3 comments/ 19197 views/ 9 favorites A Night with Her By: ALittleFawn The phone rang and he knew instantly that it was Her. He had been expecting the call all morning with a mixture of excitement, fear and desire. He picked up the phone and before he could say anything a soft voice on the other end said, "Do not say anything except yes, ma'am or no, ma'am. Do you understand, boy?" His mouth was suddenly dry and his heart began to pound. The fear threatened to take over and for one insane second he almost hung up on Her. Some how he managed to squeak out, "yes, Ma'am." It was quiet on the other end and he was suddenly terrified that She had sensed his moment of doubt and had hung up Herself. She let him suffer for a few more seconds before saying, "Good. That is good, boy." He could hear the pleasure in Her voice and pictured the sly smile that would be playing across Her lips right now. He trembled, wondering what She might have in store for him today. "Boy, you will meet me in exactly 2 hours. You will come to the hotel I told you about. Find my car in the parking lot, inside the latch for the gas tank you will find a room key and instructions. You will follow them exactly. Do you understand?" "Yes, Ma'am," he answered clearly. He was sweating profusely now and his hands were shaking but he did not want Her to hear it in his voice...although he suspected She was VERY aware of the effect She was having upon him. "Good. 2 hours. Do not be late." She hung up immediately, leaving him feeling a trifle let down and unsatisfied. He smiled and knew that was exactly what She had wanted. He began to prepare for his afternoon. He showered for Her, knowing how She liked him clean. He trimmed his pubic hair. She did not want him shaved, She did not like how the hair became rough and prickly, but She did demand that he keep himself trimmed. He dressed in jeans and a t-shirt since She had not specified anything else. He performed his last minute duties and left to meet Her. When he arrived at the motel he drove to where he saw Her car was parked. As She has stated there was an envelope in the gas tank. He took it back to his car, sat inside and opened the envelope with trembling hands. Inside was a plastic key card with the number 211 on it. There was also a single sheet of paper. Written in Her scrawling handwriting was this: Boy, You are to enter room 211. Once inside you will go directly to the bathroom. You are to undress. You will find a bag in the room. Open it. You will know what to do with what it inside. When you have completed these tasks, you will come to Me...I will be awaiting you. F It was signed with just Her initial. He was shaking and sweating again. His heart was pounding and he could feel the stirrings of lust in his loins. His nipples were hard in anticipation of what laid ahead. He knew this was it. If he went inside, he was Hers for the night...She would do whatever it was that She desired. He would belong to Her mind, body and soul. Or, he could leave right now...drive away and never see Her again. He sat for a few moments pondering his options, then realized that there was no option. He had to go inside, had to see what it was that She wanted to do to him and see what it was that She wanted him to do to Her. He sighed, folded the paper, took the key card and walked to the hotel...leaving behind his doubts. He entered the hotel and walked directly to room 211. He did not want to keep Her waiting. He stood in front of the door for a second, hesitating with the key card poised above the slot. He held his breath and once again thought about the possibility of leaving. He smiled and let his breath out slowly knowing there was only one possibility...walk through the door and face his fate at Her feet. He pushed the card into the slot, grasped the handle, turned it and pushed open the hotel room door. He walked inside and let the door shut behind him. The night began. It was pitch black inside the room and he could see nothing. He stood just inside the door unsure of which direction the bathroom might be. He looked to his left and then to his right trying to see a doorway but his eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness. That was when he heard a light chuckle. It had come from directly in front of him. He knew She was watching his fumbling entrance. He felt himself blush and silently cursed himself for being clumsy. As if She had sensed his unease, She spoke to him quietly, "It is to your left, boy." He felt along the wall to his left until he came to the door to the bathroom. He almost threw himself inside and shut the door behind him. He stood for a second with his back to the door listening to his heart pound. She was really here! Soon, he was going to be under Her control, completely. With his heart thudding inside his chest, he turned on the light and began to undress. Next to the tub/shower combo was a small black travel bag. When he had shed all of his clothes, he turned to the bag and bent to unzip it. He