He shivered and cleared his throat in a vain attempt that his meek swallow would be give him the strength to speak. She eyed him fixedly now. He could see that she knew and felt her entire power over him. She had total control of him.
"Yes, my Goddess..." he croaked in a weak and feeble whisper, "I have missed you so much, my glorious Mistress."
"Good boy! That's better" she replied, dismissively, as she moved her position slightly so she was more comfortable upon his humble bed.
The sensations of total submission filled every cell in his body. He was consumed by her. It had been so long now since she had used him for her own sexual please and he so hoped that today may be the end of his long and painful wait. He was not allowed to have his own needs and desires since he had been under her control but inside his animal lust took such a hold, he just knew he must have her soon.
She moved her hand suddenly and startled him as he remained frozen in his modest chair. A single strand of her hair had become caught in her eyelashes and she dismissed it casually smiling at him as she did so. His cock bobbed in front of him again. Her hand then moved down to the soft white skin of her throat. He had once been allowed to kiss her in this most sacred of places, to smell her perfume and feel her sighs escaping from her beautiful mouth. Her fingers lingered there as if she could read his thoughts. His cock became impossibly even harder. He felt it would turn to stone if it became any more erect. Slowly her fingers trailed an imaginary line from her soft neck along the centre line of her chest, between her ample breasts and down across her soft stomach. She flinched slightly as if she had tickled herself, the smile at her lips flexing in response.
His mind whirled and twisted. She loved to torment him like this on many occasions but generally it was during periods of extended servitude and chastity. He had been allowed to develop a way of dealing with her torments in that way. Now was different. So much power from her swept over him. Starved of her for so long and now with her laying here he felt consumed by it. If he were a disrespectful kind of man, he would not have been able to control himself. But she controlled him totally now. He had no choice but to fall under her spell. She could so easily rise now and leave him, and he knew it. He feared that she would discard him now. "Dear God, Leave her with me now," he thought.
Her long slender fingers which were tipped with immaculately manicured nails stroked lower still. She tipped her head backwards letting out a soft sigh obviously ignoring him now. She was in admiration of her own body and he may lose her to this moment as he had on so many previous occasions. She had made him watch her so many times but he remembered them all in full. Each and every one engrained in his mind.
He bit hard against the inside of his cheek in order not to moan aloud. His own breath had shortened - his pulse raced. She would make him ejaculate as he sat here untouched if he was not controlled and focussed. Down her soft hand persisted until her finger tips were stroking the outside of her downy soft mound, slipping down to her velvety outer labia.
Sometimes these moments of torment became so painful within him that he almost hoped that something would happen to distract him away from her but he could not tear his eyes away for a second. He was addicted to her. She had started to stroke herself now, her breathing coming shorter, and the familiar rosy glow rising to her breasts and cheeks. She was so beautiful. Her long legs contained within the exceptional boots, her waist pulled in by the belt which only served to accentuate her sumptuous hips and breasts.
Her breasts started to rise and fall more now as her breaths became deeper. She had started to slide her fingers between her beautiful inner labia which were now slippery and wet with her own arousal. His balls were burning now - his need so enormous. He so wanted to be able to please her. But he knew he must wait.
She slid her long and supple fingers onwards, then, deliciously entering her stunning cunt gently but with purpose. He loved to watch her do this. She always managed to tip her hips at just the right point and give herself the greatest angle for ultimate penetration. He knew how much this woman knew her own sexual pleasure at the touch of her own hands, but he still marvelled at the wonder of it. He would absorb her every movement with total accuracy. He would learn how to please her as she pleases herself, so effortlessly. Pre-cum oozed out of his straining cock and slid down the shaft onto his neatly trimmed pubic hairs and he knew it had happened but his eyes were fixed on her now. Transfixed he waited and watched as her fingers slid slowly in and out of her hungry pussy. He could smell the delicate scent of her sexuality filling his room. He would sleep comfortably in this room for as long as the slightest hint of her smell remained within it.
"Come... now... my adoring slave... Lick me with your gentle tongue," she called to him through her own breath.
He was so stunned by this request of him that he almost missed it. Surely he would not be so lucky as to taste her, now, today? Or, by some hidden perception, had she knowingly sensed his entire need for her. His prayers were now being answered. Indeed, it would appear, she had.
His legs, now totally numb resulting from the total adrenaline rush of her request and excitement of again being able to touch her once more, carried him shakily across the small distance between the chair and where his Mistress now lay open in front of him on the bed. He crawled up onto the bed on his knees softly, careful not to touch her at all. He knew he must now fold himself up in the position she had ordered before, kneeling tightly with his hands held firmly behind his back. If his arms fell forward to balance himself she would certainly kick him off the bed altogether with one gesture of her long and elegant legs. He must focus now, concentrating his desire to serve her into every muscle in his quaking body. She had once handcuffed him to suit her needs in this position. He now wished his wrists were restrained once more. At least he wouldn't have to force his now heavy arms behind him. But now he had no choice.
Slowly he inched his face towards her, intently focused on her juicy and welcoming temple of worship. It was so, so long since he had been allowed to taste her delicious sweetness directly from her divine body. Many times she had taunted him with her flavour on her fingers or toys. Today was truly a gift from her to him. Quickly he licked his lips and drew a deep sigh of a breath as he closed in to her as she watched him closely. He could feel the warmth radiating from her as he edged ever closer. She adeptly moved her fingers allowing her labia to fall around his tongue while the miraculous sensation swept through his entire body as his tongue touched her. Electrical charges fired through every synapse in his body. A total rush filled him, as if addicted to some mystery drug. He was. She was his drug now.
Gently and tentatively he allowed his agile tongue to sweep along her now sopping wet slit. He swallowed her nectar down relishing in the taste of her. She moved her hips under him guiding him into her deepest recesses now, lifting and grinding her pussy up onto his tongue and chin. He must compose himself now. The urge to devour her suddenly overwhelming him. He must be so gentle and pleasing to her now, his own cock totally numb with the need for release. If he were, in any way, to upset or antagonise her now she could reject him indefinitely.
He relished in his actions working his tongue over her whole pussy, sucking her long silky labia up into his mouth while she cooed and sighed to his gentle touch. She could still reject him and he must work more impressively to keep her aroused and to ultimately feel her own female ejaculation spill out over his waiting tongue as he worked her to her fantastically powerful orgasm. This sometimes softened her and as a result she may then allow him his own relief. He so needed to orgasm now his own thighs saturated with his sticky pre-cum. He must wait! She could still hold it in him for hours, days or weeks yet.
