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Uninhibited Milf
User ID: 1768
Join Date: Aug 20, 2009
Location: Mississippi
Posts: 3,636
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Returning to your Mistress...
Your Mistress had asked before you left your last encounter with her, to text her whenever you were available to serve her. You had texted her three times that week without receiving any response from her. Even though you had a fantastic time in your first meeting with her, you were beginning to think perhaps you weren’t her cup of tea and she had merely been appeasing you with her positive comments about your session.
So, today, when you sent her a text telling her you were available all night, you vowed to yourself it would be the last time you contacted her if you didn’t hear from her. Even though you had comfortably submitted to her just a week ago, You were beginning to feel like you had given your power away and, in so doing, had belittled yourself in her eyes.
So when your cell beeped, alerting you of a received text message, your heart skipped a beat in anticipation. Sure enough, it was your Mistress responding. Her one line response was simple, yet it sent a shiver down your spine into your knees.
“Come to me at 7 sharp.”
That was four hours away. You had work engagements to tend to,to keep your mind occupied. But the truth is all you could think about was being used by your Mistress. At about 5:30 you received another text from your Mistress.
“Do not play with your little dick,” she said. “And you better be ready when you get here.”
As the hour approached, you prepared yourself to please your Mistress. And it was off to her house, you arrived a little early, but waited before knocking on her door precisely at 7.
She answered almost immediately, something you appreciated. In spite of the fact that she was now your Mistress, your owner, she showed a compassion and empathy for your feelings that made you feel safe and protected. She greeted you with a hug and a light kiss, just as she had done on your first encounter with her. She asked you if you’d like a glass of wine and when you told her that would be nice, she told you to pour her one also. It was a very subtle reminder to you that you were there to serve her.
You sipped the wine, and as usual, you sat passively next to her. She took the lead, occasionally kissing you and rubbing her hands over your body, while she slowly and deliberately undressed you until you were sitting totally nude, next to her fully clothed body. She told you she liked your body, “most of it anyway.” She smiled. “Tell me which part disappoints me, and why.”
You began to speak, but she told you to stand before her. You told her the part of your body which disappointed her was your cock, because it wasn’t very big. She laughed.
“That’s not true,” she said. “It’s not not very big. It’s small. It could never please a woman like me, could it?” Before you could respond, she said “Make it bigger. Right now.”
So you played with your cock right in front of her while she sipped her wine. As it began to grow, she told you, you were a good little boy. She said it made her want to get laid, but she didn’t want to be disappointed. You wonder if your ears deceived you? Were you going to get to fuck Mistress even though your cock wasn’t big enough for her, you wondered?
She handed you your clothes, told you to go lay them on the chair in her room and to come back out and sit with her. She kissed and rubbed you some more, while removing her own dress so that she stood in front of you in a corset, stockings and high heels. No panties. “Eat”, was all she said. So you began to dine on her glorious pussy, but she directed you the whole time, telling me how she liked it done. You went back and forth from her delicious pussy to her ass, all the while she spoke dirty to you, saying things like that was where you belonged. You thought, not fully knowing if she came. Almost immediately after feeling her quiver, there was a knock on the door.
“I was afraid of this,” she said. She told you to go into her room and put your clothes back on, which she said she had laid across her bed for you.
You hurried down the hall just as the front door open and you heard a man’s voice mixed in with Mistresses. When you entered her room to get your clothes, You stopped in horror. Your clothes were not laid out across her bed. She had laid out one of those combined stockings and garter belt sets, high heels and a very tiny thong panty. You thought surely there was some mistake. You heard two voices coming from the den, a male and you’re your mistresses. You did not know what to do. Finally, Mistress called to you and told you to get “the clothes I put out for you on and get in here. Roger needs a drink. And be ready.”
Your cock was even smaller than usual as you put the clothes on, finally settling into the high heels. You knew what she meant by being ready, so you started stroking your cock until you got a raging hard on, so swollen that it was peeking out of the tiny thong. You walked down the hallway. The heels clanked soundly on the hardwood floors, so there was no mistaking that you were on your way to your Mistress. When you entered the den, two sets of eyes fell on you, as your own gazed at the floor.
“Roger, this is my new toy, Amanda. Amanda, this is a real man. You may call him Sir. Do not worry. Sir is a gentleman. He knows his place just as you are beginning to know yours. Now, get him a glass of wine.”
When you returned with Roger’s wine, Mistress directed you to sit on the chair across from them. She and Roger chatted for a moment or two, but soon they were making out wildly and Mistress was wasting no time getting Roger’s cock out of his pants. Of course, it was larger than mine, but not just by a little. His cock wasn’t even hard yet, but it was long and thick. Mistress stole a glance at you and told you to come to stand before her. She told you to show Roger your “little dick”. You pulled the panties to the side and showed him your cock. He didn’t laugh. “I see what you mean”, was all he said.
With that, Mistress stood and grabbed Roger by the hand and led him to her bedroom. She told you to sit in the chair in the den, keep your cock hard but not to come. You sat in that chair for an hour while you heard them fucking. Mistress made it a point to tell Roger often how much she adored his big cock and his stamina. Finally, there was silence and a bit of laughter from the room. Then Roger came out, large cock swaying as he walked down the hall. He stopped into the second bathroom, and you heard him as he took a leak. He hadn’t closed the door. Then he moved past you into the den, and slowly got dressed right in front of you, obviously very proud of his big cock and the fucking he had just done. When he was completely dressed, he headed to the front door, opened it, and then turned and looked at you.
“Oh. I almost forgot. I made a mess in there and your Mistress wanted me to ask you if you wanted to clean it up.”
He didn’t leave. He sat there with the door opened. He was waiting for you to answer. Not knowing what to say, you thought to yourself; Oh my god, I’m going to have to verbalize to Roger that I want to eat his cum.
“Yes, Sir,” You said. “I would be honored to clean up your mess.”
“Good boy,” he said. “And good bye.” And he left.
You walked down the hallway—you wanted to run—towards Mistress. You were going to get to eat her pussy after a real man had fucked her. You were embarrassed, but incredibly turned on, even though your cock was barely hard. You entered the room and Mistress smiled at you. Then she opened her legs for you.
“You know what to do.”
You ate her. You cleaned her. You tasted Roger’s cum and you tasted Mistresses cum. You cleaned her ass. You cleaned her for over 30 minutes. You didn’t say anything to Mistress, but your cock spurted as you cleaned her and rubbed the mattress with your cock. You didn’t know if she would be mad. You couldn’t let on that you had cum. You had to act as if you were still excited, even if, as all men know, after an orgasm you weren’t feeling submissive anymore. But you wanted to please Mistress.
The real test came after cleaning her when she asked you if you wanted to cum. Oh, yes,you said.
“Well, go lay in the bathtub. I need to mark my territory. I’ve decided to keep you.”
So off you went. And as Mistress let go her golden shower all over your face, chest and cock, You faked an orgasm. You laid there for a moment. Then your Mistress rose off you, told you to take a nice shower for as long as you wanted, get dressed and come share a glass of wine with her in the den.
When you emerged to the den, she was in a robe, with two glasses of wine poured before her. Sit, she said. “I was very proud of you tonight. I have high hopes for how far I can take you. Will you trust me?”
You wanted to. You want to be pushed. You said yes, you trust her.
You both talked about the evening for close to an hour. She stroked you both physically and verbally many times, making you feel safe and valuable to her. Finally, she told you the same rules applied. Text her whenever you were available.
And with a smile on your face and jello in your knees, You walked out the door into the night, feeling more fulfilled than you had felt in a long, long time.
Until you return......
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