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This story is dedicated to Mistress Marianne, Mystress, the Domme Corps and MystressWorld.com
I knelt at her feet as Denise gently stroked my hair. My begging to be her slave had broken down barriers in me I was not even sure I had. I felt a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Had the fantasy become reality?
She broke the silence, "Now my slave the time has come for you to properly take your place and worship your Mistress."
She stepped back and placing her hands on her hips said, "But first you must beg for the privilege."
I imagined the picture we must present. Denise dressed for a normal Saturday out and about, standing above me, the epitome of feminine power. Me on my knees, smooth and hairless, naked but for the chastity device that imprisoned my straining cock. I swallowed trying to find the words. Considering all the begging she had already made me do it should have come easily but I found myself struggling to find the words that would please her.
A part of me wanted to rebel. To be begging to give oral sex just felt so needy, so deprived, but considering my performance over the last day or so it was hardly outside my new character.
"Please allow me to worship you Mistress," I begged.
"So you want to be my little pussy licker?" she taunted, still towering over me.
"Please Mistress, let me worship you, let me lick you, I will do anything you want me to," I now begged becoming more and more urgent.
"Oh yes, my little slave you will do absolutely everything I require of you. Your performance last night was very poor and I expect much better from you. Come here."
"You may remove my shorts," she commands.
I reach up with trembling hands and carefully undo her shorts, slowly sliding them down her long legs. She stepped out of the shorts, motioning I should place them carefully on the couch.
She stepped forward grabbing my hair and holding me inches from her panty covered pussy.
"Now kiss me and ask me again," she commanded.
I carefully leaned forward the remaining inches and placed the most gentle and passionate kiss I could to her silk covered womanhood. The kiss lingered, the silky fabric brushing against my lips. I drew her scent deeply into me. A scent I was now very familiar with; a scent that seemed to penetrate right through me.
I reluctantly drew back.
"Please, oh please Mistress allow me the honor of servicing you, kissing you, licking you," I begged.
She lifted my chin to look me in the eyes. All resistance, all rebellion disappeared, all I wanted to do was please this woman, ego be damned.
"Remove my panties," she said in a heavy voice.
I reached up and carefully slid the silky white thong from her hips. As I went to set her thong next to her carefully laid out shorts she said, "Kiss them."
I placed a kiss to the panties and carefully laid them on the couch. As I looked up she once again stood before me, hands on hips. A goddess contemplating a servant.
I felt a momentary brush of humiliation as I looked at her well trimmed pussy. She now had more body hair than I did. She turned, giving me a look at her well rounded ass and made her way to my favorite chair. She looked over her shoulder catching me looking at her ass, "Like what you see, slut?"
I felt like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, "Yes Mistress," I mumbled.
"Don't worry you will be worshiping it soon enough."
She sat down in my easy chair bidding me forward with the crick of her finger.
I staggered forward on already sore knees. She placed one of her legs over my shoulder drawing me closer; the other leg spread wide giving me complete access to her exquisite pussy. I brought my hands up to place on her hips; I had to touch more of this goddess.
She grabbed my ear roughly," Oh no, none of that, place your hands behind your back and leave them there, I am only interested in that mouth and tongue of yours."
I reluctantly placed my hands behind my back.
Still holding my ear she said, "Now listen carefully. You will do exactly as I say. You have a great deal to learn and I expect complete obedience. Your little cock is going to stay locked up until I am satisfied that your only concern is pleasing your Mistress. Now we shall begin."
Immediately she started to give me commands. Gentle kisses to her thighs, loving kisses to her pubic hair, long slow licks to her labia, gentle nibbles. At once everything else fell away, my sore knees, my aching cock, and my humiliation at being so used. All I could do was follow her commands as her breathing got heavier. I have no idea how long I spent between her thighs feverish obeying her commands when she suddenly shook with a powerful orgasm. Despite everything else I was feeling I could not help but to feel a rush of pride that I had provided her such pleasure. I started to lean back, anxious to rest my tongue and jaw.
Once again she grabbed my ear, "Where do you think you are going?" she scolded.
Once again the commands started, me gently cleaning her juices from her pubic hair, more long slow licks, and more gentle nibbles. She once again tensed as another orgasm took her. She moaned softly, a sound I will never forget and would long to hear over and over again.
Finally she allowed me to sit back. As I knelt there on aching knees, my cock absolutely raging inside its small cage I looked up at her and could think of no other place I would rather be.
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