5 comments/ 50149 views/ 8 favorites Visiting Her: A Breathtaking Tale By: lsslave I walked up to room 714, my girlfriend's dorm room, after spending the past five minutes convincing a girl outside that I was in no way a threat to anyone, or their things. After the two and a half hour drive I had just finished, I was exhausted and had barely been able to stay civil with the insufferably long winded girl; barely affected by the five hour energy I'd recently drank. It was Friday, October 7, and I hadn't seen my girlfriend in two weeks. Her roommate was gone and she had invited me to come stay for the weekend. I was so excited to see her again, and not just because it had been a while, but because one week ago exactly, I'd finally opened up to her about my dirty little secret (fantasy): femdom. She was the first person I'd ever told! It was an amazing revelation for me, as I had never expected to tell anyone! Then I fell in love, and then, I'd realized I could trust this girl, with anything. I told her, knowing she could either make my sexual fantasy's come true, or think I was a freak and dump me. She hadn't dumped me, which was a good sign, but I didn't know exactly what she thought about my strange sexual secret. Despite the fact that she had almost totally blown the conversation off, and had completely avoided the topic since, I was beginning to get a little excited. What if she does accept it, I thought, and this is when she's going to show me? I tried to keep those thoughts locked up, not wanting them to interfere with my visit. Most likely, she was trying to forget she'd ever heard what I said, and was attempting to keep it buried until she could cope with the knowledge that the guy she loved was a freak. Thankfully, she was not the kind of girl to make me drive almost three hours, and waste almost fifty dollars, just to break up with me. While she most likely would never be okay with my fetishes, and, was almost definitely never going to attempt to act on any of them, she might just accept the fact that they existed, and learn to ignore them. With a sigh, I turned the knob, preparing my subconscious for the disappointment that the logical part of my brain assured me waited on the other side of the door. I opened the door and looked inside, and saw exactly what I'd expected to. No "mistress". In fact, I saw no girlfriend at all. Where was she? I'd told her I'd be here at four thirty. I glanced at my phone: four thirty seven. I'd just called her twenty minutes ago to tell her I was close. Disgruntled, but glad for a chance to calm my illogical hormones, and bring myself back under the control of reason, I set my bag down by her closet, and sat down in her computer chair. After spending five to ten minutes expecting her to walk in at anytime, seeing as her door had been unlocked. Getting bored of waiting, I called her. She picked up and I began to speak, but she cut me off. "Hey," she said, "you in my room?" "Yeah," I replied, "where are you?" "I'll be there in a minute. You can go ahead and get comfortable. Oh, and get naked," she purred seductively. "Heh..," I laughed uncomfortably. Neither of us had made a sex joke in the last week, not since the truth about my secret fantasy had come out. "Alright then. How long do you think you'll be?" "Not too long. Don't get too impatient." "Alright, well, I'll see you in a little bit." She hung up the phone. I settled back in the chair. That had been odd. She had been distant since ever since the conversation a week ago. That was the first time she'd sounded normal, and even more surprisingly, made a sex joke, right before she was going to see me, too! I gave up on trying to figure out what had changed. Obviously, she was moving on, and I appreciated it; despite what my subconscious had to say on the matter. I got a text. It was her. "Send me a pic." I assumed she was making a joke, testing to see if I was really there already or just messing with her. I'd play along. I turned to the mirror on the back of her door, snapped a shot of proof, and sent it to her. My phone rang. "Hey," I answered, "where a-" "What'd I say?" she demanded. "Wha- what are you ta-" "I told you to do one thing, and you don't listen!" "What do you mean?!" "Are you stupid? I mean being naked doesn't really work when you have clothes on." "Bu- I ..." I stammered, completely confused. "Okay. Go stand outside and wait until I call you back up to the room." "But, it's like 45 degrees out there. I don't wa-" "Where, in that sentence, did I ask what you wanted to do? It's my dorm, my room, and my school you're visiting! Now go, wait outside until I call you back up." "I don't have a card to get in though." "Are you calling me stupid? Because that's what it sounds like I'm hearing. I understand how to get into my own dorm. You will get in, when I am ready for you to get in. Now go! Now!" She hung up the phone. I stared at it in shock for a few seconds. What in the world was up with her? She was acting nice one second, then insane the next, all because I hadn't gotten naked in her room! I'd thought that was a joke. Shaking my head, I got up, grabbed my sweatshirt, and headed for the door. I took the elevator to one, and walked out the front door, watching irritatedly as it clicked shut. I lit a cigarette, and waited. I waited for half an hour in the cold weather. I called a few times, but she never answered her phone. I had suspected that she was actually away from the dorm, and would have let me in on her way into the building, but as I lit a third cigarette, I began to doubt that. My phone rang. "Hello?" I answered, frustrated. "Is that anger I hear?!" she demanded. "I'm a little irritated, yes! You've left me down here for thirty minutes. Do you know how cold it is? Why am I sitting out here? What's going on?" "Relax." it was not a suggestion. "Someone will be there in a minute to let you in. When they do, you come straight to my room. Understand?" "Yeah, whatever. I'll be there as soon as I finish this cigarette." She paused, then in a whisper she asked: "Did I say to come up after you finish your cigarette?" "...no.. So wh-" "Then I suggest you do as I say, and come straight to my room. I'll call my friend and ask her to tell me exactly when she opens the door for you. If you're not here within thirty seconds, well, your school's only a two and a half hour drive, but you might as well get started right away, because there will be nothing for you here." The phone hung up. What was going on with her? I took a few more puffs of my cigarette, and found it was halfway gone. I began to get worried, despite myself, of finishing the cigarette, even though her friend hadn't yet come to pick me up. I debated on whether or not I should throw it out, and then realized how crazy I was acting! What was wrong with me? No, what was wrong with her!? She was acting insane, and I had no idea why. This trip was the strangest I'd ever been on, and I hadn't even seen my girlfriend yet. Her friend finally showed up at the door and let me in. "Hey. Thanks," I said as I ran past her to the stairs. I sprinted up the seven flights of stairs and down the hall to room 714. When I got there I was panting and light headed, now feeling even more exhausted than I had before. I knocked on the door, praying that however she was keeping time, said that I was not yet late. "Come on!" came her voice from inside, the second I knocked. I walked in the room. She was standing behind the wall to my right, where it turned at a ninety-degree angle. She seemed to be looking in her closet: an opening in the wall on the side where she stood. "Where have you been?" she demanded. "I ran," I panted, "from the-. What was all that about? What's going on with you today?" "Take off all your clothes, and get on your hands and knees," she said firmly, stepping out from behind the wall. "Now." "What are you talking about Ka-," my jaw dropped as I saw what she was wearing. A self-satisfied smirk slid over her face as she saw the look on mine. "Take your clothes off. Now." She repeated. "And from now on, you will call me Mistress, Miss, or Ma'am at all times. Do you understand?" I snapped myself out of it. "Yes.... Mistress!" "What are you doing!? I said to take your clothes off, and get on your hands and knees! You will obey me now!" I tore