I will be off the grid from Friday through Sunday so I wanted to present this week’s fantasy a day early….Enjoy my darling kinky friends…
He called for me naked. Little make-up. Barefoot. My most natural state allows my submission to shine the brightest. Instinctively he knows that. He expects nothing less.
I crawl to him slowly. He stands there. All I can see are the leather from his wingtips. They smile dauntingly at me. I dare not look up for fear that all will be given away. I keep my pace. It feels like forever until I finally reach his feet.
His commands are not above a whisper yet I hear everything loud and clear. On my knees he wants me. Again, I dare not look up. More whispering. The fabric of his suit feels smooth and cool against my warm, reddened skin. I lean into him completely. I inhale. More whispered commands. My arms are behind my back and only my face remains in contact with his fully-clothed body. I hear the slow movement of the zipper. I feel something, v. warm, a bit moist and extremely solid rub up against my cheek and the corner of my mouth.
Again, I dare not meet his eyes. Only the whispers reveal all.
What happens next is a vicious blur. He gives himself completely to me and I have happily and deliciously accepted all of it.
I am finally allowed to speak. “Thank you, Master. ” I say quietly. He whispers again. I smile, inhaling deeply breathing the scent of him, the fibers of his suit, and the smell of sex in the room, my head against his leg.
music mood: Depeche Mode: “Blue Dress”
your kinky courtesan xx