"I am here to serve you, my lady."
I kneel before you, gazing first at your stern but gentle face, then your full breasts peeking out from behind the two halves of the black gown you wear, then down further to that most private place between your thighs.
I feel the riding crop you hold touch the base of my chin, lifting up my head so that I look at you again.
"Get on your hands and knees."
"Yes, my lady."
I do as you bid, and you run the tip of the riding crop down my back, sliding through the crack of my ass, then gently cradle my balls with it. You give a sharp, but not painful slap across my buttocks with the crop. I bite my lower lip.
"If you do not obey, it will be harder, do you understand?"
"Of course, my lady."
"All right. Lie on your back."
I lie down on the warm carpet, feel its softness against my back. You remove your gown, straddle me. I look up at you, sensing the powerfulness of your presence, the control I have given to you over my actions. You move forward, then crouch down so that your cunt is only inches from my face.
"Lick me," you order.
I lift my head, put out my tongue and begin to run it slowly back and forth along your labia. You smell sweet, you taste delicious, of raspberry wine. You sigh as you feel my tongue sliding around the folds, finding hidden crevices, thrusting up into the deepness of your cunt, then curling around the tiny bud of your clitoris.
"Use your hands, too."