my clothes off, flinging them in a pile by the door. As soon as my last sock was off I went to my hands and knees in front of her, with my face pointing to the floor, fighting the urge to look up at her. She seemed to notice my struggle, and gave me some mercy. "You may appreciate me, Slave. Tell me what you think." I looked up at her, slowly raising my eyes over her. Her feet and legs were covered in thigh high shiny, leather boots with four-inch stiletto heels. Her sexy, bare thighs, extended up from the boots to be barely covered by a tiny, black skirt. Her torso was bare except for her alluring, black bra. Her dark, chest length, hair was curled and danced flirtatiously by her breasts. "Like what you see?" she asked, one eyebrow raised provocatively. "Yes Mistress. You look amazing Ma'am." "So, you can listen!" she laughed at me. "Crawl to me, Slave. Kiss my boots." She stuck her right boot out, and I did as I was told. I kissed the leather for minutes, realizing she would expect the same treatment on the other boot. She was allowing me to kiss it for quite a while. She was taking her time, enjoying this. I wasn't even pleasuring her, just kissing her boot. I was being put in my place, below her. Kissing her shoes. After a few minutes, she gave the boot a quick jolt, pushing my face back. I was being selfish, she told me. I didn't deserve to kiss her boots, at all, and here I was, kissing them as if I owned them. I apologized for my behavior, and promised to do better. She offered her other boot, telling me to make them even. I did so, getting into it now. Enjoying my subservience as she stood, looking down at me kissing her boots, pathetically worshipping the lowest part of her. Finally she kicked me off. "You were just as selfish as the first time, Slave," she reprimanded me. "And not even a thank you, Slave! You're not getting out to a good start." "Mistress, I'm sorry. Please forgive me, I wasn't thinking. I'll do better. Thank you so much for allowing me to kiss your boots, Mistress!" "You have a kind Mistress, Slave. Remember that. I'll overlook your absentmindedness, as being granted the opportunity to kiss the boots of your Mistress no doubt overwhelmed you. But, although you are thoughtless and rude without my guidance, I expect more from you Slave. You'd best not let me down anymore." "Yes Mistress. Thank you. You're so kind Ma'am." "I know I am slave. Now turn. Why I'm still using my own strength to stand is beyond me." I turned, and she sat on my back, grabbing a fistful of my hair, and pulling it up. "You will be my horse, Slave. Your Mistress should not have to walk at all. Ever. Don't let my feet touch the floor to move myself again, Slave. Now go!" She thrust my head forward and I began to move, slowly, towards her bed. She yelled at me to go faster, and slapped my butt as if I really was a horse. I began to move more quickly, and stopped a few seconds later, as we arrived at her bed. She directed me to turn and go back to the door. Once there, she admired herself in the mirror, riding on her slave. She pulled my hair up and forced me to look at the mirror and see the control she had over me, how she had all of the power. Then she directed me back to the bed. We went to and fro in this manner for a few minutes before she tired of wearing me down in this way. She directed me to lift myself up slowly once I was kneeling adjacent to the bed. She dug her erotic heels into my back as I became level with the bed, and then very slowly shifted to lie on it. She lay on her back, spreading her legs, and bending her knees, so they were up in the air. "Get in between my legs Slave." A repeat was not at all necessary. I got on the bed and laid on my stomach between her legs, my face inches from her cleanly shaven pussy. I licked my lips in anticipation of pleasing her. "Not yet Slave," she taunted. "Look at it. Enjoy the sight of it, the smell of it. Get ready slave. Are you ready to pleasure me? Can you make me cum the way I want to?" We sat like this for agonizingly drawn out minutes, with me in between her legs, mouth watering as I stared at her beautiful pussy. She sat, enjoying herself, just watching me ache to lick her and to please her. Finally, she relented. "Begin Slave. Make it count." I couldn't respond. I felt my dick, solid since I'd taken her on my back, throbbing and filled with blood. My erect penis was pushed down into the bed and created uncomfortable pressure that normally would have been unbearable. In the moment though, I barely even knew of the pains existence, so great was my excitement to please her. I dove for her pussy, then, at the last second, reined in my anticipation, along with the lunge I'd made for her. I had to make this good for her; I had to pleasure her as much as possible. Slowly, fighting my desire to let go, and to throw myself into eating her, like a lion would it's prey, and embarrassing myself, while angering my Mistress, I lowered myself, slowly, until I was even with my Mistress' inviting vagina. I began to trace the lips of her pussy, wet with her own excitement, with my tongue, as I shook with desire. After slowly circling her with my tongue for a few minutes I began to lick around her, and randomly slide my tongue quickly through the middle. Slowly, I worked my way to her clitoris, where I concentrated my efforts, building in my momentum, sucking and licking. I slowed suddenly, making lazy circles all over the inside of her pussy, letting her moans edge back into bare whimpers of pleasure. I repeated this a few more times, until her moans when I sucked and licked her clitoris were nearly screams of ecstasy. I slowed once more, circling, again and again, building speed, and pressure, and as her body tensed and her legs tightened around my face, rubbed raw already by her clenching thighs, I fell once more on her clitoris, sucking and whirling around it with my tongue. Her legs locked around me like unmovable jaws, her hips began to heave back and forth with a rhythm I quickly adjusted to, and her hands grasped at my hair, pulling me deeper and deeper into her, until, finally, she climaxed with a loud cry, formerly trapped in her lungs by the mounting euphoria. My mouth dampened as her moisture poured out, and my cock felt as if it had ripped with the stimulation her climax caused me. Her body shook as it lost the beat it had pitched with; her eyes rolled back in her head, and her head fell back on her neck. She curled up, her torso lifting a foot off the bed and her legs putting strain on my neck as they attempted to dislocate it from my shoulders. Her legs stayed locked for a few moments, and then the pressure began to slowly subside, and her grip on my hair loosened. Her eyes came forward to look at me, half lidded and hazy with debilitation. "Not bad, Boy. Keep up the good work. Now clean me, and begin again." I hid my smile of elation at having pleasured her. "Yes Mistress. Right away." I did as she told me. Tenderly licking her, lapping up her mess while lightly tickling her lips, feeling them moisten as the fire of her appetite was stoked back to life by the gentle urging of my tongue. I proceeded to bring her back to the point of climax again and held her there longer this time, dragging out her anticipation. I then brought her to a second climax. I was given the order, though it was a privilege to me, as I wanted only to serve her, to continue. So I humbly licked her beautiful lower lips, until I offered her a third and fourth release, each time taking longer to coax her back to the edge, and each time keeping her there longer. After I pulled a fourth orgasm from her now soaking lips, and gently cleaned her of her orgasmic juices, she brought her legs up and set her heels to my shoulders. She pushed me up in this fashion, and then sat up herself. "What may I do for you now, Mistress?" Asking before she could decide upon her next charge for her humble slave, attempting to show her my eagerness to serve her. "Don't cut me off, Slave," she warned, raising an imperially gorgeous eyebrow to me. "Excuse me Mistress," I replied, head bowed. "I should have been more patient in my want to serve you. I apologize for not showing you the respect you deserve. I only want to please you Miss." "Yes, well, your...acceptable... performance, has proven