gasped when he saw what was inside. There were four leather bands with rings attached to them. He, of course, knew what they were...cuffs for his wrists and ankles. He sat on the toilet and put two of the bands on his ankles, buckling them snuggly. He stood and put the final two on his wrists. He stood and looked at his reflection in the mirror over the sink. His face was flushed with color; his eyes were over bright with excitement. His penis was slightly erect in anticipation of might be ahead. He liked how the dark bands of leather contrasted with his pale skin. Sweat stood out on his forehead and upper lip. He knew if he didn't move fast he would just stand here in front of this mirror until She came beating on the door. He did not want to disappoint Her already. No. He wanted to show Her how eagerly he wanted to submit to Her will. He squared his shoulders, turned off the bathroom light, stood for a moment to let his eyes adjust to darkness, opened the bathroom door and went out to Her. As soon as he opened the door he heard music. She must have started it when he was in the bathroom. He recognized it immediately as Enigma and could not suppress a smile...very appropriate choice. The Voice of Enigma was just beginning. He could also smell incense and vanilla. Again he smiled, this time at the irony in Her choice of scent. He looked about the room but still could not see the Woman he had come here to serve. He knew She was there, Her presence filled the room. He sighed again and stood stock still where he was, She would tell him what to do next. He did not have to wait long. "Boy, you please me very much. You followed my instructions well." He smiled at the compliment and stood even taller. He jumped in alarm when Her voice suddenly whispered in his right ear, "I am here, boy." Soft fingers traced a trail from his chest down his stomach and lower. He felt his member jump at her light touch. She let out a giggle and whispered to him again, "I like how you react to My touch, boy. You will be reacting a lot tonight. Trust me on that." He could feel the heat of Her as She stood next to him, running Her fingers up and down his body. He could smell Her hair and suddenly longed to run his fingers through it, tangling them in Her long auburn tresses. He was trembling again. He wanted to move forward and he wanted to stay just like he was. He wanted Her fingers to stop and do more, yet he didn't want this maddening sensation to end. Fortunately for him, the choice was not his. She was in control. Her fingers stopped and he felt Her move away. He suddenly felt very alone where he stood. She spoke clearly this time saying, "Get on the bed. Lay on your back with your arms and legs spread." He complied immediately, settling on the big bed just as She had commanded. She lit a candle on the other side of the room and it provided him with enough light to finally really see Her. As always, just the sight of Her made his heart pound and his breath come in ragged gasps. She lit two more candles and he could look at Her closely now. She was not gorgeous, but to him She was beautiful. She stood at the end of the bed now, looking down at him with something like adoration in Her brown eyes. She was wearing a black and pink corset with black satin panties. He could also see black stockings on Her legs but could not see if She wore anything on Her feet. Many times She didn't, not liking the feeling high heels gave Her. She liked feeling solid on Her feet during their play times. He wanted to say something to Her, wanted to tell Her how lovely She looked but She had commanded silence from him...he gave it to Her. She stood there smiling down on him for what felt like an eternity, then with a sigh of Her own She turned away and went to a table across from the bed. For the first time he noticed that many objects lay on the table. He felt fear and excitement mingling again as his eyes moved over what objects he could see and recognize from his position. There was at least one flogger, one leather riding crop, coils of rope and a very small box. The rest of the items he could not see well enough to tell what they were, although his eye had caught the gleam of something metal there, too...what that was, he did not know. Her hands hovered over the items there then settled on a coil of rope. She picked it up and moved to him. She let the rope uncoil slowly, wanting him to see what it was that She had. She picked up his left arm and tied one end of the rope to the ring on the leather cuff circling his wrist. She looped the other end to the head of the bed and pulled the rope taut, so that his arm was suspended above his head and he could not move it. She repeated the process three more times, for the other wrist and his ankles. Each time She would hold the rope so he could see it uncoiling before him. The pace was making him nervous and edgy. She never spoke the whole time. When She had him secured to the bed, She stood back and admired Her handiwork. He could not