I sat in my corner obediently waiting for her to come down and play with me again. It was Wednesday, she always plays with me on Wednesdays. I sat very still and quiet like any good trained sub should, crouched and behaved until she came in.
My mistress and owner was so sexy. Her legs were perfect and smooth. Her red hair always pulled up in some sort of pony tail or braid. She always wore skirts and heels, and blouses that showed off her perfect breasts. I'm ashamed to admit I like looking at them. Did I mention her ass? Oh my what an ass she has! It's perfect and round, nice and bubbly. It's one of those that you see and want to smack as you walk by.
The way she jiggles her ass and boobs right in my face as she stuffs my mouth full of her clothing, is so sexy and I love it. That's right, one of my main duties as her slave is that I have to wash, by mouth, all of her clothing. I don't mind so much as I get to taste all of her dirty panties.
She tastes so good! All those soiled, lacy thongs, after she's worn them all day. Fuck! I get so turned on by it I shake and tremble in my boots.
I am sort of a detective you see. I can tell how long she's worn something, and where she's been by the flavor of the fabric.
One time she even stuffed my mouth with another guys cum, soaked in her red thong. I nearly came that day, but I'm a good sub and don't cum unless she tells me to, so I just wait, and sit, and watch.
I hear that familiar click clack of her heels on the steps, heading down towards the basement, and I freeze rigidly still. I glance up only long enough to check out her outfit. Fuck! She looked amazing in her little mesh tube top, short pleated jean skirt, black leather jacket, and pink satin high heels.
She wasn't wearing any panties either. I could tell from my squatting view, as I looked right up her skirt and saw her little pink parts glistening and wet. Her ass nice and plump today, and it was on full display just for me.
Oh boy! It's going to be my lucky day! I thought. That's when I noticed something long and rubbery in her hand. I've never seen one of those before. I wonder what that's for. I found out soon enough.
She ran her hand over my face and shut my open gaping mouth. She then ran her hand over my smooth face. Stroking it with her nails as she talked.
"Are you going to be a good boy for mistress today?" She asked me in her cool, calm sultry voice. She stroked me a few more times and then slammed the suction cup of the rubber thing over my mouth before I could even reply.
"That's right. You're always here when I need you aren't you my good pet?" She asked, using that sexy, horny voice of hers.
Unable to speak, I just sat there and beamed. The long, tubular rubber thing, now affixed to my mouth. I watched her with wide eyes, not daring to speak or even move, so I remained quiet and still.
She then stroked me along the top of my head. She certainly knows which buttons to push, and how to do it so well, which turned me on so much I started to shake and spin. She then climbed up onto my face and llifted her skirt. She spread her pink pussy lips. She was already so wet, horny and ready for me.