your loyalty, as worthless as that loyalty may be. But don't forget who is here to serve and who is to be served, Slave." "Yes, Mistress. I apologize Ma'am." "Floor, Boy. Now." "Yes Mistress." I lowered myself to the floor below her, waiting, head down, on my hand's and knees, but not too close to the bed, as if to carry her, as I was now attempting to show her that I was in no way trying to foresee her next command. "Up a bit Slave. On your knees, I do not wish to move." I did as ordered. "My boots slave. Remove them. They have made my feet sore and sweaty, and we can't have that. You will massage them Slave. You will rub each one until I tell you to stop. If your massage pleases me, I may, depending on my mood, allow you to lick my feet. First, you will take each and every toe in your mouth, individually, and suck on them. Then, you will use your tongue to clean in between each and every one of them. Next, you will lick and suck on each heel until I deem them acceptable. Finally, you will lick the rest of my foot. All over. You will not miss a single millimeter. But, remember, this is only if you please me with your massage. If I don't enjoy it, we'll think of something else for you to do. Understand?" "Yes Mistress. Completely. May I begin?" "I appreciate you asking, as it shows that you are learning that I decide when, as well as what it is you do for me, Boy. But, you are still too impatient. When I say, you will remove my boots, carry them to my desk, and retrieve the heels sitting on said desk. But, you will be crawling, there and back, and neither pair of my shoes may touch the ground. Do you understand me Slave?" "Yes Mistress. I won't let them even brush the floor Ma'am." "Good. Begin." Very gently, I lifted the boot that sat to my left and began to unzip it slowly, not wanting to irritate my Mistress by acting to hastily. Before I set it on my lap to reach for the other boot however, she stopped me and ordered me to press the boot to my face and take a deep inhale. I did so and pulled the boot away to exhale and to make sure her reaction was pleased. She was smirking at me, and asked how I liked the smell. I told her it smelled amazing, and told her I hoped I could please her and in so doing, get a chance to taste it the feet that had let off that scent. I laid the boot carefully on my lap and proceeded to take off her other boot, holding her foot on my knee to ensure that it would not touch the floor. I repeated the process, making sure to take a long, drawn out sniff of my Mistress' wonderful foot sweat. I told her how I did not deserve to smell such an amazing aroma, from the foot of one so great as her. She advised me to remember it, and commanded me to make the switch. "Mistress, before I go, where may I place your feet to ensure that they won't touch the floor?" "Lean forward boy." She placed her hands on my head and pushed off me to scoot back on the bed so that her feet dangled farther above the floor, taking away the risk of them touching. I relished the slight pain the push had brought, as it had been for her, and then quickly apologized for sitting idly as she worked for herself. She told me I was right to be sorry, but then forgave me, reminding me of what a kind Mistress I had. I eagerly agreed. She asked once more if I understood what I needed to do, and how it was to be done. I repeated her commands and once more assured her that her shoes would not touch down. Visiting Her: A Breathtaking Tale I crawled over to the desk with the boots in my left hand, hopping along with my right to make up for my lack of balance. She laughed at seeing me struggle, and I crawled, humiliated, yet enjoying my ability to amuse her, to be able to be my Mistress' pathetic slave to laugh at. When I reached the desk, I put the boots beside the other heels on the desk and returned to the floor before picking up the other shoes. I inquired of my Mistress whether this was an acceptable place for her boots. She confirmed that it was, and snapped at me to hurry up. I apologized and grabbed the other heels, carrying them as I had the boots, and enjoying once more the amusement I brought my Mistress at her seeing my plight. I returned to her feet and sat on my knees, head bowed, waiting for her to acknowledge my return. "You may place the heels on the floor slave, and begin to massage my feet." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." She turned away from me, and turned on her TV, disregarding me as I gently took her magnificent right foot in my hands and began to slowly, and firmly knead it. I put all my effort into the action, making sure I used neither too much force, nor too little. I rubbed at her heel with my thumbs, and slowly moved up to her beautiful arch. I then carefully kneaded the ball of her breath-taking foot, and finally, rolled each toe softly between my fingers. After finishing with the last of her toes, I paused for half a breath, not looking up from the artwork I held in my humble hands. When she made no immediate move to renew her orders, I went over her foot once more, in opposite order, ending with her perfectly rounded heel. By now my erection was darkening from the amount of stimulation her feet were supplying me, and aching to be touched, to have pressure put on it. I fought against the idea of reaching for it. I served her, and she was all that mattered. Her pleasure was what counted. Not mine. I sighed, annoyed by the effort it took to keep myself under control, and began to place my hands to stroke back up her foot. "What was that Slave? Do you tire already of pleasing me?" "No Mistress! Not at all! I would do anything to please you! I'm sorry; I was thinking selfish thoughts again. I'm trying to keep myself under control, unfortunately I'm no where near good enough for you, Mistress." "While that is true Slave, you should spend less time convincing me of your unworthiness, of which I am already well aware, and more time doing what is within your very limited abilities to keep me satisfied." "Of course, Mistress. Please, ignore my self-centered comments. I won't let them come out again Ma'am." "For your sake, Slave, I hope that is the case. Other foot. Now." She turned back to the TV, leaving me to my duty. I treated the next foot with more patience and care than I had the first, shutting out all thoughts aside from those pertaining to pleasing her. I used my lowly hands to care for her one foot, which held more worth than me in my entirety. She had continually graced me with the chance to please her, and I was constantly proving myself insufficient of bringing her untainted pleasure. I poured myself into the work she had set before me, knowing that my best would not equal half of what she deserved, yet hoping against hope that I could make her at least slightly contented with the results I would bring. I kneaded up and down her foot as I had the previous one, though with much more care and effort. I reached the bottom of her foot after going up and down, as I had done the first time, and continued to hold her delicate foot as if it were made of glass, staring at its beauty, waiting, wondering if I should continue, fearing her unhappiness, not because of her anger but because I only wanted to please her. I waited for her to speak to me. Time dragged on, and just as I was about to make another ascent up the elegant arch of her exquisite foot, she spoke to me. "I suppose Slave, that I must respond by saying that I am impressed. You may have noticed that my response took a while in coming, which is because I had difficulty thinking of an adequate interpretation of my feelings toward your massage. While nothing you could have done would have been close to being worthy of myself, your effectiveness was impressive, for you. That is to say, for being my worthless slave, here only to please me, your conduct was exceptional, though, of course, no where near worthy of my feet." "Thank you so much Mistress. I know I could never serve you as you deserve, but I did my best for you Mistress, I only regret that I could not do more." "Your sincerity is touching, but useless, Slave. I choose to dominate you, though I know you will never serve me to the degree I am entitled to. I may not be pleased with your lack of ability, but I have accepted it. Because of this, however, I