move, except to turn his head left or right. He could raise his head slightly but could not get up off the bed. She smiled down at him and laughed saying, "Boy, you look so hot like that! It makes me want to take you right now...but no...we must both be patient. We have all night, don't we, boy?" "Yes, Ma'am," he squeaked out, his voice sounding strange and alien to his own ears. "Shall we begin then, boy?" It was a question but one he knew She did not want him to answer. She moved back to the table of objects, picked something up and turned back to him. He could not see what was in Her hands. She moved close to his head and bent over him. Her perfume was all around him, driving him mad; She leaned down until Her face was directly above his. She looked at him for a few moments, smiled and claimed his mouth in a deep kiss. She stabbed her tongue inside, pillaging and possessing him. Abruptly the kiss stopped and She moved slightly back. Now he could see the object in Her hand...a blindfold. She placed it across his eyes and fastened it behind his head. He could see nothing but darkness once again. He could sense that She had moved away from him again and assumed She was at the table, picking some object to torment him with. His body quivered in anticipation for what lay ahead. He did not have to wait long as he suddenly felt something cold running up the inside of his right leg...ice! She had chosen to start with ice and he wondered if that was what the small box had held. His mind did not ponder that long as it was suddenly occupied with the sensations on his body. The ice was chilling his skin and causing him to shiver each time She ran it up or down his thigh. She moved from one leg to the other with patience until he thought it would make him scream. The cold was numbing and bringing gooseflesh out over the rest of his body. The ice went away and now there was something warm on his thigh...warm and wet...it was Her tongue. She was licking and sucking his skin where the ice had been, causing even more shivers. God, he could lay here for this forever, he thought to himself! But She had many, many other ideas for him apparently because She stopped licking and sucking. He felt Her move away again. He barely had time to process this when there was a new feeling on his skin...light little slaps...first on his thighs, then on his arms, then on his legs again. It was the riding crop. The little slaps were from the flat leather piece at the end of the crop. She continued this way for awhile, some of the little smacks landed on his penis...not enough to really hurt...just enough to let him know She was there and in control. The sensation from the crop was slowly building...what was not painful at first began to get maddening as pain settled in. Still She kept on, not slowing or speeding up just maintaining the tempo...slap...slap...slap. His breath was coming in harsh gasps now and he was close to yelling out, "yellow light!" to let Her know he was close to his limit. As if anticipating this, the slaps stopped. He sighed with relief and let his body relax slightly. SMACK! Down came the crop, this time very hard on his left inner thigh. The pain screamed through his leg and he wanted to scream as well but bit it back. A small gasp escaped his mouth and She was there, instantly soothing the sore spot with Her soft hands...She gently massaged the spot as She said, "Very good, boy. You have done very well for me." Pleasure flooded his mind and body as he was transported to a new level. He had pleased Her! "Now boy, we must turn you over for a little while. I think your backside needs some attention." While She was saying this She was undoing the knot that held the rope to the cuff on his right hand. She repeated this with the left cuff and the two on his ankles. He lay perfectly still, not wanting to displease the Woman. When She was finished with that She commanded him, "turn over," which he did immediately. She then re-tied his limbs to the ropes attached to the bed. He was now face down on the bed, blindfolded still and at Her mercy. He felt Her hands moving over him as She spoke, "My lovely, lovely boy...do you know how much I desire to mark your ass?" He knew She wanted no answer from him this time but he could not suppress a low moan. He hoped She knew how much he wanted Her to mark him as Hers. He desired that as much as She did. Her hands left their exploration of his naked flesh and he felt a shiver, knowing She had only just begun and more torment was coming. Without warning a hard slap struck his buttocks making him gasp. It was soon followed by another, then another. She rained blows down on him, beating his ass with Her bare hand. He lost count of the number of times She struck him. His mind was a whirl of sensation; pain from the blows, pleasure from the feel of Her hand hard on him, the joy he felt being under Her control and there was more...lust, desire and even love. He wanted to scream out to Her that he loved Her...wanted