"Any breakfast my Lady?"
Her knight stretched, yawned and took the offered coffee from her.
"I've made coffee my Lord, that is all." She smiled lovingly at him.
Her curly triangle of hair hiding her naked sex teased him - after all his morning glory needed attention.
Pulling her onto the bed, he wrapped his arms around her, pressing his hard desire against her.
"I had another type of breakfast in mind," he whispered in her ear. "What do you say, to you being my slave just for today?"
She gasped, as his hands worked their magic on her nipples. Untangling herself from his arms, she got on all fours facing away from him.
Looking over her shoulder with a demure smile, she whispered huskily, "breakfast is served, my Lord. Your slave submits."
"Good. Very good. From now until eight o'clock tonight you have to obey me. Is that understood?"
She nodded.
"Truth or dare Slave?" He knelt behind her holding her hips.
"Truth my Lord."
"How many other knights have you been with?''
He rubbed the head of his lance against her entrance before thrusting forward with his hips. She took his full length.
"Aaaah. I don't know my Lord," she gasped.
Her focus was on her full chalice and the creamy delight that would soon fill it.
"That many?" He mocked and withdrew to her entrance.
"No, not THAT many, my Lord."
He rammed his lance of pleasure home and paused. "I'll stop fucking you if you don't tell."
"Four!" She exclaimed. "It was four, my Lord."
"Thank you for that."
He withdrew his lance from her, hopped off the bed, vigorously rubbing his throbbing member as he walked to the bathroom.
Her anticipation dashed, she looked at his retreating back.
"Damn! I wanted that," she muttered.
She heard him cum - suspecting he exaggerated the sound just to frustrate her.
Returning to the bed, looking relaxed and wearing boxer shorts, he slapped a pamphlet down on the bed. She quickly read it and looked at him questioningly.
"As I said, today I control you and you don't question anything. You just do. It's quite simple."
"I don't understand. A cross country race. Today! Coming past here! What does that have to do with anything?"
"Many years ago, when we first met, we shared one dark fantasy each my Slave. I shared one and you shared two. Do you remember that?"
She slowly nodded.
"I remember two dark fantasies, not three. Yours was to dominate me my Lord and mine was to expose myself to a stranger with you watching. Oh no...no, no, no."
She shook her head as his plan dawned on her.
"I meant something small, like being seen by the elderly couple across the road, not a pack of runners."
Her Lord raised his eyebrows as he gently smiled at her.
"I hear your protests Slave. Four other knights have seen your wanton territory - so what's a few hundred more? Besides at this stage of the race, they'll be needing moral support. They still have twenty-four kilometres of rough terrain to run. Some of the toughest in the race."
Her mind was against it but her body betrayed her. She could feel a niggling throb of excitement between her legs and a wetness developing.
"These ceiling-to-floor windows look like they need cleaning." Her knight scowled at the windows with his hands in his hips. "Get the cleaning stuff and clean the inside."
Her Knight had certainly taken on a distant, commanding role, one she was not used to.
As she cleaned the top of the windows above her head, she discovered a delicious sensation and silently thanked her knight for this task.
She closed her eyes. Her nipples slid so smoothly up and down the cool, soapy glass making her horney.
Opening her eyes, she found two farmers - who had been walking their dogs - motionless, filming her from the road, on their phones.
Smiling, she climbed off the ladder and faced them. Soapy water slid down her curves as it made its way off her breasts.
Glancing around to see her Knight wasn't around, she parted her pussy lips. Closed her eyes and rubbed her magic button.
The men continued filming. Making lewd signals at her in encouragement. She could see the red light on both their phones blinking.
She jumped with fright. Her knight's voice broke into her fantasy world. Pleasuring herself for the men outside was forgotten.
"What are you doing slave? Did I permit you to stop cleaning? Or to pleasure yourself for those men?"
"No my Lord," she hung her head and surreptitiously looked at the road. The men and their dogs had disappeared.
" You will be suitably punished," he snarled.
The sound of a solitary runner's feet drew both the Lady and Knight's attention to the road.
The first runner came in view, slowed his pace in the road when he saw the naked woman. He grinned and sped up to meet the knight, who was now at the road offering him water.
She watched her Knight exchange words with the runner. They laughed, shook hands and then her knight beckoned to her to join them.
"Slave, I have granted this Knight's request," he smiled. Pushing her into the runner's arms. "Go with him behind the pines trees."
