She thought her knees really would give out when he snatched the scarf from her mouth and she heard him growl in her ear, "On your knees bitch, and worship me." Gratefully, she let him guide her to her knees. While she knelt on the beautiful black gown that had fallen to the polished linoleum of the atrium beneath her, she bent her head to his foot letting her long thick auburn hair fall against his ankle. She kissed the top of his well-polished black shoe. She remarked to herself that her Sir was always so neat and well groomed. With the pride she felt in her Master she showered his shoe with kisses. She moved up to his ankle and kissed him again momentarily taking his sock in her teeth and giving it a little tug. She lifted the hem of his slacks and continued kissing the bottom of his leg. She felt all the love that she held inside her heart for her wonderful Dom and she showered it on his foot. As she alternated between kisses and rubbing her cheek on his shoe and leg Eva began to feel incredibly turned on.
Sir Dan pulled his foot away and put his other foot under Eva's face. She continued to stroke and caress her Dominant as she kissed and rubbed her face on the other foot. She felt like a cat adoring her owner as she showed the love and the passion she felt for this man who had come to know her so well in the little time they had been together. She purred and sighed as she kissed his leg giving it little licks and nibbles where she could.
He bent over then and grabbing her by the shoulders he lifted her to a kneeling position. His cock was hard and protruding from under his trousers as her eyes fastened on his crotch. Her nostrils flared with lust as her eyes locked on his hard meat. She licked her lips and she knew she was in full heat when he held her head still as he rubbed his hard on against her face. She ventured a quick kiss on his stiff crotch. Not hearing any refusal from him she started placing little kisses on the clothing covering his erect cock and rubbed her face against him just as she had with his feet. She rubbed and kissed as though she was transfixed. She felt light headed and a little giddy knowing that this cock belonged to her precious Master. Knowing it was so close to her mouth and wanting to slide it between her lips. She was hungry for him, and she did so love sucking his hot meat. She could almost taste the hot cum that she knew he would reward her with as it filled her cheeks waiting for her to swallow. She felt like she had never wanted anything as much as worshiping His cock. She began to breathe heavily and she kissed him harder as she blew her hot breath against his penis. She felt his hands start to squeeze her shoulders as her ardor became stronger and hotter. She felt his stiff rod twitch underneath his clothing. She put her arms around his legs and rubbed her mouth up and down his shaft. She had to have him in her mouth. Caught up in a sexual frenzy she forgot herself for a moment and she reached up to undo his belt buckle. Suddenly he stepped back pushing her face away from him so hard she nearly toppled over.
"You do not have permission to touch this cock bitch," he snapped and he turned and walked away toward his toy bag. Trying hard to tone down the lust she was feeling in her wet pussy she tried to compose herself as she fought back the tears that were forming from his rejection of her. She knew she had been wrong to touch him with her hands without permission, and she felt just as if she were a naughty child that had been scolded. Then something snapped in her. She realized she loved feeling like a bad little girl. She knew she should be still and wait for her Sir's instructions, and yet, her cunt was aching for him. In her frenzy she lost herself momentarily and she let her hand drift between her legs. She was squeezing her own cunt trying to stop the orgasm that was building in her. She sniffed back the tears and settled her bare bottom back on her feet as she remained in the kneeling position with her eyes lowered and her hand between her legs.
Suddenly her eyes snapped open as she felt a solid smack on her face. She looked up and saw her Dom had slapped her face. Her mouth dropped open and she put her hand where he had slapped her feeling the heat in her cheek. She drew in her breath as she heard him say, "Bitch I did not tell you that you could play with my cunt did I"? She was so stunned that she did not respond. He slapped her other cheek this time and growled, "Do you understand me or do I have to teach you a lesson right here and now?"
Sir had not hurt her but he had startled her with the slaps on her face. Then to her amazement she wished he would do it again, but instead, feeling puzzled, she shook her head no and smiled shyly through the tears that burned her cheeks where he had slapped her. She wanted more of that. She knew he had not hit her the way her ex-husband had. Sir's slap had not been hostile. She didn't understand it but somehow it had aroused her. Suddenly she desperately wanted more of the rough handling he was giving her. She quickly lowered her eyes as she wondered how she could tell her Sir that she had liked something that the world said she was not supposed to like. Was she sick? Was she perverted? Then she laughed at herself. Of course she was perverted and she loved it.
