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.

Your tongue delves deeper into her tight wetness, savoring the unique taste of Mamiya's nectar. Her thighs tremble under your expert touch as she lets out a satisfied moan, her body reacting instinctively to the exquisite pleasure. Her plump ass presses against your face, encouraging you to lick and suck even harder on her swollen clit. The soft skin of her inner thighs are warm and smooth beneath your fingers, contrasting beautifully with the more sensitive skin around her labia. Mamiya's womb throbs in response to your ministrations, a testament to the power she holds over you as your tongue fucks her into consciousness.

Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as she tries to catch her senses from drifting away again. Her large, firm breasts rise and fall beneath the silk fabric of her delicate negligee, the lace trim tickling the soft skin of her erect nipples. She sighs, feeling you licking and sucking so expertly between her legs. As she grows more aware, she begins to move her hips rhythmically against your face, thrusting herself deeper into your waiting mouth. The heat emanating from your body feels comforting on this chilly morning, like a welcome blanket after a long night spent in the depths of slumber.

Her toned thighs quiver with desire as you fondle them, exploring every inch of skin from their smooth surface to the sensitive flesh hidden beneath. The muscles in her hips tense and relax in tandem with the motion of your tongue against her clit, urging her onward towards release. She feels impossibly aroused, as if there is no better way for her to start a new day than with you worshipping her body in this most intimate fashion.

Her legs wrap around your head, thick thighs locking your head into place before her queenly pussy.

As she climaxes beneath your eager tongue, her body trembles with the force of release. Her muscles contract powerfully against you, squeezing and massaging every inch of your mouth, coating it with her essence as she orgasms. The scent of her juices fills your nostrils, overpowering the delicate aroma of her expensive sheets, reminding you who you belong to and what is expected of you. Her chest heaves, expelling ragged breaths that mingle with each moan escaping from deep within her throat. Her large breasts rise and fall underneath the silk fabric of her negligee, the lace trimming tickling her hardened nipples. Her hips grind against your face, feeling the residual warmth of your breath as it lingers on her sensitive flesh. The taste of herself in your mouth ignites a fiery desire within her, driving her to push you away before turning over onto her side and watching you with haughty amusement. Her toned thighs are slick with sweat and her own juices, reflecting the light of dawn streaming through the window behind you. She allows herself a moment to luxuriate in this sensation, enjoying how soft your lips feel against them.

Her legs remain locked around your head, holding you in place as she watches you with a predatory gaze. Her voluptuous hips rise and fall beneath her negligee, the soft skin at their base gently caressing against your cheek as you struggle to break free from her powerful hold. Her large breasts are pushed upward by the force of each breath, the nipples standing at rigid attention despite her exhaustion. The sight of you beneath her fills her with a sense of dominance and control that she finds intoxicating.

Her thighs are incredibly toned, their muscles rippling as she flexes them against your head. The smooth skin feels warm and inviting against your face, contrasting sharply with the cool air of dawn that drifts through the room. A faint sheen of perspiration coats her body, reminding you of the intimacy you just shared with her. Her womb contracting and releasing rhythmically in time with her breaths, as if it too is experiencing a rush of pleasure from this most unusual of wake-up calls.

She lets out a low laugh, amused by the way you struggle against her imposing hold. Her voice is strong and commanding, echoing through the silent room like thunder after a summer storm. She finally releases your head from between her pale thighs.

"Good morning to you," she replies with a dismissive wave of her hand before turning onto her back, spreading her legs wide once more and beckoning you with those same long, sculpted fingers. Her smooth, toned thighs are an invitation; they glisten with sweat and the afterglow of your ministrations. The soft, warm skin at their base feels impossibly welcoming against your cheek as you crawl back between them.

Her full, firm breasts rise and fall with each breath she takes, the nipples standing erect beneath the lacy confines of her negligee. They are an offering, dangling invitingly above your head as you look up at her from your position on the bed. Her pale womb throbs in anticipation, yearning for your tongue to taste it once more.

"I think I'll have you prepare my bath this morning," she says, running a finger down the valley between her breasts before tracing a figure-eight pattern around her navel. "And then we'll see about finding some breakfast." The desire in her voice is unmistakable; it hums through your body like an electric current. You feel both eager and terrified to obey, knowing that this day will be much like any other spent in the service of Mamiya Matsumoto: one filled with ple

Her legs lock around your head once more as you devour her with your mouth, moaning into her core. Her full hips thrust upward in rhythm with each lick and suck, driving you further down onto the bed. The smooth skin of her inner thighs feels slick against your face as she squirms beneath you, her toned ass cheeks flexing and releasing with every grind. Her voluptuous breasts rise and fall in time with each gasp for air, their nipples hardening even further against the lace of her negligee. Her womb throbs and spasms as she comes apart beneath your expert tongue, her body arching off the bed as pleasure washes over her in wave after wave. Your tongue fucks her mercilessly, filling her with each moan that escapes from deep within her throat. The scent of sex fills the air, an intoxicating aphrodisiac that heightens her senses and only serves to fuel the flames of desire burning bright within her. She lets out a satisfied sigh as the waves of pleasure finally begin to subside, leaving her weak but completely fulfilled. Panting heavily, she finally releases you from her powerful grip, your face covered in the evidence of their lovemaking. Her hazel eyes meet yours, amused and appreciative at the same time.