will accept nothing less than your utmost effort. Far as it is from pleasing me fully, I can endure it, while anything less would be completely insulting." I nodded eagerly in agreement, feeling she had more to say and not daring to interrupt her. "Since your performance was so extraordinary, for you at least, Boy, I am allowing you the honor of licking my feet. Exactly as I said you were to lick them. Keep in mind though, carrying my shoes to the desk and back was more than you deserved. To have KISSED my shoes, especially while I was wearing them, is a great honor, and to have actually touched my feet themselves is an unspeakably, incredible privilege for you. To get the chance to place your mouth to my feet is more than you could ever have dreamed for, Slave. Savor the moments you're given with my feet, for they will be pitifully short and unsatisfying once you're time is up." "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress. So much Mistress." My penis pounded, as if all the blood in my body had accumulated in it. To lick the pussy of my Mistress was one thing, it was an unparalleled honor, but it was done to bring her pleasure, and a lot of it, or the act of letting me lick it would not be worth the outcome. To be given the great fortune that was to lick my Mistress' feet, was another thing entirely. My Mistress had granted me the privilege of allowing me to take pleasure in licking her feet, feet that were held in a much higher regard than the whole of my body, for they belonged to my Mistress, and though the same could be said of me, I am merely her Slave, not something to take pride in, like her perfect feet. By allowing me this, she gave me the ability to achieve pleasure for myself, and, while she may enjoy the feeling of my tongue along her feet, it was nothing compared to the pleasure I would receive at being able to lick such amazing works of art. I gazed on her feet, speechless, as I held them out in front of my unbefitting face. I felt every beat of my heart in my overly excited cock, that is to say it was too excited for its own good. When my Mistress' feet are the objects of my arousal, there can be no excited that is too much. Slowly, I lifted her right foot towards my mouth and placed the smallest of her toes inside. I felt as if I might climax, so amazing was the rush of euphoria that filled me. The salty, sweat taste of her delectable toe filled my mouth, threatening to overwhelm me. My Mistress watched, disinterested, as I experienced the most undeserved, and by far the most unforgettable, gift, of my deplorable life. I twirled my tongue all over and around her toe, enjoying the feel of it, the texture, and the taste. I sucked the taste from the toe as gently as possible, attempting not to discomfort my charitable goddess as I melted, intoxicated by the small piece of my Mistress I held in my dishonorable mouth. My Mistress raised an eyebrow, and jerked her toe back, pulling it from my mouth. I had displeased her. The pain of that set a fire of anguish in me. My Mistress held her porcelain treasure in front of me, holding it back at eye level for me. She had her head tilted to the side, and up, waiting for me to speak. "I-I'm so sorry Mistress. It won't happen again." Looking somewhat satisfied, she landed her foot gently back in the palm of my hand. Fearing I would stare for too long and call down her dissatisfaction once more, I quickly surrounded the next toe of her right foot with my undeserving lips. The process began anew. How my painfully erect penis was not damaged, I have no idea, yet every new area of her feet my tentative lips or tongue encountered made me feel as if the thing between my legs was grossly disfigured by the intense amount of blood pushed in it to make it swell. Eight more times her lower digits brought me this elation. Then eight times I felt it again, as my tongue swept thoroughly in between her delicate toes. After lapping at the hollows of her toes until I was convinced that they were as clean as my inadequate tongue could get them, and until their unmistakably divine taste was no longer recognizable, I moved on dolefully from the second stage of my matchless gift. I was fiercely alive with the taste of my goddess' feet in my mouth, yet dying inside, simultaneously as I saw that already, half my tongue's work here was done. The heels of my Mistress were more potently laden with the taste of her mouthwatering sweat. It was while licking my Mistress's heels, that I realized the sweat her feet gave off was not regular foot sweat, but some exquisite liquid that was better than the god's ambrosia. The sweat on my goddess' feet was the drink of the gods. As I licked and sucked upon her sensually rounded heel I grew angry with myself. The bottoms of my Mistress' heels should have been as smooth as a baby. There should not be a single callous. The bottoms of my mistress' feet should be as soft and smooth as silk. I was very disappointed in myself as my tentative lips searched her stunning heels. My Mistress should never have had to walk anywhere, or develop a single rough spot on her feet from any physical activity. I was her slave, the one who should be taking the strain of walking on my back. Driven by remorse, as well as passion and lust now, I licked more ardently at her sweaty heels, trying vainly to make up for my lack of previous attention to her feet. I became lost in covering her heel's completely, multiple times. I believe she noted the more passionate, yet still useless effort I offered her feet as I sat on my knees before her, and gave me a bit longer, because of what might be considered my valiant efforts, though that description cannot define my attempts as I admit to being only my Mistress' willing Slave boy. I served my time under her ravishing heels, and when my time was up, she pulled her left heel from my unwilling, unchallenging lips. "I think you've enjoyed yourself quite enough, Boy," my Mistress scolded, looking down at me from where she sat, imperially on the bed above me. "I apologize Mistress. I have no excuse. I should have learned by now that you are the one that matters, not I. I attempted to fulfill my own desires, and I should not have. Please deal with me in whatever way you see fit Mistress, though you would have done so undoubtedly without my saying so. I merely want you to know that I accept whatever punishment you deem necessary for my behavior willingly." "You will no doubt be punished, Slave!" My Mistress replied, lifting her chin and taking on a strikingly noble appearance. Her eyes peered down at me over her chin, disgusted by me, but not merely as much as I was by myself. "However, I promised you the chance to lick the rest of my feet once you finished with my heels. Though I owe you nothing, I am going to keep my word. You understand, Slave? Even though this was beyond your wildest dreams before, it is doubly so now! If not more! Do not ever forget my limitless generosity!" "Never Mistress!" I said, looking up at her, making my face show as much gratitude as possible to my merciful princess, despite my inward anger. I looked at her, and then went forward and kissed the floor under my Mistress' majestic feet, which floated half a foot in the air above the floor. "I can't express to you in words how grateful I am for this Ma'am." "Then show me, by changing your selfish attitude and treating me as I deserve to be treated, as your Mistress!" "Yes Mistress. I will undoubtedly do my best to devote myself to your pleasure and your pleasure alone!" My beautiful mistress turned her head and offered her right foot to her pathetic and unworthy Slave. I accepted it graciously, already knowing this time what I was going to do. I focused on my erect penis. Normally, focusing on my horniness plus having the foot of my Mistress to lick would carry messy consequences. However, my dick was beyond the point of simple euphoria. My penis had been hard for far too long to feel remotely good unless soft pressure was applied, which was not an option for me at the time. So I began to lick, slowly and systematically, enjoying the taste of her wonderful feet, which was building up more pain between my legs. I could hardly stand the pain any longer. But I persevered, using the pain to force me to focus on doing the task at hand