"What!" She saw amusement in her Lord's eyes.
The runner grabbed her hand and pulled her behind the trees. Once there, he pushed her up against the hard rough bark.
"Quick I don't have much time. Put your foot on that log," he instructed breathlessly - partly from running but more from excitement.
"Great!" He set up his camera on a rock. "That should get your bouncing tits in the frame, your lovely face and most importantly your dripping, wet cunt."
"Aaaah. Excuse me, sir?" The lady was annoyed. " I don't have a dripping, wet cunt."
"Perfect!" The runner clapped his hands together. "I like a woman who resists me. This is all being caught on film. Let's see how dry your cunt is after I have finished with it."
The lady rolled her eyes, pressing her lips tightly together.
"I hear you have been misbehaving with your pussy. Prepare to be tongue fucked, like you've never been tongue fucked before. Oh and hold onto the branch above you. I want the video to catch those beautiful melons bouncing around."
Sitting with his back against the tree between her legs, so his video wouldn't miss anything, he stuck out his very long tongue.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked down at him. The last time she'd seen a tongue that long was on a Giraffe at an animal sanctuary.
'Maybe not that long but it is abnormally long for a human tongue,' she thought.
His tongue found its mark and the sweet torture began. She gasped. He hadn't been lying that he would tongue fuck her and oh, what an agile tongue he had.
He opened her fanny lips as wide as he could, smiling at his phone briefly before returning his attention to her pussy. There was nowhere his tongue didn't discover, even exploring a little way beyond her entrance and rimming her.
Holding onto the branch above, knuckles white with tension, she panted. Her breasts rose and fell, while her hips thrust and jerked under the control of the runner's master tongue.
"Mmmmm. Fffffff. Huuuuuuuh. Kaaaa. Aaaaah."
She wanted to cum so badly. All she could think about was the tongue teasing her pussy. She thrust her hips towards his welcoming tongue.
She threw her head back, closed her eyes, as her hips jerked with the arrival of an all-consuming orgasm.
"Aaaaah! Yeeeees! Oh yes!" She screamed. The echo bounced back at her from the surrounding mountains, then faded away.
As quickly as the runner had arrived, he jumped up, grabbed his phone to leave but paused in front of her, the video still recording.
"Open your pussy lips wide."
She breathlessly obeyed. Her cum was still trickling out of her as the final contractions of her orgasm faded. Her cunt glistened wetly.
The runner licked his lips. "Nice pussy, I could have fucked it all day. Wish I could have stayed longer."
Dazed she returned to her Knight, she caught his amused expression.
"I heard my lady enjoying her time behind the pines," he teased. "I have a confession, seeing another man tongue fuck you is another fantasy I can tick off my list. A fitting punishment for the men and their dog's display - don't you think?"
"How could you have seen?" She snapped.
"Slave, we had a gentleman's agreement. He could tongue fuck you, so long as he sent me a video. I'll watch it tonight."
"Well, I got to cum, my Lord." She shouted as he walked away. You just got to watch."
"Your punishment isn't over yet."
He wore a knowing look as he returned his attention to the road to cheer on the runners as they passed.
"What does that mean?" She shouted to him.
"You'll see. Now cheer on the runners or you will have more punishment."
The race almost finished and windows cleaned, she stood next to her knight encouraging the last runners.
"My Lord, I am so tired."
"Slave, you will stand here until the last runner runs by.
"Why?"
"Don't ask questions."
At five o'clock an elderly runner shuffled into view.
"The race ended at 4 pm my Lord."
"I know slave. Here is a knight who never gives up. He may not have crossed the finish line in time but it doesn't mean his race can't end on a high note."
Her mind raced. 'What can I possibly be expected to do with this old man? Is it another unspoken fantasy?'
"He needs encouragement, my Lady. Give it all you've got."
Jumping up and down, cheering the old man on, he finally reached the table. She smiled at him as she gave him a cup of water.
Uninvited he reached out and gently ran one finger down her pussy slit. The lady looked wide-eyed at her Knight, who had seen everything.
"Sir," her knight began, waving his hand in his Lady's direction. " This is your consolation prize, I'm sorry it isn't much. How would you like my slave to console you?"
Her stomach tensed. Her Knight had just removed all boundaries, they had in place, to allow this old man to do anything to her.
The old man looked her up and down. His eyes twinkled and he licked his lips.