to scream for Her to stop and wanted to scream for Her to give him more...his mind was slipping from reality into another plane. He could no longer think for himself, could feel nothing but what She gave to him...he was Hers for the taking. As abruptly as it started, the beating stopped. His breath was ragged; he was gasping and moaning into the pillows underneath his head. His heart was pounding in his ears and sweat flowed freely on his body. She was next to his head whispering to him, "Boy, boy, boy...you did so well. You continue to please and amaze me." She granted him a light kiss on his right cheek, leaving a cool spot on his fevered face. She ran her hand over his head, down his back and to his aching butt. She massaged the bruised flesh for a moment and then he felt cold there...the ice again. It felt amazingly cool on his hot skin, like a delicious breeze on a summer day. She continued running the ice across his ass, he felt water running down his crack, to his balls. His cock throbbed and he longed for more from Her. God help him...he wanted more! She alternated with the ice and soothing his sore skin with Her so-soft hands. His breathing slowed and his heart began to beat more normally. Her hands left him and he felt Her move away from the bed. He could hear Her humming softly to Herself. She sounded so happy and content. His heart swelled with love and he felt proud knowing that he had had a part in bringing Her this happiness. He wanted to tell Her that, wanted Her to know how much joy it gave him to please Her, but he kept his silence. He would show Her, he would prove his devotion by being still, by following Her commands and later...maybe She would allow him to prove himself in other ways...more intimate ways. It was now his turn to smile. She must have seen it because She said, "I love that smile, boy. It means I have done well, too. I am glad...so glad that we give each other such pleasure. Now we are going to turn you over again. I want to see MY cock, for we both know it belongs to Me." She undid the knots as She had before, commanded him to turn over and re-tied him again. He was once again on his back and he was very glad. It was a relief to his aching cock. It throbbed and pulsed at the thought of what She might have in store for it. He did not have to wonder for very long. Her hand wrapped itself tightly around the base of his penis and began to very, very slowly move up and down. He could not suppress a loud moan as his cock jumped to amazing life...Lord, Her hand felt so damn good. He wanted to beg Her to never stop...to go on like that forever. But that would have been much too easy and She was not one to take the easy route. She stopped pumping and took Her hand away. He moaned again but this time with disappointment. She giggled and said, "Don't fret, my sweet boy...you will get your release...all in good time, though...all in good time. We have all night, don't we?" With those words She left the bed. He let out a long sigh and tried to calm himself. He could still feel his penis standing at attention and he longed for Her touch once again. He could imagine Her soft fingers tracing along the length of his shaft and his cock quivered...God, he had to stop that! "Relax," he told himself over and over, "relax and let what is going to happen, happen." As he was just beginning to really relax, he felt a new sensation in between his legs. She was probing with Her fingers down there...teasing his cock and balls. He moaned again, unsure how much more of this he could take without exploding. Still She went on, cupping his testicles and lightly squeezing them. How long this went on, he did not know, he had no way to mark the passage of time. It could have been days for all he cared at this point. It was then he felt her finger probing at his anus, teasing, teasing, always teasing. He relaxed so She could slip a finger inside him...another low moan escaped him. "You like this, don't you My boy? You like me to possess you this way." She whispered it hotly into his ear. His moans were the only answer She wanted. Her finger moved slowly in and out of his asshole. He could feel the pressure mounting again and knew if She kept this up much longer he would explode with a mind shattering orgasm. He wasn't sure if that was what She wanted or not. "Oh Ma'am...my lovely Ma'am...I am SO close." He said to her with a whimper of need. "Not yet, My lovely boy...not yet." And with that she removed Her finger. A wave of disappointment washed over him leaving him feeling oddly deflated even though his cock was still rock hard. "We have more to experience this evening...much more." Another low chuckle filled the room as he felt Her leave the bed once more. He let a quivering sigh leave his lips, glad that he had warned Her of his impending orgasm. He wanted to please Her with all of his soul. He would only get his release when She granted it, no sooner. A Night with Her I dream of a night with her. She and I...standing in her elegant