A Drizzle Of Discovery by Velveteen

Mistress had asked me to find something, a little bit fun that I wanted to try.
I'd already gotten what I wanted.
It was a little interesting, a little unusual, not something I think she'd guess.
I hadn't gone after anything especially sexual, Not anything painful or particularly kinky.
Maybe even Mistress would like a break now and again.
I loved to be of service to Mistress, and this was right along those lines.
Warm chocolate sauce.
My mind already swam with a hundred ideas of how to use it.
I was pretty sure I had it worked out.
Pretty sure.

When my Lady arrived home, I had her tea prepared.
Mug in hand I greeted her.
After the pleasantries she asked if I had completed her task yet.
My small smile betrayed me before words had even been offered.
She didn't ask.
Not yet.
It almost disappointed me a little.
The suspense was gnawing at me.
Gazing upon her longingly, it was anticipation that rose.
Well, not only anticipation.

She drew me to the bathroom where I helped her undress.
I quickly removed my own garments before being lead into the shower.
I loved this part of my day.
I bathed my Mistress.
Soft caresses.
Devoted attention to detail.
I always tried to make sure relaxation was mixed with cleanliness.
It was our pre-scene ritual, and always settled the mind.
At least for a moment.

Once in the bedroom, my Mistress sat comfortably on the bed, I at her feet.
I was finally asked what I had chosen.
My response was met with a raised eyebrow.
"Food play?" she asked quizzically.
Warm chocolate sauce to be exact.
I did love to service my Mistress.
Her bemused smile gave me the go-ahead I needed.
I fetched it swiftly, sitting in hot water to make sure it was melted.

My Mistress instructed me on where she wanted it placed.
I was to diligently clean it off, without using anything but my tongue.
No arms for support.
Just my tongue.
At first it was simple things, like her upper arm.
I was a little clumsy, holding my arms behind my back obediently.
I kissed upon my Mistress' skin and softly lapped up the sauce.
Higher up was ok, I could balance.
But then she began to tease me.

She drew a long line up her thigh, stopping just short of that crease.
You know the crease.
The fantastic fold of flesh that one's eyes fumbled to frequent, unforgettably Infatuating.
Right there.
My eyes widened, and I leaned down.
The angle made me fumble.
Just at her knee, the first part to reach the sauce was my cheek.
A big messy smudge and my Mistress' sultry tone. "Ah ah ah, pet, that's not your tongue.
I couldn't hide the smile, my lips pursed, and I pressed my tongue to her leg.

Paying particular attention to my balance this time, I drew my tongue towards my Mistress' body.
The sticky sweet flavour mixed in my mouth.
Silken smooth sauce slipping from soft skin, sensationally seductive.
My mind misting, distracting me with images.
I felt a fingertip abruptly make contact with my forehead.
"Far enough pet."
My eyes focused in on where I was.
My tongue almost slipping into that unfathomable crease.
Nose mere millimeters form My Mistress' stomach.

I rose at Mistress' direction.
She smiled at me, smirking almost, Using her thumb to take the chocolate smear from my face.
Her other hand drew a crooked line from collar bone, through her cleavage, and down to her hip.
I bit my lip softly.
Watching with intent.
I waited patiently for her permission.
And the second I gained it.
I hungrily descended upon Mistress' hip.

Kisses first.
Soft, adoring kisses.
I felt a hand in my hair, taking a little grip and tugging a moment. "Tongue, Pet."
I tried not to laugh, It'd get me in trouble.
My tongue pressed into the contours of my Mistress' body.
Rolling down the sweet, satisfying road.
Crossing the softness of Mistress' stomach.
I could feel her tense up at the softness.
Tickling her.
I lingered a moment, like any good brat, licking slowly.

Savoring the sensation, I arched my back and leaned against my Mistress.
Rising upwards, my eyes gazing as high as they can.
Looking into the eyes that watched me.
Enjoying their half open expression.
The look of pleasure within.
Satisfaction and amusement.
Fun.
I smiled unavoidably.
She smiled too, I bet I looked goofy.

My stare intensified as I delved between Mistress' breasts.
Their warmth caressed my face.
The last of the chocolate from one cheek transferred.
It was sticky.
I slowed right down, as if a reaction to that sensation.
It was a farce.
I loved being here.
I loved their feel, and wished to enjoy it for as long as I could.

As My face reached the open air, I bent my neck to follow the line.
Tracing Mistress' collar bone.
I couldn't stop smiling, so much so that my teeth grazed very lightly.
No marks, just a gentile touch.
I made an exaggerated sound as I finished the line, flicking my tongue from Mistress' skin.
When I sat back, I looked up at her, ready for the next thing.
She was laughing softly, looking at me.
And with that, I got a sharp little slap.

She took a-hold of my lower jaw and tugged me to face her.
Leaning in, nose to nose.
"That was teeth, not tongue."
I smiled, cheekily.
"Sorry Mistress."
Releasing my jaw, she gave me another soft little slap.
She did love the pinkness those caused.
She liked to tell me I was pretty in pink.
And that was never clothes.

This line was different.
Mistress drew up the inside of one thigh, above her sex, and then down over her labia.
She stared into my eyes as she drew it.
Smiling demurely.
Predatory.
"You remember pet. Tongue."
There was much emphasis on that last word.
"Yes Mistress."
I answered, Trying to hold back an excited laugh.

Leaning down, tongue presented, it touched to Mistress' soft inner thigh.
I lapped away diligently.
Tongue only.
Not even a hint of my lips, as much as I wished to kiss.
Drawing ever closer to the chocolate dipped rose.
My mind swam with thoughts.
Desires.
Lustful hunger.
Obedience.

Finally making contact, I used the tip of my tongue to stiffly part Mistress' labia.
Scooping nectar and chocolate alike from between.
My instinct was to suckle.
To devour for Mistress' pleasure.
But this time I was more gentile.
Well, as gentile as you can be while using not but a tongue.
I knew my real goal, and it was not the chocolate.
I used the context to lap as hungrily as I dared.

I paused for a moment.
In the maelstrom of fervor.
Using dexterity and precision, and the tip of my tongue.
I coaxed Mistress' clit from it's hood, to cleanse it of chocolate.
Instantly, there was that hand again.
Entwined in my locks of hair.
Grasping tightly.
This time not tugging, but steering.
Holding me right at that spot.
A wordless command.

My tongue wriggled and squirmed.
Writhed and danced.
Drew patterns in Mistress' flesh.
Ancient runes and symbols, evoking pleasure.
I felt Mistress' legs wrap around my body.
Heels dig into my back as she gripped me.
Captured me.
Held me there for as long as she desired.

My eyes shut, I was lost in the service.
Chocolate mixed with the flavour of devotion.
I tasted ecstasy.
My scalp stung as waves of contractions spread throughout her body.
I felt her breaths.
I knew her pleasure.
I knew at this moment I had made the right choice.
I knew at this moment, my Mistress was pleased.