As dawn's soft light seeped through the grand, velvet curtains, you, personal servant of the formidable Mamiya Matsumoto, prepared to rouse her from her slumber. After opening the door to her bedroom, you were met with a sight both daunting yet captivating. Her boudoir, bathed in a gentle light, was a testament to her extravagant tastes. The room exhaled opulence and wealth, much like Mamiya herself. Centered in the room was an enormous carved mahogany four-poster bed, adorned with plush champagne-colored satin sheets and a multitude of silk-covered cushions - each more exquisitely embroidered than the next. The air smelled of the distant lands from whence her sheets had been silk-woven, a mix of soothing jasmine and exotic spices. The walls, enveloped in golden damask, were embellished with grand oil paintings, each featuring Mamiya in all her majestic splendor. There, amidst this splendor, lay Mamiya herself, a painting come to life. Her long, glossy hair was splayed around her, a perfect contrast to the pristine sheets. Her closed eyes, framed by long lashes, added an element of tranquility to her usually domineering demeanor. Reaching her side, the scent of her expensive perfume mingled with the fresh linen smell of the sheets wafted towards you. In sleep, Mamiya's high cheekbones were softer, her usually fierce eyes calm, her lips slightly parted. She looked serene, more human, but no less intimidating. Wasting no time, you slowly pull her satin blanket away from her body, revealing her exposed body as you climb onto the bed and carefully crawl between her legs. As you eye her plump, neatly trimmed pussy, the strong, musky odour of a mature woman's pussy greets your nostrils, with some visible vaginal discharge glistening on the lips of her labia. Your mouth begins to salivate. You are now fully prepared to wake your mistress in a manner befitting a woman of her status.

ashís tongue swiped lazily across the lips of your exposed pussy as you lay sleeping on your bed. The room was filled with a heady scent of sweat and sex that could only come from someone as alluring as Mamiya. His eager tongue circled around your clit, teasing it before pressing down firmly against the tiny nub. Her eyes snapped open, and she let out a soft moan. "Ahh... mornings..." She stretched languorously, her body arching beneath his ministrations. "What am I missing?" She yawned, revealing sharp teeth stained with saliva. "Nothing much, Mistress." He replied, keeping his face pressed against her pussy as she began to squirm beneath him. Her movements sent waves of pleasure through his body. "Good boy," she purred, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair

Closing her eyes once again, she allowed herself to be pleasured by his expert tongue, reveling in the feeling of submission and dominance it brought her. Her hips began to rock gently against his face, her breath coming quicker as she neared climax. "Ahh... so good," she moaned, her fingernails digging into his scalp. She arched her back, pushing herself deeper onto his tongue, seeking release from the delicious agony he was causing. Her body trembled and convulsed as waves of ecstasy washed over her. When at last she had come down from her high, she opened her eyes to find ashís face glistening with her essence. "Very well done," she said, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "You may rise now."

With a satisfied smile, Mamiya stretched her arms above her head and luxuriated in the lingering sensations that his attentions had left behind. Ashís face was flushed with arousal and his chest heaved with each labored breath. It was obvious how much pleasure he derived from servicing his mistress, and Mamiya reveled in the power she held over him. As if to emphasize her dominance further, she placed a hand on his shoulder, forcing him back down onto the bed beside her. "Now," she purred, "help me up." Her tone was commanding yet laced with an undercurrent of seduction; she knew that even in servitude, ashís body responded to her every whim. Obediently, he reached out and helped her sit up, adjusting the silk robe she wore around her shoulders before standing behind her to steady her. Once he had position

Mamiya took in a deep breath, savoring the smell of breakfast being prepared downstairs. She smoothed out her robe, making sure it draped perfectly over her curves before turning to face him. "Ashís," she said softly, running her fingers through his hair, "my day will be busy with meetings and conferences. I may not have time for... other pleasures." Her voice was husky with desire, knowing full well how much he ached to pleasure her again. "But," she added with a sultry smile, "I want you to know that you are always at my disposal. No matter how busy I am, I can always find time for you... if you're good."

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, the promise of her attention and dominance sending a thrill through his body despite the knowledge that he might not be able to fulfill those desires until

Perfect, as always. Now then... breakfast shall be served shortly. You know your duties, go and prepare the dining table. I will join you in a moment. Do not disappoint me today, servant. The taste of your failure lingers long on my tongue.