room together. Just me and her...sharing a night of passion. Always I wonder if I'm good enough for milady. She is very assertive, but also very kind and caring. On the outside she would appear prudish and mean, though I am the one who knows her best on the inside. I see through her rich lifestyle and the things she buys. Moreover, I see the beautiful angelic woman that deserves to be worshipped. I torture myself at night thinking of her and all the things I've always wanted to do to her. She is a woman of unmatchable beauty, and I'd do anything to be with her. I live at her house, and I take care of it and everything inside. As someone she knows well, she's never felt uncomfortable doing anything around me. With us as the same sex, she has seen no problem in undressing around me. But I can barely move when she does; her body is a product of godlike powers, reminding me that she could bring anybody to worship the ground she walks on. Every time she does, though, I dream that just once she would be undressing just for me. I want it to be night. I want to be in her room. I want to be there when she undresses for bed, and I want her to undress just so that I can see her beautiful body. I want her to hold me, to touch me with that soft skin of hers, and invite me to her bed. She would pull the covers over her, and I would follow. The only light in the room comes from the candles on the sides of the bed. "Undo your shirt" she would whisper in my ear as I unbutton my only article of clothing. My skin tightens and my nipples harden against the chill brought upon by my shirt being off, but it is all the more heart-racing for me to undress in front of the one I am in love with. As if we were to sleep, she presses her bare body against mine, making my body tense and excited at her presence. There being no way to sleep at all what with how aroused I am, she intensifies my arousal by rubbing her slender leg on mine, breathing hard, her warm breath felt on my skin. She puts her hand on my shoulder and turns me over. Milady stares up at me with marble eyes. She looks so uncomparably beautiful in the candlelight. The room is quiet; so quiet that the sound of the sheets could tell you her every move. Softly she begins to whimper into my ear; "Crystal...Make love to me...please...make love to me..." she sighs. She begins to breathe hard and push her hips into me, kissing my shoulders and anywhere else wildly. I remove her glasses, put them off to the side, and let her get on top of me. Ohh God the moment has finally come. She is on top of me, in her underwear, wanting me to make passionate love to her. I would be honored, milady! I have wanted her bad ever since I started having these feelings for her. But to experience it is different, because I get to express all of my love for her. It is a little overwhelming for me, in the moment, knowing every fantasy I ever built up over her. Even when I am hungry enough, she still wants to tease. Already my lips physically being pulled into hers by a magnetic force of love, and still she felt the need to talk dirty to me before I did. I had to try keeping my eyes open the more blood poured into my dark cheeks. It wasn't what she said, but the way she said it...with such passion and complexity; it turned me on more than I could imagine. The heat I felt thinking about my woman was nothing compared to what I felt that moment. Our tongues dart into each other's mouths, dancing and creating electricity. Oh God, I want her so bad...My hands rush all over her body; her back, her butt, her legs, the back of her neck, and her silky, silky hair. Our kissing makes us moan, only fueling the need to touch each other. My hands trace the back of her neck and downward, and I unhook her bra. I roll my woman over onto her back and kiss down her neck, to her collarbone, to her shoulders, to her stomach, and her sides. When I reached her breasts, which were puffing out excitedly, she was oh-so-sensitive to my tongue movements on her nipples. She moaned for me. "a- Ah! A- Ah! Ah! Ahh! Ahh!" This was invigorating. I'd never done this to a woman before, and I'd never heard my love make noise like this. She felt it. Oh my, did she feel it! I kissed her there until it was unbearable for her, and she started to sigh and get dizzy. I lowered my head under the sheets and spread my love's legs apart. With her underwear on, a huge wet spot had been created where my love's vagina was. She was absolutely soaked. I still rose her legs up into the air and traced my tongue all along the insides of her legs, driving her crazy. She looked at me with sad, puppyface eyes. She wanted me to lick her clean. "P...Please Crystal. Oh please?" But I wanted her entire body, not just her center. I wanted our bodies to intertwine. I removed her underwear, revealing her pretty, pretty pussy, and I removed the last of mine, and came up to where she rested her head on the pillows. Tenderly stroking my finger along her outer lips drove her crazy. She wanted