Couples Counseling Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Couples Counseling Pt. 04

... explain. That leaves, which sense? Oh right,taste."

Gently, I tug in on the collar ring. "Kiss."

Tenderly, he obeys.

"Ah,just so. Now, pet ... one littlelap."

I let out a heaving sigh, "Taste." That sigh is always my reaction to first contact, especially when it's heavily charged with the power I take from dictating the pussy-slave's preliminary self-restraint.

"There, now. As promised, slave, your Goddess fills your senses. Take my advice, and make this areligious experience. "

Moaning, he tips back his head and inhales, taking in the overpowering scent of my control. Reinforcing that, I hook the collar ring and tug him back to me. Delightfully, I see his neck relax into smooth grip of the leather. I would give anything to be inside that sub-space darkness just now; how his subservience to my faceless voicefeels to him, his breathless anticipation of how I will use him ...

How he canplease me. I give him what he needs. "Open wide, tongue out, keep perfectly still."

Panting softly, my pussy-slave parts his lips, extends his tongue, and holds it rigid.

"Just ... so," I breathe. Rocking my hips, I brush my tingling labia up and down his tongue, basting it with my juices. For variation, I add the barest wiggle to my pussy-dance, spreading the pleasures to my outer lips.

"Now," I coo, "worship me."

His tongue softens and uncurls, joining with his lips ... to plunder mine.

"Huh-ahhh," my breath heaves.

Overeager of course, he starts out ...

... too forcefully; no surprise there, but not what I want. One hand gripping his hair, I ease him back, urge him to slow down, take his time. The hand tells him,If you want to impress me, pet, do it with a delicacyto your appetite for fine pussy, not a gluttony for it.

Like a good pet, he whimpers at my displeasure; with my hands, though, I'm going to make him responsive to my appreciation. I steer his mouth away from my clitoris, though; that flavor is going to be a reward for him later. My hands will let him know when he's earned it.

"Yes, mysweeeet pussy-slave,yesss," I moan.

Gently, I press on his head and slide his nose down between my slithery lips and back up. I manipulate his hair, like it's the reins on a stallion in training, and with a finger tap, coax him to re-engage his tongue. Instantly, he gets it.

Oh yes, he gets it, I admit breathlessly. For the untrained slave, my hands can only guide so much. But with Tosh, the rest, he knows. I've had playthings I trained for months in this woman-pleasing art who are less sensitive to my guiding hands than my novice Tosh. Then perhaps, he isn't so much a novice, as a natural. But I'd already guessed that.

"Oh, I know you, pet," I speak into his head. "Throughout your love life, you've always taken great pride in pleasing the girls you fuck, learning from the experience, then fucking the next one better. Fucking and sucking, I should say, and whatever else turns her crank."

Without me telling him, his mouth ...