Awakening My Mistress (as instructed).
I draw closer and can see
better the curves and shadowy folds of the satin sheet that flows so softly, smoothly over your body. I am silent, not wishing
to disturb you from your sleep except, until you come to wakefulness for the pleasure and the building sensation.
At the foot of the bed I
kneel and bow forward slightly, partly as a gesture of humility and partly, practically, so that I can gently lift the sheet
and bring my head, my mouth, my tongue nearer to the prize they crave.
Lifting the sheet just a little
higher, your body warmth cascading out around my kneeling body and letting the pleasant cool of the night air flow in around
your legs, I lean forward to bring my chest onto the mattress and push my arms a little forward to steady me for the quest
ahead. As my head comes under the sheet I draw in the sweet aroma of your sleeping form, sweet and wonderfully, lightly pungent
– earthy, flowery, exotic and hinting at carnal, my senses immediately heightened…each straining to capture and
hold the moment.
I gently but firmly push the
back of my hand forward stroking the skin of your inner calve, not wanting to tickle or startle but to have you draw your
limbs further apart, giving room for me to edge forward and again press gently with the back of my hand, up past your knee
and onto your inner thigh.
You suddenly hold still, the
relaxation and slackness of sleep being replaced by a dawning awareness and a sensing of the gentle intrusion. I pause, you
turn slowly onto your back, bending and raising you knees and letting them move apart, creating a tent of satin sheet about
my head and giving room and ease for my further ministrations.
I push myself further forward,
my head between your thighs, feeling a gentle warmth emanating from your pussy. With lips and tongue I caress your inner thigh
while my fingers slide in between the satin under-sheet and the glorious swell of your ass cheeks.
You squeeze your thighs together
just enough to hold my head still between them, stopping my caresses of your thighs and I take this as a sign to move on,
on towards the target of my worship. In a moment, having corrected my course, your thighs fall away again and I slide slowly
forward. As I do I am tormented by the feel of the satin sheet sliding coolly against my panties and straining cock-head,
small spasms making the head pulse and the pleasure greater. I hold still, desperate not to give way to the selfish, urgent
pleasure, knowing that I have duties to perform that will please me more.
My tongue touches the outer
folds of your pussy, a low voltage charge tingling down my tongue and spreading back through your cunt, causing you to tauten
tummy and thighs, flexing your toes. Through tongue and lips and cheeks I can feel the smooth skin of your shaved pussy, probing
gently into the folds, twisting and gently thrusting to taste and stimulate. That familiar but exotic taste, of mermaid and
nectar – electric and tingling on my tongue.
My hands lift your arse cheeks
slightly, pulling my face into your pussy and elbows finding purchase, so that I can settle to my wonderful worship. I settle
down to lap and probe and lick and thrust, licking the length of your cunt from bottom to top. Your breathing slightly quickens
and I can feel the muscles of your thighs tighten and relax, slightly and rhythmically as you begin to find a rhythm for the
sensations. I join your rhythm, licking and lapping as your sweet juices start to flow, damp and lubricating, my nose and
cheeks joining in on the gently ascending assault on your nerve-endings, head turning side to side so that the whole of my
face can find contact in stroking your bare, soft skin.
Each of us in the same universe
of tented sheet and heat and tingling sensation, with your pussy at the centre….purring, with a slow, low growl of sensation
building and building. I sense your tummy tightening and quivering and I know you are tumbling into the waves of pleasure
– my teeth nip gently at your cunt lips and my tongue finds your swollen bud, flicking and licking its length. The pace
quickens, I thrust my hips gently forward trying to share a measure of your sensations, then the warmth turns to heat and
your juices flow so that I need to swallow them to breathe. Your whole body starts to quiver and I look upwards, over the
gentle swell of your belly and see the dark outline of your glorious breasts alive with tremors, the nipples engorged and
upright, proud and dark and I see you take them between thumb and fingers and know that the crescendo is very near.
I push my face forward, kissing
and sucking at your pussy, swallowing the sweet nectar, while my tongue strains out and forward and up, probing as deep as
it can and then licking hard along the roof of your tunnel, back to the clit which is hard and upright, I purse my lips around
it, pinching it between them and flicking with the tip of my tongue. Your thighs harden around my head, back arching, your
hands at the back of my head drawing me into you….pushed and sucked into the glory of your pussy.
You stop still, muscles hard,
limbs frozen…and then the muscular convulsions start, rippling along your legs and through your body as you gasp and
moan…the pussy growl now a roar along your nerves, every inch of you in a state of ecstatic delight..the cause forgotten
but happy between your legs.
And then it is over. I slowly
withdraw down the bed, carefully drying the smears of your juices from your thighs with my cheek skin as I edge back from
the heart of this glorious universe. As my head comes from under the sheet I breathe in the cooler, fresh air and immediately
crave to return to the sheet folds. But as I know I must I rise and walk softly to the door, turning before it and coming
to rest facing you. My purple panties no longer contain my weenie, its swollen head appears above the silken top, slick with
precum, a droplet emerging from the tip. I know I must wait here now and await your awakening, hopeful that you might open
a restless eye to observe me and see my urgent worship of you as I await your judgment…what mood will you wake in I
wonder, to tease, to please, to ignore or to torment. I wait quietly and think about the next time.
--------------------------------------------------
As ever Yours,
chris