it, hard, and desperately. I brought my pink puffy lips up to hers and started to move my hips back and forth. My rubbing her made her go crazy with pleasure. She couldn't stop sighing and her body was in such heat. "Ahhhh...Ahhhh....Ahhhh....Ahhh...Ahhh....Ahh...Ahh!" I rocked her back and forth, holding her by her shoulders. My body was in extreme heat, wanting nothing more than to make hot passionate love to this woman. I pressed my pussy hard into hers, and she wrapped her arms around my shoulder. Eventually, she screamed in pleasure and her entire body appeared to escape from the bed as she orgasmed hard for what seemed like hours. Finally my lover collapsed onto the bed with me on top of her. All she could do was stare at me with those marble eyes of hers as she tried catching her breath. "ohhh...Crystal....ohh God Crystal..." She once again laid her body next to mine, purring. I did not leave the bed once. I live out this same vivid fantasy in my head every night. I touch myself and call out her name. Milady can not hear me from her private room, but I do not know where she is in the house when I do. I believe she is in bed, though the possibility that she could be up and about gives a sense of guilty pleasure as a sad part of me says it will never happen. But... There's a knock at my door. Milady is standing in my doorway, decorated with a heavily-seductive see-thru gown that would make any man go blind thinking they had glimpsed the divine. "Crystal, come with me now to my room. I require your services. Move quickly; I will not wait for you." She says, grabbing my hand firmly but gently. A Night with Her She still had not returned to the bed and he couldn't hear Her in the room anymore. He wondered what She was doing...and where. Was She just sitting there watching his cock jump and jerk about? Was She watching him trying to calm down? He wanted to speak out to Her, to ask Her for some sign that She was real and that this night was actually happening to him. He strained his ears to pick up any sound, any sign that She was in the room with him. All he could hear was his own heart beating. A terrible thought occurred to him...had She left? Had She tired if him already and just slipped out of the room while he was struggling not to come? Oh God, had he disappointed Her in some way?? He was near panic now and tears crept from the corners of his eyes wetting the blindfold that covered them. He was close to calling out for Her when he felt the bed move under the weight of a human body. Then a soft hand was on his cheek, caressing it...a voice was whispering, "It's alright...I'm here...I'm here." The tension immediately left his body and a sigh of gratitude escaped him. He felt Her hands behind his head and the blindfold was gone. She leaned over and kissed away his tears, soothing his hot cheeks with Her tender fingers. Her mouth moved from his eyes to his mouth, claiming it again in a deep kiss. Her tongue danced with his and he ached once again to tangle his hands in Her hair...to pull Her closer to him. She ended the kiss and lifted Her head slightly away so that She could see into his eyes. She gazed at him, guessing his thoughts and spoke, "you do not disappoint Me, boy...you give Me great pleasure. You give Me yourself and there is no better gift for someone like Me." She looked into his eyes for a moment longer then kissed him again...slower and with promise. It was a kiss that spoke of passion and dark desire. She left him once more, walked to where the cd player was and pushed a button. The Enigma music stopped, shortly afterwards new music started...jazz...Diana Krall to be exact. One of Her favorites, it told him She was happy with how things were progressing. As the tinkling of piano music filled his ears and Ms Krall's smoky voice demanded that someone "peel me a grape", he watched her walk towards him. "God, She is so damn beautiful," he thought to himself. She stopped just short of the bed, mere inches away from him and began to unhook the corset she was wearing. It seemed to take forever for the pink garment to part and finally allow him to see her breasts. They weren't big, but he thought they were the most amazing tits he had ever seen. His mouth actually started to water at the thought of sucking Her nipples into his mouth causing Her to moan with pleasure. Once the corset was gone she stood for a moment before him, playing with Her own breasts, teasing the nipples into life. With a sudden sigh She moved towards him. She surprised him by starting to undo the ropes that held him to the bed, first his wrists and then his ankles. Even though he was free, he lay still, unsure of what to do. She was smiling at him, content just to look at Her treasure for the moment. He felt himself smiling back and Her smile widened. They stayed like that for a few seconds, just smiling and enjoying being in each other's company. She lowered her gaze and her hands began to explore his body. She caressed his shoulders and tired arms, then