Serving Him

You are kneeling blindfolded in a room, waiting for me to return, it's not cold but you shiver, your skin is pricked, you can feel goose bumps, particularly in your inner thigh, your sides and around your nipples. You keep your hands clenched together behind your back, trying to maintain the perfect posture, because you know today is special, and you don't want to disappoint me. At the same time you are terrified at what is about to happen, you wonder whether you are truly ready, but you know I will be there to stroke your hair and cuddle you afterwards.

The carpet feels rough and unfamiliar; it's a hotel room, which just adds to the strangeness of the situation. You vaguely know the layout of the room, bed to your right, arm chair to your left facing you and bed, and a mini bar in the corner. On the other side of the bed is the bathroom. On the bed are laid out all the toys and equipment we occasionally use to play, except the most important one, which is the collar around your neck.

You can feel its weight, and the coldness of the steel where it has been off your skin for too long. but over the weeks and months it has come to feel like security, the surety of knowing that I am close at hand to watch over my little one.

The door opens, it creaks for what seems an eternity, and two sets of footsteps come into the room, you are relieved, having worried that perhaps Master would test you further by bringing a group to play with and use you. You feel a tug on your chain and you stand, knowing that you are going to be inspected by the new party. You feel my hands spreading you, bending you, prodding you, and you begin to blush, knowing that someone is seeing your most intimates without you ever having seen any of them, it is silent, and you wonder at the lack of talking.

You feel my hands leave you, and you hear footsteps move away from you, towards the bar, the clink of ice into a glass, and the swish of a liquid, and you hear someone seat themselves in the armchair.

You feel another tug on your chain, pulling you into the middle of the room, in good view of the arm chair, and you wonder what is happening, you are scared, but know that I am here, but the blindfold makes it so much harder, not being able to read my expression, see reassurance in my eyes. You are pushed to the ground, and spread, and for the first time you feel the strangers hands on you and are amazed to feel them so soft, pressing your legs apart, and then you feel a gentle tongue probing between your lips, searching out your clitoris a lock of hair falls onto your leg, and you realise the reason for the soft hands, the gentle manner, I've brought not a man back to use you, but a woman.

You are shocked, you draw in a breath, confused as to why I would choose a woman, you draw away from her on impulse, and feel a swift slap to your face and a not so gentle bite on your clit. You hear me get out of the chair, and come to sit with your head in my lap, stroking you. She continues down the other end, you struggle a little at first, not sure that you want a woman down there, uncertain of what I am thinking, and blushing because, when it comes down to it, she is doing a very good job.

Long slow licks followed by gentle sucking and flicking is beginning to take its toll on you, and you are beginning to squirm a little again, though this time for different reasons. I bend down to kiss you, and that is enough to make you let go of your fear and trust me, we share a long deep kiss, and as I draw away you let a soft groan escape you, your lips just open as she begins to work you more and more.

You are starting to breath heavily, you are no longer embarrassed, and one hand is tangled in her hair as the other grips mine as hard as you can, you are approaching orgasm, pushing your hips up to meet her, and as you get close you whisper at first, then louder ask me, 'Please Sir may I cum,' you hear my laugh, and I say yes, letting you explode as she works you with her mouth.

When it has subsided, she goes to the bathroom for a moment, and you feel your way towards me, crawling into my lap, kissing me on the cheek and saying thank you, knowing that tonight has so much more to come, I hold you tight, stroking your hair and telling you that you are a "Good girl."