Kneeling on the floor, hands flat against the wall, legs spread comfortably wide, nipples and nose just gently touching the cold wall, just as She likes it. Soon Mistress will arrive. A mental check that everything is as it should be.
And i relax back into the anticipation.
From somewhere in the distance, i hear the clicking of high heels on a stone floor. i know it is She. i feel Her presence, Her intent. With each click echoing down to my pussy. i get very, very wet.
A door opens then closes. The clicking becomes a soft deep noise. The noise of heels on a carpet.. then silence.
Just for a moment i sense Her anticipation, Her pleasure. i know She knows i hear Her and that i am waiting. As the door opens, i feel Her eyes measuring my preparations. Without moving from the doorway, i feel Her eyes on me, taking in the sight of that which is Hers and Hers alone.
i need not look to see my Mistress smile.
I long to turn to see Her, for Her to touch me or speak to me, but impatience would displease Her so it is out of the question...i stay perfectly still and wait.
i can hear Her close the door, and move into the room. As the air stirs, i can smell the soft vanilla scent of Her, that arouses me so much. i have to bite my lip so i don't moan in pleasure...but inside, my body moans, very loudly for the want of Her.
i feel with excitement every movement of Her behind me, as She slowly moves around the room, i watch in my minds eye as She stops to inspect the neat row of toys, to please Her every mood and desire. i see Her pick one out and raise it up in Her hand, and smile at the feel of it. Her decision is made. She moves to the chair and sits down with the toy across Her lap with Her elbow resting on the arm of the chair and Her beautiful face resting on Her hand.
i feel Her eyes move slowly and deliberately over every inch of me. She inventories the long dark hair that looks wild today, the crisp white shirt just a touch too tight to contain the full and shapely breasts within it, the fitted waist, the small black pleated school skirt that barely covers the round white ass below it, the bare white thighs that are visible for two or three inches then down to the black cotton thigh high school stockings that cover all the way down to the 4 inch leather mule stilettos.
do i please Her?, my heart is beating so fast and heavy now, i am aware of how heavily i am breathing. my inner thighs are wet with excitement and a deep throbbing in my clit makes me want to beg.
Mistress raises Herself from the chair and walks over to me, as She runs Her hand gently over my hair to the middle of my back.
She leans to ask quietly in my ear...
"Have you been a good girl today?"
Her voice and touch wash over and through me so deeply that i feel a little orgasm run through my body. i shiver a little as i speak.
"Yes, Mistress".
Her hand runs down from the middle of my back and over my ass and thighs, slowly making its way back up to my now dripping wet cunt. i can barely contain the moans as She runs Her hand along my cunt to my clit and circles it slowly and deliberately while She whispers in my ear...
"Who's cunt is this?"
"Yours, Mistress. This cunt is Yours".
Smiling She gives it a hard flat slap and whispers..."good girl. Now stand."
Quickly and quietly i am on my feet, eyes lowered.
"Play for Me. Show Me what a good little whore My baby is."
She turns to return to Her chair. my heart is pounding in my ears with anticipation. i hear a slight movement of Her chair and know that Mistress is now seated.
Slowly i drop to my knees, and crawl over to Her feet and kneeling before Her i spread my thighs wide so She can see the cunt She owns clearly. As i raise my hand to my breast and very willing nipple, i lower the other and gently drag my nails up my inner thigh to my very very wet cunt...running my finger along its length. i put it to my mouth to taste myself, then back to my clit. i slowly run my fingers along and around it, rocking a little with the pulse of the pleasure, pulling and twisting my nipple harder as the pulse grows. i can feel Mistress's pleasure as surely as though She was touching me...which i desperately want.
She leans forward as i stoke my clit with one hand and twist my nipple with the other, and runs Her nails over my other breast hard and slow, and i moan with pleasure...
