Seated in a Queenly chair Her scant apparel, black cornelli lace, a perfect contrast to the deep crimson velvet of Her throne. Her delicate ankles crossed and resting on a luxurious footstool. Seated beside the stool, patiently waiting, is Her devoted servant. Resting his cheek against Her soft thigh. She strokes his forehead, lovingly. Thoughts wander through Her mind of his obedience causing a curl to the corner of Her hungry lips. Her hunger growing.
A low hum detected arouses Her servant. Enlivens his senses. his desire to please his Queen overwhelms him. his cock stiffens. his thoughts begging for Her command. a deep sigh and his breathing changes.
"Patients," She whispers.
She slides Her fingernail down the back of his neck. Drawing him into Her. his lips pressing against Her voluptuous hip, he takes in Her intoxicating scent. inhaling deeply. soft moans. his eyes cast downward.
The stately chair in which She is seated in high off the floor. a perfect height for Her servant when he is on his knees.
She beckons for the other footstool, "servant of Mine, the preparation must begin," She commands.
he places each stool at Her feet at the legs of Her chair. Carefully uncrossing Her legs and placing each high heeled foot gently down with a kiss to the top of Her foot.
taking his submissive position between Her legs. on his knees. hands in his lap. head slightly bent forward. patiently.
"kiss My thigh, from My knee to the lace top of My stocking," with a firm voices. She adds "slowly," knowing that this is just the way he knows to please Her.
After several long wonderfully pleasing minutes, he has made it to the top. "mmmmm, very well done. you please Me so," She murmurs.
"Press your hot tongue against My panties, firmly against My heat," She commands.
A low and deep moan escapes him.
"you are hungry, servant?"
"oh, yes, my Queen."
"then I shall feed you."
Her commands thrill him. so stiff for Her.