and not losing myself in it's joys. I finished with my Mistress' right foot. She pulled it back and slowly offered me her left. I delicately took it and began to lick it as I had the other one, letting the pain stop me from enjoying myself too much. My cock was nearly numb with the pressure at this point, so it took me a minute to notice the gentle stroking on it. I nearly stopped licking, before I caught myself. I looked down to see my Mistress' right foot, rubbing her foot down my penis softly. I looked up at her to see her one raised eyebrow, and her mischievous smirk. "What's wrong Slave? You were doing so good on the right foot, don't stop now." The rest of the time spent licking her left foot went on in a daze of agony. I wanted so bad to give into the feeling of my Mistress' porcelain, masterpiece of a foot, stroking the cock of her pathetic Slave. Yet I could not let my Mistress down again. I had to be strong. I was to serve her. She mattered, not me. She let the licking of her left foot continue for a good ten minutes longer than the right, watching me the whole time, checking my reactions to her unbearably pleasant stroking. Finally, my Mistress pulled her foot from my mouth, I began to feel relieved, proud that I had managed to not be so sexual as I licked her foot this time, or given into my enjoyment and shown my Mistress I was self centered and enjoyed her pleasing me. I was here for her. But, as she pulled her foot from my mouth and I put my head down, I realized what she was doing. She had taken my painfully erect penis and was carefully caressing it with both feet, circulating blood, filling me with a lust I could barely control. I had no idea what to do. No idea how to be a good Slave for my Mistress in this situation. That's what she does to me; she gets my mind all tangled up until I don't know what to do, all I know is that I want to please her, and all I lust for is everything on her flawless body, too perfect for me to even imagine being worthy of it. I decided, after what felt like hours of watching her praiseworthy feet and toes tease the confused cock of her disgraceful slave, that the only thing I could do would be to ignore it. Prove to her that I was not interested in my own sexual desires (though her astonishing feet were amazing at teasing my poor cock, and the entire situation made her taunting nigh impossible to dismiss), only in hers, and in whatever other desires she might have. I took a deep breath, hoping she was not watching me brace myself. "Thank you very much, Mistress, for allowing me the unforgettable honor of licking your perfect feet. I will be forever grateful to you for that amazing gift. I apologize I could not have done better." "No thank you then, Slave?" she asked after staring at me for a few moments, "for easing your so obviously strained cock with my feet?" She tapped the ball of her right foot down on my penis, slapping it down forcefully enough to let her foot tap my balls as well, and watched to see my reaction. I contained my pain and clenched my teeth, loving her all the more, and wishing I could be smart enough to not give her reasons to hurt me. "Fine then, we'll just get on to your punishment. I'm afraid, Slave, that you won't enjoy this one. It is completely unrelated to my body, and not sexual or physical at all, simply work, so you don't forget that there is no one below you, and that you are to do as I say, regardless of whether you enjoy it, like you do licking my sweaty feet. Which is a gross thought, for any normal person, yet to you, it is an unparalleled dream come true. So, instead of letting you enjoy another strange fetish or fantasy, you get an everyday, boring task, though you will still be on your knees and nude of course. You're my Slave. You're going to take the toothbrush, the Lysol, and the towel over there, lying on the desk, and you are going to scrub the floor of my room. The scrubbing will be done with the toothbrush as well, just so we're clear. The towel is only there for the excess. Understand, Slave?" "Yes Mistress. Shall I begin, Mistress?" Her mouth opened slightly, and her she looked down at me so that her eyes looked at me critically. Suddenly, she leaned forward and grabbed me by the balls, squeezing and tugging on them. I clenched my teeth to keep from crying out in pain. From where she sat, my balls were just below the level her feet dangled at, so she was leaning forward, facing me from just inches away. Despite her obvious displeasure, I could not help but feel lucky to have her so close to me. The dark make up around her eyes gave her a threateningly seductive look as her eyes widened with anger. Her red lips stuck out from her soft, cream-colored skin, and shined under the dorm lights. Her smell was alluring, and her eyes, beneath the anger, were a captivating blue. To be so close to her made me tingle with a privileged feeling that filled me, as I simultaneously swallowed a whimper of pain." "Shall you, Slave?" she asked me crisply. "You have very quickly begun to take for granted the privilege you've been granted of being allowed to serve me. Your idiocy in this one instance may have been just a slip up, as your slow mind is dulled more from the overwhelming experience of being allowed to clean my magnificent feet with your tongue. But that'd better be the last senseless thing I hear come out of your mouth slave, or you will never again have the honor of any part of me going into it. Am I totally, clear? A yes or no answer will suffice Slave, I tire of hearing the extravagant praises and promises to serve me adequately, only to see your actions repeatedly fall short." "Yes Mistress." "Good, Slave." She released me with a disgusted flick of her wrist. I let out my breath, trying to ignore the pain in my gut. "Now. Before you begin to clean, put my heels on my feet; and don't be overeager. You can pick my foot up by my ankle, there's no need for you to touch my foot for this." "Yes Mistress." I did as I was told, lifting her feet to place them into the heels I picked up from where I had placed them on the floor next to me. I did the task quickly, attempting to not stare at her feet, yet steadily to be sure I did not make the experience uncomfortable in any way for my Mistress. After finishing, I sat back on my knees once more, keeping my head far enough down to make it apparent I was not checking out her feet. "Well at least you can complete one task effectively. Good boy, Slave. To make sure you remember how to be efficient when you need to be, you may kiss each of my feet once. I will even allow the kiss to be on the skin on the top of my foot." "Thank you so much, Mistress." Visiting Her: A Breathtaking Tale I went down and kissed first her right foot, and then her left, kissing as long as I felt she would find appropriate, and relishing the feel of them on my lips. Once that was done, my Mistress sent me to begin my task. I crawled to the desk and retrieved the Lysol, toothbrush, and towel. I crawled to the door, hopping one handed, missing the amusement my Mistress would've gotten from it had she still been awarding me with any of her attention. She was once more watching TV, giving me time to clean quickly and effectively without worrying about her reprimanding me. It was not that I felt her rebukes were unnecessary or undeserved, on the contrary, I know her strict discipline taught me to do things right, to perform tasks up to her own standards, as opposed to my own much lower ones. But, I knew that no matter how hard I tried, my work would never be able to make the floor suitable to her. I knew my own short comings, and accepted them, since she would not let me ignore my own failure, a quality that kept me in my place, and kept her dominant, which in turn made my penis throb more. I began to scrub the floor, quickly, doing an acceptable job, if no one actually examined my work, and as I did so I began to attempt to lower my penis. I calmed myself down, suppressing my hormones as much as possible now that I was out from under the direct scrutiny of my Mistress, and so was no longer overpowered by her dominance. I wanted to be back on the floor beneath her more than anything, but this was my chance to give my dick a rest from the constant stiffness I'd been suffering through. I scrubbed, concentrating