Servile Devotion
As always, I brought my Mistress-wife her morning tea at eight a.m. As usual, she threw back the bed clothes, parted her legs and pointed to where I should put my face for what we called 'morning worship'. As not always, on this occasion, while I was working my tongue in the way I knew she liked best, she picked up her phone and dialled her boyfriend. The phone was in 'loudspeaker' mode.
"Hello, darling," she cooed into her mobile, "I'm feeling horny."
I recognised Gary's gruff voice, as he replied. "You've got your slave there, haven't you? Why don't you get him to lick you?"
"He
is
licking me," explained my wife, laughing, "but I want cock"
"Do you want to use his cock?" asked the boyfriend.
"I'm not that desperate!" laughed my wife, "No I want your lovely big cock. I love what you do with it!"
She tugged at my hair again to get my tongue in the best position for her pleasure.
"No, for the time being I'll have to settle for my slave's tongue," she continued, "He has his uses in that department. When can you get over?"
"Lunchtime today, if that suits, darling," said the gruff voice.
"Lunchtime today then," replied my Mistress, "I' ll get my slave to prepare a nice meal for us. What do you fancy?"
"Your cunt!" said the lover with a guffaw.
"Apart from that?"
"A steak would be nice. I'll need all my strength!". She rang off, put down her phone and tugged me by the hair again, as I dutifully sucked her clit in and out between my lips. A few minutes later she erupted into a climax, shooting her delectable lady-cum into my eager mouth.
Some masochistic men suffer from shame about their sexual preference. While gays can now proudly boast of their gender orientation, for many BDSMers their lifestyle choice has to remain a secret. Not in my case. Although we keep it to ourselves in the Vanilla world, my wonderful wife, Jo, who has a naturally dominant nature and a sadistic streak, loves BDSM as much as I do. It suits us both perfectly.
As part of our morning routine, when I have licked my wife to her satisfaction, I stand, head bowed, beside her bed, while she finishes her morning tea. My usual task after that is to lie on my back on the bathroom floor with my mouth open, waiting to receive my morning drink. My Mistress loves champagne and, when she has had a few glasses the night before, its distinctive taste is evident in the piss that she honours me with. She is unhappy about this situation, only if I do not swallow every drop of her golden nectar. If some is spilled on the floor, she may furrow her beautiful brow and complain that I am not showing the respect and gratitude that she deserves. Luckily I have trained myself to swallow rhythmically while keeping my mouth open and it is only occasionally that I am ordered to make an entry in her big red leather punishment book, such as: 'Lack of respect and ingratitude for the gift of piss my owner bestowed on me: ten strokes with a rattan cane'.
My Mistress summoned me to her luxurious bedroom.
"I need to look my best for Gary, slave," she told me, " so I want you to wash my hair while you bathe me this morning."
Bathing my Mistress is one of my favourite duties. I love shampooing her luxuriant, straight black hair and the soaping of her delicate, white breasts and thighs is deeply erotic. It amuses her to watch a bulge appear under the little satin apron she has me wear for this duty.
"You fancy me, don't you slave?" she teased, as with her long ,red nails she flicked my cock through the satin.
"Oh, deeply, deeply, Mistress. I adore you!"
"I should hope so!" she replied, "Now, soap my cunt for my lover. Get everything ready for him. And work a soapy finger into my little rosebud as well. That's the way."
As I was drying her gorgeous body with a large, warmed towel, she said: "If you do a really good job today, make everything perfect for me and my lover, I may allow you an orgasm tonight."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, Mistress," I blurted.
"But only if!" she added with a giggle.
"Would you like to put on your new underwear, Mistress", I asked. She liked the idea. Earlier in the week we had been to an upmarket department store, where my Mistress took her time selecting the lngerie that appealed to her. After much hesitation she finally settled for a matching set of mauve satin garter belt, bra and panties. In order to tease and embarrass me publicly, she held the panties against my waist, as if they were being bought for me. For further humiliation she then stepped aside, sending me to the cash point to purchase her beautiful feminine lingerie. When I had paid for my purchases, I imagined the saleswoman whispering to her colleague, "Another perv!"
Well, I suppose she was right!
Helping my Mistress to dress was thrilling. The new lingerie was indeed most alluring. I was sure Gary, the lover, would be as thrilled by it as I was. One of my duties was to ensure that the seams on my Mistress's stockings were absolutely straight. Over the lingerie she wore a beautiful black satin robe. She sat on the little sofa that was next to her bed and stretched out her lovely legs, admiring the sheen of her stockings.
"Gary should be here soon" slave," she told me. "You may bring me a glass of champagne and send my lover up here as soon as he arrives."
"Certainly, Mistress."
She opened the satin gown and gently parted her legs.
"Kneel before me, slave," she said, "and inhale my natural scent through my panties."
I thanked her for the honour and knelt, breathing in the beautiful, unique aroma that is my Mistress through the satin of her panties. All too soon she pushed my head away and ordered me to go downstairs to await the arrival of her fuck-buddy.
The doorbell rang shortly after midday. Knowing it was Gary, I went to answer the door, wearing only my little satin apron.
"Good afternoon, sir," I said, holding the door wide open for him.
"Hello, Fuckface," he replied with a laugh, removing his leather jacket and throwing it at me. I managed to catch the jacket. "I've come to fuck your wife"
"Yes, sir. She is waiting for you upstairs."
Gary bounded up the stairs. Seconds later I heard an angry cry from the bedroom, "Slave!"
