After the Meeting - Anon

The day's meetings went smoothly, hurried along by me because I was ready to be rid of these vultures once and for all. Escorting them to the door, air kisses all around,
"...yes, yes, we will do this again very soon. Lunch? Of course. Certainly, just call my secretary to set it up."

Closing and bolting the door behind them, I breathed a sigh of relief. Heading to my bedroom, I knew I needed to relax. I was tense from the club members' cackling and
silly jokes. Tense from their questions. And most of all, I needed to see my favorite boy. Needed to see him kneeling at my feet.

The boy guarding the door to my bedroom brightened as he saw me approach. "Good evening, Mistress. May I be of service to you this evening?"

"Yes, please send for my special boy. Tell him he is needed in my room."

The happy look on the boy's face disappeared as he realized he would not be the one touching my skin tonight and bringing me pleasure. He started to protest but quickly thought better of it. "Yes, Mistress... right away," he uttered as he opened the door for me.

Undressing quickly, sliding my body between the cool, silk sheets, I thought of my special boy and began to wonder, "Was I becoming too attached to him? Have I
become so use to having him under foot that I would actually miss him if he were gone? Always so eager to please, always so happy, yet so sensitive and gentle... Was he
becoming more of a joy then burden to me? It was true, his presence somehow worked to soothe me." Closing my eyes and mulling this concept over in my brain, I heard
the door to the room open and shut quietly.

"Good evening, Mistress," my boy quietly says, kneeling quickly upon entering the room. "I understand you requested me? I am here to serve you, Mistress. It is my one and only desire. How may I please you this evening?''

Smiling to myself so that the little bitch slut cannot see, I usher him over with a flick of my wrist.

"I am tense, little whore. Make me feel better," I command. Immediately he sets to work preparing the room to soothe me. He knows exactly what I required. Instinctively, he chooses the right background music, lights the scented candles, pours the wine. He was designed.... created... for service. Oh, if only all my boys were so perfect. But this little pet was a standout.

Laying on the bed, I motion for the little whore to join me. "Kneel up at my feet on the bed and play with your cock for me, pet. I want to watch you pleasure my property. Treat it gently. You do know how to work that thing, don't you, little whore! I believe you've done this before!" I laugh softly, as I watch him stroke himself, playing with the head, cupping his balls, gently squeezing. "Never take your eyes off of me, pet. Do NOT avert your gaze. Watch me watching every move you make. How do you feel, whore? Knowing I'm watching you!

Looking both embarassed but aroused, his one desire but to please me. He fondles and strokes himself for my amusement.

"That's enough, pet... you're nice and hard now. Keep it that way until I'm ready for it. Lick and kiss me, pet. Starting with my feet, work your way up my body, skipping my wet pussy for now, but kissing my lips when you get to my mouth.

I close my eyes, enjoying the sweet sensation of the whore's mouth on my skin, feeling both soft kisses and forceful, wet laps of his tongue. His enthusiasm is exciting to me. He is so eager to please. I certainly hope he doesn't disappoint me. I might have to 'permanently' send him away if he cannot fulfill his duties adequately! He pays
particularly nice attention to my toes and feet but doesn't seem to miss a square inch of my body as he works his way slowly and thoroughly up to my waiting, hot mouth. Kissing him passionately, I force my tongue into his mouth and wrap my legs around him. It has been a long time, I realize. I shouldn't let it go this long between trysts! I am a bit wild now.... like a caged panther suddenly set free. Exploring his mouth with my tongue, I lick, suck, and bite on his lips. pulling on them and nibbling.

"Now, bitch," I command, "lick my hot, wet pussy. Make me cum! Do it! Now!!!! I'm so hot..too turned on.... I need to cum.... suck me, slut! Hurry!"

The little slut does seem to know what he is doing. Laying on the bed, eyes closed, feeling the exquisite expertise of my pet's tongue, it is easy to forget all of my stresses of the day. As his fingers and tongue work their magic on me, I begin to feel the tingle of that familiar sensation beginning to work it's way through my body... ummmm..... beginning at the spot where his tongue is working and spreading out, setting my nerve endings on fire! Having never been one to stifle my screams of ecstacy, I moan and cry out, yanking the slut's hair and pushing his head harder again my thrusting hips. Ohhhhh.....so perfect!

Once the final wave of orgasmic fury has ceased, I push the whore's head away and take a moment trying to catch my breath. Greedily, I know I need more.

"On your back, slut!" I order. Quickly and without thought, he scrambles up and lays on his back before me, his enormous erection pointing straight up, engorged, throbbing. The sight of a hard cock has always excited me beyond reason and I roughly grab it and begin stroking it, enjoying the purple flush of arousal. I am amused by my little slut's reaction to my stroking. He is almost out of control with desire but flustered by not knowing exactly what I expect of him. Should he remain quiet and stoic? Should he respond with enthusiasm? I see his little mind working furiously......

"Let go, little slut....I want to hear you moan and beg for release. Your pleasure, right now, enhances my pleasure.... enjoy yourself....

Suddenly, he cries out and moans... "Oh Goddess..... ummm........oh gawd!!!!" he whimpers as I take him in my mouth, sucking and licking and nibbling. His hands automatically go to my hair, stroking, running through it, guiding my head. At this moment, we are not Domme and sub, not Mistress and slave, but lovers..... bringing each other pleasure and sheer bliss. Licking and lapping until he is just near the edge, I withdrawal to give him time to calm down.... He looks at me with adoration and lust.... and a look of almost pleading...

I know what he wants.. I want it, too. Straddling him, I slide his hot, wet cock inside me, guiding him in as deeply as he can go. He moans and arches his pelvis, trying to go in deeper. I begin the rhythm of sliding him in and out of my glistening pussy. He watches, hypnotized. I move his hands to my breasts and cover them with my own, guiding him to massage them. We are both so hot and horny now, so near the edge, I begin to pump him faster and deeper, urging him on. My orgasm is near and he thrusts harder to join me. I can tell by his breathing he is almost there.... I feel mine, too. Together, our bodies tense and shudder.

"Oh, gawd, yes, yes, ohhhh... fuck yes.... oh!" We both cry out, different words but the same meaning. We are cumming together!

Waves and waves of pleasure overcome me and I collapse on his chest. Breathing hard, sweat dripping off our bodies, exhausted and spent... we stay this way for a while.

Quietly, without speaking, my boy gets up from the bed and once again kneels at my feet, taking his position. We both know that the moment of intimacy between us has
passed and we must resume our proper places.... the Mistress and the obedient sub. He is but my toy, my plaything, my servent. But now, there is a deeper, more meaningful bond between us. It doesn't mean he will always be obedient to me and it is doesn't mean I will never punish him again. But we now share an intimacy that I share with no other submissive under my care. One that we both shall cherish... and build upon.

The End