He opened the door to the dark and seethe motel room. Visiting this place always made his partner feel extra slutty. She hurried over to the nearest light switch and flicked it into the ON position. Her slave, automatically following her lead, proceeded to the bath area and opened the window to air the stuffy place out.
Much better , she thought.
"Where's the air freshener, slave?"
"I'll get it, Miss. The usual?"
"Yes. Please don't forget to set the alarm clock either."
"Yes, Ma'am. Understood."
Five short bursts interrupted the silence followed by one long stream of hyacinth fragrance.
"Close all of the blinds and light the candles so you may perform your devotional."
Devotional rituals were held out of respect for their relationship. It brought remembrance to the positions in which they both held, the pasts that brought them together, and the future in which they'd both encounter as O/one.
The manslave did not hesitate to light the 7 candles, close the blinds, strip himself of all clothing, grab a full body towel from their belongings & place it on the floor, kneel by his owners feet (she was sitting along the edge of the bed now), lovingly place a kiss on each toe, then laid across her cleverly painted toenails and proceed to speak these words:
"I relinquish control. I am removing all unwanted, unhealthy thoughts and emotions. I will to reach the desired level of slavitude my Owner requires of me. Mistress' collar is conditional to my compliance with Her expectations, Her love is not. My Owners expectations can be reached and surpassed because I relinquish control. Communication is key. I will never cause a hindrance to O/our communication in any way. I will remain true to myself thereby pleasing my Owner. Collared, I am never lonely-never afraid. At the end of O/our leash is safety above all else. I surrender all thoughts to O/our happiness. I relinquish control."
The male servant paused to take 7 breaths then repeated the mantra a total of 7 times.
When this was complete he lay quietly and reflected on every word and what they meant to the P/pair. His stream of thoughts was broken by the gentle stroking he felt along his backside.
His owner's hands felt as if they were made of pure silk. She started by caressing the cheeks of his ass then slowly worked her way up to the muscles in his perfect back.
Softly, she used the tips of her freshly manicured nails to stimulate the follicles of his naturally beautiful blonde scalp. She noted the differences between T/them. Thick dark swirly curls sprouted from her carefully sculpted dome and her netherland regions. She was fascinated by her sextoy and he by her to no end.
The stroking continued down along his backside again until she reached his arse. Slowly she spread him apart to view his tight little asshole from behind. She stroked the lightly colored hairs there, for a moment....or two. She dared not stay too long, she didn't fancy turning him queer and didn't want her plaything to presume her mentally challenged.
They both let out a giggle. They must've shared the same thought. It happened often between them.
She firmly massaged his calf muscles as the slave let out a slow groan.
"Turn over, pet."
He obliged. He turned so quickly that the slap of his penis against his belly broke the silence. The female giggled.
"Slave, would you like me to allow you release?"
"Yes, Miss. One would appreciate that experience greatly."
"How would you like that pleasure given, plaything?"
"Whichever way pleases you most, Boss."
"First you must do something for me, slave. Reach into the funbag and grab the cockring and the stopwatch."
The asslicker eagerly jumped to his feet before she'd finished offering the command.
"Place it on your stiffness. I need you rock hard for what I have planned."
"Yes, Ma'am. Right away, Miss!"
After placing the restrictive instrument on his swollen purple-headed punisher the manslave then knelt in front of his Lady with his forehead touching the floor, arms outstretched, and palms flat on the towel in quiet moist anticipation. It felt like ages before she ordered the next delight.
"Lick my pussy, slave. You have ten minutes to deliver an orgasm.
You may begin."
The slave started out slowly allowing time to appreciate the aroma of his Mistress' arousal. He admired the fullness of her engorged clit. Just below were two of the softest fat cuntlips he'd ever have the pleasure of licki...
"Slave," he noted the irritation in her usually sultry tone, "you are being timed."
"Yes, Boss Lady. I was transfixed by your magnificent cunt. Forgive me, please."
He began lapping at her swollen hairless mound like a new puppy at the pretty waterbowl. He knew this drove her crazy. Teasing her was only the beginning.
The slave remembered how she likes to be massaged while he licked her slick slit so he took her by the thighs and gently, in one smooth motion, flipped her onto her back.
"Six minutes."
Her sexy sex-tool was not alarmed. In fact, his confidence came from many many cunt quivering sessions. The way he ate pussy he figured he'd finish with at least a full minute to spare.
He held onto his Lady's left foot just under her heel. The other hand he placed under her cushy asscheek. He brought her foot to his chest and her pussy to his mouth at the same time.
He never sucked her clit nor did he use his teeth. It felt more like he was giving a slow wet french cuntkiss for four of those six minutes until the waves of pleasure overtook her. Missy clawed at the bedsheets with one hand and toyed her nipples with the other hand until she find herself on the verge of a cumspill. Sensing that she was close the slave took one of his thick fingers and slid it into her hotbox. Mistress' pussy was too tight for two fingers. This immediately sent her into arrival.
She grabbed her slaveman's head and began fucking his face with overheated passion until his moans were no longer heard through her juicy pussylips.
