The Slave - Sex Stories

The Slave

"You've been such a good slave, I think you've earnt some pussy. What do you think?" "Yes, mistress," the excitement was almost palpable, he practically spat the words out. The boy's owner tutted. "Yes what?" she chided him, a velveted glove squeezing one testicle. "Yes please mistress. Thank you mistress". "Good boy." The pressure on him was released, that hand now moving to release him from chastity. Gently, she stroked his organ, as the warmth flowed into it. He sighed. His mistress chuckled, "That didn't take long." Her slave's eagerness was all too apparent, his shaft now fully swollen between her soft teasing fingers. She flashed a wicked smile. "Not so fast". All this time time her other hand lay dormant. Now, twixt teeth she removed her glove, and with one finger of that hand slowly caressed the contours of her body. The slave's gaze fixed upon this movement. Once, twice around her left breast. A sensuous flickering across a nipple. And then down, down to her navel, and further down. Now that finger slipped under panties and around, working its way into her pussy. All this took a minute or more, at least half of which spent working it in and out, and around her vulva. Her slave was transfixed. "Mmmm" his mistress sighed. Her finger was removed and she sniffed, "well, don't I just smell divine?" The finger now placed under his nose, her scent filling his nostrils. "Oh, so good mistress". That grin again: "good? is that all?". "It, it's..." fumbling for the adjectives ...

... to describe it, "...heavenly?" "Heavenly?" a frown, those dark cherry red lips pursed. "Come now, I may be a goddess, but heaven has never been my domain". Eyes wide, the boy was desperate, afraid of his mistress's displeasure. Not now, not now when I am so close. "It's... beyond words, my mistress, indescribable". For maybe half a minute her eyes bored into his as her face betrayed no sign of what she thought of this. Though it may have been half an hour, for all he knew. "Yes, well, I suppose that will have to do. I can hardly expect your miserable vocabulary to capture in full the magnificence of my being." "No mistress. I mean yes, mistress. Thank you." "Hmmm." His mistress stood up. "In any case, I have a promise to keep, don't I? Boy, do I have a wonderful treat for you." Two fingers hooked under the lace of her panties, gently she begins to slide them down. The first hint of her pubic hair peeks out. This is it, the moment her slave has been waiting for. Breathlessly he lies in wait for her mound to be revealed to him. But now she turns, gyrating clockwise. Helpless and bound, all he can do is endure, his cock throbbing. And hope for her to come round again. But at 180 degrees, just when her pussy must be revealed to anybody watching from the other side, she stops. And pulls up her panties once more. Another chuckle. "But I'm forgetting myself." A rustle. "THIS is your pussy for the evening". And she turns round, a fleshlight clasped in her gloved right hand. Silence ...