moved across his chest. She pinched his nipples and giggled as they hardened immediately. She leaned over to suck the hard nub into Her mouth, biting ever so lightly. A moan parted his lips and his cock throbbed. She whispered, "Touch Me, boy. Touch Me like you have been wanting to all night." His hands flew to Her hair and lost themselves in the soft curls. Her mouth moved from his nipples to claim his lips in another mind shattering kiss. This time he held Her head to his...returning the kiss with all the passion he felt for Her. They kissed each other once more, then She climbed onto the bed and on top of him with Her legs straddling his body. She smiled down at him and said in a husky voice, "I am the one without much patience this evening, My treasure. I want that sweet cock of ours inside of Me...now." She reached down in between them, grasping his hard member She guided it into Her hot pussy. She was dripping wet and it slipped inside with ease. Once his cock was in place She sat upright and sighed loudly, "Oh Jesus, that feels so fucking good. Don't move, boy, not yet." She sat for awhile just enjoying the sensation of his hardness inside her steamy pussy. He could feel Her inner muscles clenching and releasing, wetness from her dripped down onto his balls and the crack of his ass. He moaned underneath Her and concentrated on not cumming until She was ready. A few minutes later She began to move, slowly at first, up and down on his stiff pole. She moaned and gasped as he went deep inside of Her. His hips bucked upwards of their own accord, he was helpless to stop it. She must not have cared because she threw Her glorious head back and said, "Oh boy, yes, oh yes...fuck me...oh fuck, that feels dynamite!" She moved faster and faster, her tits were bouncing and he could not resist grabbing onto them, tight. She moaned again and he squeezed them even tighter. Her pussy clenched his cock in response. Wetness poured from her cunt and he knew She was close to orgasm. Relief flooded him because he knew he could not last much longer under this assault. She gasped again and shouted, "OH MY GOD...NOW, BOY...CUM WITH ME NOW!" Her hot, tight pussy worked his cock, squeezing and releasing convulsively. He let the sensations wash over him and seconds later he exploded with his own orgasm. His hot fluids mixed with Hers...they joined as one being, a being of light and joy. Blood pounded in his ears, flashes of light filled his mind and Her scent was all around him, inside of him. Oh, She was the most glorious creature in the universe! She filled him and emptied him at the same time. He was washed away, transported to another place and time where only She and him existed. She collapsed forward onto his chest, gasping and moaning. Her laughter filled his ears and he knew she was still experiencing the orgasm. His cock slid out of her dripping pussy and She shivered on top of him. He put his arms about Her and held Her tight against him, giving Her his warmth. He flipped Her over so that She was now beneath him. He knew what She liked after a good orgasm. He smiled down at the Woman who gave him such amazing pleasure and asked, "Did i do good, Madame?" She smiled and giggled like a teenager on a first date, "Oh yes, My sweetest treasure...you did wonderfully tonight." He was transported once again with joy...to hear those words from Her was the greatest token he could ever ask for...he smiled at Her and lowered his mouth to Hers, claiming Her with a deep kiss. Their lips parted and She curled into his body, Her curves fitting in perfectly against his. She nuzzled Her sweet face into his chest and almost purred with contentment whispering, "I adore you, Mon tresor...My treasure." He pulled her tighter against him and whispered back, "You are my Queen, my Goddess...anything for You, anything You ask, it is Yours." "All I want is you, My love...totally and completely." "And You have it, my heart, my body and my soul...all belong to You." And he knew that he meant those words and that from this day forward, till the end of time he would serve no one else. He was Hers, forever. They held each other, relaxing into the bed, drifting towards sleep. A low, throaty chuckle left Her sweet lips once more and She said, "and just think, boy...We didn't even get to what was in the box I brought. I guess that will have to wait till next time, won't it?" With that She was sound asleep in his protective embrace. He lay there for a few more moments before following Her into peaceful slumber, his mind pondering what She had just said, "next time," he thought to himself, "what could be in that little box? What else does She have in store for me?" A stab of fear coursed through his body bringing delightful butterflies to flutter in his belly. He smiled, sighed and allowed sleep to claim him, secure in the knowledge that whatever She wanted to do, whatever She planned...he would enjoy. After all She was his Madame, his Beloved, his Mistress...and he belonged to Her.