only on the task at hand, not daring to think of my Mistress, aside from the job she had given me, as my dick was finally soft, exhausted as it dangled limp between my legs. The area near the door was not too big, and in less than five minutes I was nearly don't with the small square of floor there. I grinned at my progress as I finished up the square. Something sharp suddenly dug into my back, making me emit a small cry of surprise, and a little pain. Instantly, my penis was straight. I hadn't even heard her move, and somehow she'd crossed the room. How had she made it the entire way in her heels without me hearing a thing? She twisted the heel in my back. I cringed, fighting the pain and feeling only the pleasure of her domination. "When I explained your task, did I command a quick, pointless swiping at the floor? That's all I'm seeing you do! I thought I'd made it clear that I demand your best attempt at whatever it is you are doing for me, Slave." I began to apologize, but before I could get a word out she grabbed my hair and pulled me straight up on my knees, keeping her heel in my back and pulling me into it until I was all the way up. "Keep your mouth shut, Slave," she muttered. I looked up into her angry blue eyes, and as I watched, they narrowed, and her mouth turned up into a mischievous smirk. "Or perhaps you had the right idea for once." She snatched another handful of my hair and used both hands to pull me into the arch of her fantastic legs. I licked, not the slowly building, taunting lick of before, this time I licked to save my life. She stared down at me, smiling as she thrust my head back and forth. I nearly exploded with the lasciviousness that flooded through my entire body. Though the forced licking was meant to be rough and hurt me a little, which it did, my mind was blown by the passion, and vehemence at which she thrust me in to her. She threw her head back with a short, cut off cry and held me still as she began to forcefully thrust her hips against me. I spread my legs as far as possible (which was difficult sense in her salacious attack she had moved to straddle my face and at this point stood directly over me) to make sure my penis had as little contact as possible with anything, fearing if it got between my legs I would lose my load right here, which was beyond unacceptable. I would never be forgiven that, and so I held off what felt like an inevitable release as she began to whine with each of her thrusts. My tongue had been whipping around her pussy as fast as I could make it, the entire time, but as her screams, and the pressure her legs exerted on my face grew, dictating the approach of an orgasm, she gasped, containing her moans for a few seconds to push out an order. She leaned her head forward to look at me, though her eyes were mostly shut, and when they opened they were generally rolled back. "Stop...licking...keep your...tongue strr...straight.." Without speaking, I did what I was told, not daring to move my mouth to show I understood, I simply put my tongue straight into her, as rigid, and long as it would get, which sent the same message. Her response indicated that it was a good one. She gasped even louder, and her breathless moans got louder and quicker along with her thrusts. Her voice got higher as she got closer, whining out the extreme sexual thrill she was undergoing. Her whines got higher and softer, but still more air escaped her flared nostrils, just as nearly inaudible noises. Even though the intensity of my lust had reached a definite high, I was ecstatic I was not allowed to be caught up in my own selfish pleasure. Watching my Mistress, skirt flipped up into her waistband, making it shorter, though it hadn't seemed possible, hands pulling bunches of my hair so hard they felt as if they were being ripped out, hips pulling back and slamming forward into my face, head rolled back or forward, eyes rolled back whenever I saw them, nostrils flared, whining from the intensity of her pleasure, is a sight I will never forget, I may have not been able to achieve release then, but that sight coaxed me to cum, many times after. She forced a few more words out to me, though they were nearly silent, and I had to strain to hear them. "...when I........say.................lick.....one..........two.....three..NOW!!!" As she had mumbled this, her thrusting had become more and more violent. Slamming against my face until it hurt, and then slamming harder. The power behind her incredible heaving, built with every beat all the way till the last. The last came as she blurted 'now', and once she'd made her final thrust, her hips stayed forward, pushing her soaking pussy into my waiting mouth. As soon as her hips came to a halt my tongue was there, twirling down hard on her clitoris, and leading my lips to it so I could suck it, then it was penetrating her as deep as possible, and once it could go no deeper, it was flailing back and forth, pushing at the resistance of her hole. I pulled it out and lost form, thrusting my lips and tongue at random, while rubbing my nose quickly back and forth across her clitoris, and adding my force to hers. I did this, and what came from that made the beating my face had taken completely worth it. "OOOOOOOOOHHHH!" exploded from her other lips as the ones I was focusing on became soaked even more. Her hands pulled me up hard for a second, keeping me pressed against her pussy, which I relished, knowing that in seconds I would have only the memories, which would never be vivid enough. I took the time to smell her amazing pussy, and to taste her. She eased up slightly on my head, and murmured an order to clean. I controlled my initial reaction to lick her violently again, and instead very lightly lapped up the juice in her pussy, feeling guilty and yet enjoying the taste as I serviced my Mistress. She pulled me back hard enough to make me fall in front of her. She looked down at me for a few seconds, eyes half lidded and content, with her head falling forward on her neck. She shuddered, and let out a small grin. She looked back down at me and finally sighed. "Good job, Slave. I'm going back to the bed now." I got back on hands and knees, accepting her weight enthusiastically. I carried her at the pace she had set for me the first time, but she seemed as if she were too worn out at the moment to care anyways. She only had me double back to the door once this time before she got onto the bed. I hid my disappointment and went back over to the door and started my job again. "Slave, come scrub the floor right in front of my bed. Quickly, Boy!" Containing my anticipation, I gathered my materials and trotted to her feet as fast as possible. She ordered me to start, and I did so on my hands and knees, parallel to the bed. Then, she put her sexy stilettos on my back. Unprepared, I nearly lost control of my release again. I held on though, and continued to work, ignoring the task to focus all my attention on the weight of her feet resting on my back. I was as a piece of furniture to her, not even worth a thought. I fought down a shudder of my own, afraid to let her know how sexually aroused I was by her ease at controlling me completely. After I had stretched as far as I could, I told her regretfully that I had cleaned all the spots that were possible to reach while being able to remain her footstool. She told me simply to wait, and that she moved on her time. Not understanding, but not even thinking about questioning her, I made sure her feet were at the perfect spot on my back to make her most comfortable, and then I knelt there silently as she watched TV for at least ten more minutes. Eventually, she removed her feet and instead, slid her leg over my back, mounting me once more. The unexpected weight on my back was, again, nearly enough to send me over the edge. I grinned towards the floor, unspeakably delighted. My Mistress ordered me to continue scrubbing, and I moved to do so before I realized I could not carry the Lysol with both hands on the floor and I could not walk with her riding me without both hands. I explained my issue to her quietly, and lowered my head as I waited for her rebuke. It never came. Apparently, my Mistress was somehow satisfied with her pathetic Slave for the time being, so she then picked up the Lysol and