Note: This story is the third installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.
This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.
We slept in. The bright sun from my south window finally woke us.
My eyes opened before Sandra's. I laid quietly next to her and watched as she gradually moved from sleep to consciousness.
She slowly opened her eyes, recognized where she was and smiled at me. "Good morning lover." Then she kissed me. At first it was just a good morning kiss, but it quickly became more passionate.
I had an erection, but I didn't care. It was irrelevant. I knew what I wanted to do. I now knew how to satisfy a woman and it didn't involve my penis. I slid my lips to Sandra's breasts and suckled on her nipples for a few moments, then I moved on. My next stop was her cute little belly button. She giggled as I tickled her with my tongue. Still, this was not my final destination.
As my tongue approached her crotch, Sandra gently pushed me away and sat up. "Maybe I should go shower first."
I looked up at her with a questioning expression.
"I don't feel too clean down there right now."
I thought about this for a moment. I didn't want to wait. I wanted to taste Sandra right then. She was my love. She was my goddess. I worshipped her. There was nothing that her body could produce that would ever be unwholesome or unsavory to me. I was willing to feast on this woman at any time.
I smiled at her and said, "Don't worry, I'll make you very clean down there."
Sandra laughed out loud. "Are You offering me maid service?" She giggled. "I think I like this. Do I have a kinky little boyfriend? Oh I hope so." She took my face in her hands and held it firmly as she looked into my eyes. "Stevie do you want to be my little maid and clean my pussy for me?" She laughed. It wasn't a cruel laugh, she was just having fun. She was teasing me. We were playing a game.
She laughed again. "Oh I think that this might be fun"
While she was saying this, I was focused on the word, boyfriend. Sandra had called me her boyfriend. I didn't even dare to hope that she might have meant it seriously. Still it was all I could think about. At that moment I would have played any game in the world with her.
She slid to the foot of the bed and put her feet on the floor.
"Kneel between my legs." Sandra took complete control. I didn't have to speak. I only had to comply with her commands.
I became her willing servant. I did exactly as I was told. I got off the bed and got on my knees
She smiled at my obedience. "My, you are a good little boy aren't you." She took a deep breath. "Let's see just how good you can be."
She lifted her right foot off the ground and extended her leg. As she pushed the sole of her foot towards my face, she gave me my first order. "Kiss it."
Sandra's foot was tiny and delicate. Her skin was smooth and soft. Her toenails were painted a crimson red.
I cradled that delicate little appendage in my hands, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and reverently planted several soft kisses on the sole of her foot.
Sandra sighed as she felt my lips touch her. She started to whisper. "Oh baby, that feels so nice. Kiss my toes now."
She laid back. Her hand moved between her legs. She started to finger herself as I continued.
I was mesmerized. I gave each of her cute little toes a gentle kiss.
When I was done Sandra gave me another order. "Now my ankle. Kiss my ankle for me." Her eyes were closed. She wasn't watching me, she was reacting to the touch of my tongue.
I kissed the top of her foot and then the inside of her ankle.
Sandra sighed, she was enjoying this. "Now my knee. Kiss the inside of my knee."
I was beginning to understand her plan. She was slowly guiding me to that wonderful pleasure spot between her thighs.
I set Sandra's tiny foot back on the floor and planted my lips on the inside of her leg. I slowly kissed my way to her knee. I was trying to be good and obey Sandra's instructions. It was difficult, so very difficult. This was taking every bit of patience that I could muster. I longed to abandon my assigned task and end this frustrating game. I wanted to spread Sandra's legs, bury my face in her pussy and pleasure her with unbridled abandon. I wanted to make her scream in ecstasy.
Sandra wasn't ready to release me. She was enjoying herself. There was no doubt in my mind that she was acutely aware of the sexual tension that was building between us. She was deliberately teasing me with this little game. She now knew that she could control me and she was relishing her power.
Sandra gave me another order. "Now the inside of my thigh. I want to feel your lips on the inside of my thigh."
I had to spread Sandra's knees to comply with her directive. As I kissed the inside of her thigh, I could see the enticing lips of her shaved cunt out of the corner of my eye. It was maddening to be so close to my goal and still be denied access.
I continued to kiss Sandra. Each of my kisses moved me closer to my prize.
Suddenly Sandra grabbed me by my hair, held my face up and stared into my eyes. She pushed two fingers into her cunt. When she pulled her fingers out they glistened with her nectar.
She shoved the two fingers into my mouth. She wasn't gentle. "Taste my pussy Stevie. It needs to be cleaned. I want you to clean it for me baby. I want you to do a really good job cleaning it for me."
The sexual tension between us was maddening.
Sandra callously pushed my face into her cunt. "Lick me clean!
My part in this play was simple. I was to do exactly as I was told. My duty was to respond to the desires of my mistress.
Last night, I started my oral love making by gently kissing the lips of Sandra's cunt. This morning my instructions weren't to kiss Sandra's cunt, my orders were to clean it.
I started by licking the smooth skin to the right side of her pussy lips. I slowly worked my way down to the base of her cunt. I lingered on that little patch of skin between the bottom of Sandra's vagina and the beginning of her ass. As I lingered there, I had a strong desire to go lower. I can't really explain why, but for some reason I found the idea of exploring Sandra's ass with my tongue to be incredibly erotic.
I didn't do it. I chickened out. I was afraid that Sandra would think I was some kind of pervert.
As my tongue moved away from her ass and started its journey up the left side of her pussy, I thought I heard a sigh of disappointment from Sandra.
When I reached the top of Sandra's cunt I placed my mouth over her clitoris and gave it a soft wet tongue bath. I could feel Sandra's muscles tighten from the pleasure she was feeling.
