The submissive
I entered the house and closed to door behind me. She was dressed in a short white dress and nothing else. As instructed, she was on her knees, head bowed and hands on her thighs. Her long, blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail.
I put my bag down and approached her. She did not move. I went down on my haunches, placed the index finger of my right hand under her chin and lifted her face up to face me. With my left hand I took hold of her hair to keep her head in that position. My finger started to travel down her chin…her throat…. Then my fingers spread out and my hand moved flat against her chest…down into the low-cut top of her dress…slowly encasing her left breast in my hand. Her breath deepened as I rolled her stiff nipple in my fingers…. After several minutes, I pulled my hand out of her dress…I spread my fingers and let my hand travel south. She closed her eyes and I immediately removed my hand. Her eyes shot open staring at me. “Do not close your eyes!” “Yes Sir.” Looking into her eyes, my hand started moving south again. It came to rest in her lap. From there I moved down her right leg until I got to the hem of her dress. “Spread!” Immediately she spread her knees apart. “Yes, Sir.” I placed my hand under the hem of her dress. Moving my hand slowly up under the dress, my fingers gently and slowly gliding up on the inside of her left thigh. As my hand came into contact with her hot wetness, she sighed deeply, still looking up at my face, her eyes started to blink. I sank two fingers into her most warmth. Spreading her knees a little further, she started to move against my hand, her gaze never leaving my face. She started trembling all over her body…I could feel it in her thighs against the sides of my hand. “I am sorry, Sir!” With a loud moan she closed her eyes and with two fingers inside her, she covered my hand in her juices.
I gave her time to recover. “I couldn’t do it, Sir” she said, her eyes filled with disappointment. I removed my hand and held it to her face. She immediately proceeded to suck my fingers clean. Once done, I put my hand under her chin and kissed her…gently…deeply. It was my way of telling her that I was pleased. I broke the kiss. “Make me a cup of coffee and wait in the lounge room for me, while I have my shower.” “Yes Sir.”
I put my bag down and approached her. She did not move. I went down on my haunches, placed the index finger of my right hand under her chin and lifted her face up to face me. With my left hand I took hold of her hair to keep her head in that position. My finger started to travel down her chin…her throat…. Then my fingers spread out and my hand moved flat against her chest…down into the low-cut top of her dress…slowly encasing her left breast in my hand. Her breath deepened as I rolled her stiff nipple in my fingers…. After several minutes, I pulled my hand out of her dress…I spread my fingers and let my hand travel south. She closed her eyes and I immediately removed my hand. Her eyes shot open staring at me. “Do not close your eyes!” “Yes Sir.” Looking into her eyes, my hand started moving south again. It came to rest in her lap. From there I moved down her right leg until I got to the hem of her dress. “Spread!” Immediately she spread her knees apart. “Yes, Sir.” I placed my hand under the hem of her dress. Moving my hand slowly up under the dress, my fingers gently and slowly gliding up on the inside of her left thigh. As my hand came into contact with her hot wetness, she sighed deeply, still looking up at my face, her eyes started to blink. I sank two fingers into her most warmth. Spreading her knees a little further, she started to move against my hand, her gaze never leaving my face. She started trembling all over her body…I could feel it in her thighs against the sides of my hand. “I am sorry, Sir!” With a loud moan she closed her eyes and with two fingers inside her, she covered my hand in her juices.
I gave her time to recover. “I couldn’t do it, Sir” she said, her eyes filled with disappointment. I removed my hand and held it to her face. She immediately proceeded to suck my fingers clean. Once done, I put my hand under her chin and kissed her…gently…deeply. It was my way of telling her that I was pleased. I broke the kiss. “Make me a cup of coffee and wait in the lounge room for me, while I have my shower.” “Yes Sir.”
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