Show me how much pleasure you can give me with your mouth, Slave."
"Yes, Master," she says rising up on her knees and shifting until her nose is level with the head of my cock. Her face and eyes turn up. I see the fire growing there again. "Thank you, Master," she breaths heavily. The hot breath in her words pour across the shaft of my cock causing it to jump and bounce, tapping the bridge of her nose.
Emily dips her head sideways and flicks her tongue out to lick just above where my cock and balls meet, watching me. I put my hands on my hips to give them a place to rest that doesn't obstruct the view. Head still tilted to the side, she opens her mouth and runs her tongue lightly up the shaft. My arousal is so high that every touch is a torrent of pleasure and joy. She stops short of the swollen head with a smile of mischief and lust. Her natural beauty magnified by the joy radiating from her face. She breaths hotly over the pulsing head of my cock and I let a quiet moan escape through half closed eyes.
I feel her thumb and one finger wrap lightly about the base of my cock. Looking down to see the top of her head and feel her breath surrounding me. I am just inside her mouth without touching anything. Her tongue barely touches just below the head and slides up slowly past the slit, gathering the precum collecting there. She pulls her head back and licks her lips with a quiet "mmmmm". I watch her tongue circle about her lips broadly a couple of times.
Emily purses her glistening lips and slowly presses them against the tip of my throbbing cock. Torturously slow, she tilts her head from side to side and uses her pursed lips to buff the tip of my cock. Her other hand comes up to support my balls and I feel a finger pressing lightly into the little hollow just under the scrotum. I had been tormentingly close to coming, but now the immediate need recedes a little. I've only known a couple of women that knew how to do that.