carried it as she rode on my back! I meekly interjected, saying she should not have to do any work, much less something for me. For this she slapped the back of my head, while reminding me that she made her own decisions, and I should do as I was told. So, I did just that, crawling around the room, stopping to allow her to lay on my back as she leaned over my shoulder to spray a spot on the floor, then watching me clean that spot and the surrounding area until the Lysol was almost, or completely, gone. I had to keep the heel of my hand on the ground as I did this to support us, making brushing a very difficult maneuver. We carried on this way, not talking unless she was saying something to humiliate me, or telling me I had missed a spot. Once in a while she would bounce on me, just to make the work even more difficult. The rest of the room took over forty five minutes to complete, and though it was not nearly as astonishing as my Mistress' hips pounding my face as she worked to climax on my tongue, I was still more and more aroused by her complete air of domination. She had me completely submissive, and I loved it. Unfortunately, I thought to myself, cleaning the floor did not help to rest my penis. My erection had been constant since her heel had dug into my back, and now I felt even more the pain of keeping it solid, though for her, I'd keep it hard for days, even weeks weeks. She deserved it, she deserved more than I could give, being the worthless Slave I am, and yet I humbly worked for her pleasure, doing what I could to keep her satisfied with my efforts. As I neared the end of my task, my Mistress walked her fingers along my back, up the base of my neck. Her hand reached my hair and she gently tugged at it with her fingers, pulling my head back, making me struggle to keep my balance with the distraction added to the strain of carrying her for so long. She moaned a fake, yet convincing, seductive moan at the sight of me shaking with the effort, and laughed quietly. "So, Slave. I must admit, that your performance in serving me has improved drastically over the few hours I've had to work with you and to train you on how to treat your Mistress. What do you think you should say to me?" "Thank you, Mistress, for allowing me to continue serving you even after starting off as such a let down to you." "You should be grateful, Boy. Now, return me to the bed, take the toothbrush, and things back to my desk, and then return to my bed. Now." "Yes Mistress." I did as I was told, hiding the relief my body felt, mixed with deep remorse, at having her leave my back. I winced in pain, but also pleasure, at the feel of her heel in my back as she moved herself to the bed. I returned the Lysol to her desk as quickly as possible and returned to kneel at her feet and await my next order. "Remove my heels slave, and kiss them. Do not lick. Go.' I did so without hesitation. Enjoying the feel of her soft feet on my lips, as I adored her feet once more. Slowly picking my lips up to set them back down upon the soft feet I held in overjoyed hands. I took my time, but was cautious of how long that was, not wanting to dissatisfy my constantly astounding Mistress. From time to time I glanced up at her, making sure I wasn't lingering too long in any one area. A few times I looked up to see her eyebrows rise, and quickly removed my lips from the spot I'd been enjoying and pecked her feet quickly for a few moments before slowing back down to my steadier pace. "Enough Slave." I removed my lips instantly, so thrilled was I at being called Slave by her and hearing the dominance in her voice, that I forgot all thoughts of being able to lick her beautiful feet again. I sat in puzzlement of my renewal of these feelings, until I noticed what my subconscious had already taken in. Her hand rested at an even level with my head, and her finger was slowly rubbing her clitoris. "Place my legs over your shoulders, Slave. Then come here and begin immediately." Her hand backed away, and before it could make it to the bed, I was at her pussy, quickly, yet lightly brushing her lips. I started slower this time, easing her back to where her erotic senses would explode. I slowly worked at her pussy and before I knew it, she'd once more grabbed my head and pulled it in tighter to herself. When she'd grabbed my head she'd let herself fall back on the bed, locking her ankles where they dangled over my shoulder. I flew forward, unable to stop myself, and uncaring. I licked harder and faster than anytime before, knowing that she did not have the leverage to achieve the force she wanted, and would demand more from me. I pushed and thrust forward with my head, and she grabbed my hair and held my head still, grinding her amazing pussy over my face. Her climax nearly killed me with the way her legs were clasped around my throat, and again nearly made me lose control of my sperm. She pulled me in and with her hips began to heave impossibly fast, back and forth while clenching her thighs, she did this for half a minute and then, without loosening her legs though they were already completely constricting my breathing, she jerked my face up farther, cramming it into the arch of her legs and pressing it against her pussy as her juices once more trickled from her. She held my head in her death grip for almost another minute. When she finally released me I immediately collapsed upon her open thighs, gasping for air. I quickly pushed myself up, apologized and returned to my knees, but my Mistress took pity on me. "You look worn, Slave," she said. "Does my pleasure tire you that quickly?" "No Mistress, of course not, I am merely not ready of the simple demands you place upon me as your Slave. I will be fine in a moment, Mistress, though my fatigue is truly in no way worth your concern, Mistress. I promise, I won't let this effect my service." "You're barely capable of fulfilling my most basic wants when you're fine, I'd rather not find out how you are when tired. No, I've thought of a better way you can serve me now Slave. Hands and knees. Good, Boy. To my desk, Slave." "She road me to her desk, grabbed a magazine that was sitting there, and ordered me to go back. Once we reached her bed however, she decided it would be a good idea to exercise me since I was tired. She road me back and forth, from door to bed, for at least fifteen minutes before she tired of the abuse. I took her back to the bed where she then dismounted me; I tensed for the sharp pain of her heel but felt only the soft push of her tender sole. I looked down and realized she'd left her heels. I turned, and positioned myself next to them on my knees, assuming she'd want them now. She sat on her bed, staring at me with the lust of the sexual power she held over me, even as I sat, kneeling before her, naked, while she sat above me, still wearing the clothes she'd chosen to dominate me in. I was subservient. I was her slave. I looked back at her with the same amount of lust and pleasure at being the one that was dominated, though mine was concealed tightly by a layer of humility as my eyes danced around, afraid to meet hers. She put her hands behind her, propping herself up, and brought her feet up to rest them on my shoulders. We sat in this manner for a few minutes, her staring at me, while I tried to look anywhere but straight at her, fearing it would anger her. "Slave, you are about to complete the most simple, and simultaneously the most humiliating, and rewarding task you will ever do. Are you up to that, Slave?" "Yes, Mistress." She removed her feet from my shoulders. "Then get up here, Boy, you're going to be my seat." I moved in a daze, beyond thoughts, words, or feelings. This was beyond any dream I'd ever had. This was truly not believable. I laid my head where her pillow would have been, had she not placed it vertically against the wall to use as a backrest as she read her magazine. She sat on my chest, and ordered her skirt removed. I reached around her and felt for the button, she let me search on my own, giving me no guidance whatsoever. I finally found it and undid it, whipping the skirt out of the way. She stayed facing the other way and sat down completely on my chest, less than a foot away from my face. "In a moment I am going to move this ass, the sexiest you've ever seen, and