A Day With Mistress Part 3 by Anonymous

                                                                                   
           He  takes a deep calming breath as she releases the whips, letting them fall to the ground. She runs a finger up each side of his body from where her thighs are gripping him to just below his armpits. She slides her hands underneath him (pressing her breasts against his back), finds his nipples and playfully tugs and twists them. He gathers himself, rigid as a statue; every inch of him is alive with feeling, and he moans as she teases them, not caring what sounds he makes.

      She whispers tauntingly, with mock sympathy, "Isn't it just a shame that you cannot cum now, you poor thing?”. His ass rises and falls and he bucks his hips fruitlessly, his hard cock jabbing at empty air. He answers her in anguish, “Yes, Mistress; yes, oh god!”

     She releases his nipples and slithers beneath him, looking at his face as she caresses his ears, which calms him for a brief moment. She spreads her legs around his, her inner thighs warm with the heat from both of them. He looks down at her, his erect cock bobbing in frustration, not daring to break his position. “You're driving me wild, Mistress” ”Down, boy!” she says while guiding him with her hands, pulling him down on top of her, skin to skin, both of their pulses racing.

    Heat radiating from both of them, she wiggles teasingly below him, his cock pressed against her lower belly; they both feel her hard nipples digging into his skin. He groans, driven almost mad by denial, and he starts to writhe slowly on top of her. She squirms demurely upward and, grasping his face in her hands, demands a kiss. He presses his lips to hers -- passively, hungrily.  Mouths open. Tongues exploring once more despite their panting breaths. He curls his tongue around hers in a deep passionate kiss, sucks on her tongue as he starts to undulate on top of her.  As the length of his shaft slides back and forth along her cleft, he can feel her engorged clit along the fat vein beneath his penis.  His glans slides back and over the trimmed pubes on her smooth mons.

      She breaks the kiss to get some air, her head swimming; she reaches up to still his hips, looking into his eyes. He goes still, feeling her hands move over his welts. She inhales deeply, grinning sadistically while tracing the lines on his skin. She rakes her nails over the raised welts, leaving horizontal lines over the vertical lines.

      “You have been a very good boy, but no, you are not allowed to cum." She pushes him up just a bit, getting some room to maneuver. He rises to his hands and knees as she pulls herself through the pillars of his arms, her breasts in perfect alignment for pleasures to be had there.  Then she continues wiggling out from under him, bringing her altar just below his face, She grabs a handful of his hair and pulls his face down close to her core heat. He whimpers and compresses his lips, breathing raggedly as he catches her scent, his cock stiff and aching as his blood boils.

     “Lick me like the hungry boy you are!” she says and then she parts her thighs, providing an unobstructed view of her temple. He moans and lowers his head, brushing his lips lightly over her swollen labia. He places soft kisses along the crease of her thigh, back over her mons, and finally along her cleft. She thrusts her hips up against his face, eager, hungry, needing the service of his lips and tongue. His tongue extended, he keeps it still and drags it upward along her slit, then wiggles it to part her pink inner lips. He then curls his tongue, the tip just flicking under her clit.  
 
    She feels her nipples honed to diamond sharpness. She feels her skin tingling and breaking out in goose-bumps.  Her breath catches from the sweet sensations of his questing tongue. He rests his nose just above her cleft, his upper lip positioned just above her clit; finally, his tongue rises, circles around the base, and moves over the clit hood.

    She takes a deep sudden breath, her knees quivering as he presses his tongue flat against the engorged bud, and then, waving it, curls his tongue slowly. He starts to lick her reverently, his lips pursing, closing, as he tastes the sweetness of her temple. He moans as her walls flex and quiver.  His tongue, flicking now, laps eagerly as he kneels above her on his hands and knees.

    She breathes shallowly, her head falling back. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as he sends waves of pleasure throughout her body. He continues to lap hungrily, swallowing, licking, worshiping her, and aching deep down in his belly as he gives her pleasure. He rolls his tongue up and down, just enough, as he savors her.  He is aroused, obedient and grateful.

     She mutters “Ah, God!” as her body begins to tighten.  His lips press tight against her temple, his nose crinkling against her trimmed pubes; he begins to suck gently on her clit.  "Fuck!" she whispers; she inhales deeply as her toes curl. With his face buried between her thighs, he whispers that he is her dog, her slave, and that he worships her with his entire being.  His cheeks glisten with her juices. He flicks his tongue up and down, bending her engorged clit with the tip of his tongue.

    Her body stiffens, taut, as she braces herself for that explosive release she knows will come when she climaxes. He moans at her taste, bobbing his head up and down over her temple. She grabs his hair, yanking his face into her temple. “Eat it, God dammit!" she hisses and snaps between panting breaths.

    He nods and drags his tongue along her slit: down to dab at her perineum, and back up before eagerly sucking and lapping her clit. His lips and tongue trace every crease and fold, up and down, back and forth.

    Her mind lost, her walls flutter and clinch unto themselves, and her honey spills forth in waves. He flicks his tongue right beneath her anus and drags it over her gaping slit.  Then he sucks in her clitoris as she climaxes. He moans, opening his mouth as she gushes, and he swallows hungrily.

    She can barely breathe as she lets it all go, wallowing in sweet sensation.  He keeps his mouth glued to her temple and stays that way while her climax peaks. After her shuddering subsides, he then kisses her temple reverently.

     As she catches her breath he kisses spots along her inner thighs. She gathers her wits and commands him to clean her. He moans happily and drags his tongue along her thighs, along her temple, and along the crease of her ass.  He dutifully cleans her skin of her orgasmic fluids, and his tongue moves back over her mons, across the sticky spot of fluid left from his glans earlier.

    She lies there swimming, dizzy, ethereally spent as he continues with his tasks  He even licks a trace of fluids off of the floor. She lies there peacefully, her eyes closed, as he repositions himself between her thighs.  His forearms and hands are pressed flat on the floor, his thighs are open and his ass is raised high as he rests his forehead on the floor just in front of her temple.

    She slowly returns to the mundane world, shaking off her orgasmic fog. She then pulls him up, kisses him, absorbs her juices and slowly, passionately, sucks his tongue.  His mind reels.  He had ached to worship her in that way, to show his devotion, to serve her. She breaks off the kiss, looks him in the eye, and says nothing. She then rises and stands briefly before him before she silently but quickly walks away.  He bows his head and says “Yours, Mistress, I am yours.”

The End