1. I Love You, Mistress


    Date: 8/5/2015, Categories: BDSM, Lesbian Sex, Author: MouthyLips, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    more trouble. I sometimes thought about calling her or going to her place and begging her to fuck me and let me come, but it didn't work like that; she called me, I didn't call her. * * * * I grew worried when she didn't call me for so long. She had never let that much time pass between our play times before. Thoughts about possible reasons for this buzzed in my head as I drove to her place. There was also the joyful awareness that she had called me to her once more. I left my car in the parking structure across from her building. The doorman leered at me on the way in; he knew me and knew exactly why I was here. I used a special keycard in the elevator to get up to the penthouse. The doors opened on a small entrance hall, where I quickly stripped down, folded up my clothes, and left them with my purse in a basket. I put on my collar and tightened it so it was comfortably snug around my throat. I loved the feel of my collar on my neck and often wore it when no one else was around. It was like feeling Mistress's touch when I wasn't with her. I crawled out of the entrance hall on hands and knees; I knew she would like that. Fortunately, there were luxuriously soft carpets spread over the marble floors. I moved quickly but tried not to rush, hoping to look more 'sexy kitty' than the 'excited puppy' that I was feeling. In the spacious living room there was an ornate fireplace in which flames glowed and crackled. Directly in front of it, there was a large, dark stuffed leather ...
    chair and there I found Mistress. My heart skipped a beat upon seeing her and that wicked smirk of hers again. She sat with one leg crossed over the other, wearing a slinky black silk dress that hugged her voluptuous figure. There was a slit up the side all the way to the hip and black stiletto heels on her feet. Her glossy black hair was elegantly styled in what could only be called a coiffure. Long black lashes surrounded piercing blue eyes. Cherry red lipstick colored her full lips; men would probably kill each other for a blowjob from lips like hers. I crawled up in front of her seat and sat on my heels, my hands clasped on my lap, looking at the floor directly in front of me. &#034Hello Pet,&#034 she said in that voice that practically dripped sex from every syllable. &#034It's been too long.&#034 &#034Yes, Mistress,&#034 I said. &#034I'm really happy to see you again, Mistress.&#034 &#034That's nice.&#034 I knew she was happy to see me too. If she didn't care, she wouldn't have said anything at all. &#034Have you been a good girl?&#034 The stiff riding crop hung next to the whip on its own hook. She could leave stinging red welts on my skin with it. Not that those couldn't be enjoyable in their own way. I grabbed it with my teeth, closed the cabinet and returned to Mistress. Taking the riding crop from my teeth, she patted me on the head. She walked behind me and I lowered myself onto my elbows and raised my ass in the air, presenting it for punishment. I felt the leather ...
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