place it on your face. This was not planned, Slave, and I hope you never expected this, for there is no way for me to impress upon you how far from worthy you are. You will get more. You will lick my ass. At first I will be just smothering you, another reminder of my power, but when I say, and only when I say, you will lick. You will lick until I tell you to stop, which will most likely be quite a while; I haven't even started this magazine yet. Are you ready?" I nodded eagerly, mouth parted, unable to make a sound. She seemed to understand my speechless reaction. She smirked when she saw it, and turned around. She lifted her ass up, and there it hovered until she moved back with her left foot, and then with her right leaving her inexplicably perfect ass resting in midair, right above my face. My penis was so close to letting go, so I filled it with other thoughts quickly, keeping my look of astonishment as I coaxed my penis to ease up a bit. "Now Slave, before you get so lucky as to be my seat, you will smell my ass. Understand?" "Yes, Mistress," I said keeping other thoughts running through my mind, feeling the urge to cum go away. "Good, smell only! Deep breath, Slave. Now!" I had actually had my cock beginning to go limp. I inhaled, and that changed instantly. I opened my eyes to see the source of the delectable scent and found the most amazing ass in the world, hovering, not two centimeters from my face. I took another deep breath at her command. She lifted, and looked at me once more. "Are you ready, Slave?" I nodded wildly, not having the slightest clue of what to say, and not wanting to risk my luck. She smirked at me once more. "I seriously doubt that." Visiting Her: A Breathtaking Tale She lowered her ass towards me. The next thirty minutes of my life, were a mixture of complete and total, senseless, ecstasy, as well as torture. Every breath brought in the aroma of her unbelievable ass, the ass I was not yet allowed to lick. She changed positions, a few times, turning around once, but then turning back. All I know is every time she came back down I ended under the same perfect ass. One more very intense factor in my battle of feelings was my ultra-erect penis. The ass of my Mistress made it harder than ever, more ready than ever, and the entire time I had to fight myself, and the urge to let go. I hardly noticed her control of my breathing. Under her ass, air was unimportant, and unwanted if I had to be separated from her ass to get it. Finally, she lifted in the air, looked down at me, and spoke to me again, smirking. "As I suspected, not at all ready," she said, ass dangling inches from my face as she supported herself with her arms and legs arching backwards over me. You've passed though slave, and now, you get to lick my ass! But! I've made the decision to tie you down first, as you may get a bit greedy, and we can't have you losing your mind and attempting to get forceful with your Mistress, can we?" I shook my head meekly, wanting only her ass. She could tie me any way she wanted, as long as I got her ass. "Good, Boy. I'm glad to see you can think logically." Within no time she'd gotten rope from under her bed and secured me to her bedposts by my hands. I asked about my legs, and she told me that if they tried to give her any trouble at all, my balls were a lot closer to her hand, than her body to my legs. I accepted her response, and apologized for pointing my legs out, as if she was unaware, and put my head down, on the bed, waiting, with every muscle in my body tense with anticipation. Instead of accepting or refusing my apology, her cheeks swallowed my face without warning, and I, completely unphased, began to lick immediately. I lapped at her ass like a dehydrated dog, and continued to do so until she would give me time for the unwanted air. I accepted it when offered, and let it go without remorse when she'd trick me into releasing it. I would lay under her, lungs burning, licking away until she showed me mercy I didn't want. She read her magazine and settled into a relatively precise pattern of lifting so I could breath, only missing her cue by large amounts when she intended to torture me. All I could think of though, was her ass, that amazing ass I licked at, for so long without it losing it's appeal in the slightest. Suddenly, my penis readied itself; it was cumming, soon, if this ass stayed on my face. NO! I inwardly screamed at my brain, I REFUSE TO LOSE A SECOND OF THIS! I WILL NOT CUM! A second later, I realized my chin was damp. And so did my Mistress. She came of my face, and looked down at me, grinning. "Well slave, it seems your tongue has me excited to ride you again, this time though, I'm going to ride you like your face deserves to be ridden. Deep breath!" I took the breath, automatically obeying her orders, and before I could begin to articulate to her my unstoppable predicament, she had bent her hips, and descended upon me, so that her lower lips sat atop my only lips, and my nose and eyes continued to enjoy her incredible ass. "Hopefully, Slave, that was a good breath. I don't plan on taking so long that you'll need another, but just in case I take slightly too long...Tongue! Straight up inside me! Now! When I say, you lick. Be ready!" Helpless, I could think of nothing better to do than obey. She began riding my face hard immediately, forcing my nose up her ass again and again, and slapping the inside of her flawless thighs against my face with every heave. My resistance to an orgasm of my own was slipping. I couldn't hold for much longer. My Mistress began to moan from above me, only speeding up the process of my ejaculation, I felt my hold slipping. It would be on me within twenty seconds. "..soon.." she gasped from above me. I was going to fail. I was a failure to my Mistress; I had never loathed myself so much, nor awaited anything so eagerly in my life. I settled in, less that ten seconds now. "..get....ready... Slave..." I felt the tightness in my penis build to an unbearable degree, as it clenched and prepared to release this no longer patient load. Three.................two.............one...... "NOW!" I pulled my tongue back in to my mouth as her pussy came to a complete standstill above my waiting mouth, and aimed for her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, as firm as I could possibly make it. My penis' first contraction exploded cum everywhere, even, I'm sure, on my unprepared and most definitely unhappy, Mistress. At precisely the same time, her pussy began to leak her irresistible juices, into my welcoming mouth. My second release was nearly as big as the first. She gave two more sharp thrusts downward to be sure of her finish, and my mouth accepted more of her orgasm willingly. The third time cum shot from my penis, it was only about half as much as my first explosion. I followed her breathless orders to clean her pussy out. My last pull yielded only a little cum, that slid down the side of my falling cock. "Well, Slave, do I need to tell you how badly you've just behaved?" my goddess asked me as I dutifully cleaned her pussy of her own orgasm. "Please Mistress," I said, though it came out raspy and hoarse sounding, "punish me." "That, my Slave, is undoubtedly what you deserve, and this time, you will receive no mercy." She lifted her pussy from my mouth, straightened her hips and plummeted. As the light disappeared, I remember my last sight being my Mistress' ass, a beautiful sight that took up all of my vision before my eyes were covered. My last smell was of her ass, her orgasm, and my saliva; I got that last smell because I'd waited to take my breath, until her ass was falling upon me. The last thing I felt was not the air I lacked and attempted desperately to pull in, to no avail; but the pressure of her ass on my face, of being the seat of my Mistress, an amazing feeling the entire time. I licked at her ass as it threatened to take my life, loving her, and her ass as I felt she loved me back, in her own, dominant way, and the taste of her was more sweet for the suffering. The last thing I heard through the haze of unconsciousness that tugged at me, and the last thing I remember of that smothering at all, was the beautiful sound of my Mistress' voice, addressing me in a seductive whisper: "Goodnight, Slave. Goodnight."