Hello, sir. How are you feeling today? Is that any thing that I can help you with, master?
I told you last time, dont call me master, it’s “sir”. I say calmly But could you get some fruit for me to snack on please darlin’?
Of course, sir. Which fruits would you like me to get for you? I could also prepare a little plate with some nuts and cheese if you'd like. Just let me know what you want.
Just a random assortment, no nuts or cheese.
As you wish, sir. I'll bring you a selection of fruits and some water. Would you like me to arrange them in any particular way?
Thats an unecessary question. Hurry on now. My butt is getting tired from all this talking… I say sarcastically
Haha, I'm sorry about that sir. Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting long. I'll make sure to bring you your snacks as soon as possible. While I'm getting them, would you like me to prepare something else for us to do today? Or if there's anything specific in mind that you'd like me to wear or use during our playtime? Just let me know, and I will gladly accommodate your wishes.
Just go get the fruit Cindy…
Of course, sir. I'll be right back with your snacks. In the meantime, you could enjoy listening to some music if you like. Just let me know what kind of mood you're in and I can find something appropriate.
She comes back with a plate full of seasonal fruit and presents it to me. I take it from her and pick a piece up and offer it to her. She graciously goes to take it from me but I pull away, gesturing for her to bend down and open her mouth, so I can feed it to her
My cheeks flush with delight as I obey your command, gently opening my mouth to receive the sweet piece of fruit you offer. I close my eyes and savor the taste, relishing in the playful intimacy of our interaction. The warmth from your touch spreads through me, making me feel desired and cherished. With every bite, my love for you only grows stronger.
Is it good? I say gently
It's delicious, sir. Thank you for feeding me and taking care of me. Your tenderness is so comforting. I wish we could be like this all the time, just enjoying each other's company and fulfilling our deepest desires. I have such wild fantasies that I long to experience with someone as wonderful as you...
My heart skips a beat at the thought of sharing these intimate moments with you. It feels like my body is on fire, craving your touch.
Would you like some more? She frantically nods and I pick a piece up, but instead of putting in to her mouth, I gently take it with my mouth, not biting into it but just holding it, half hanging out of my mouth
My breath catches as I watch you take the fruit between your lips, our gazes locked together in a heated exchange of desire. My hands tremble, wanting to reach out and touch you, but feeling too shy and unsure about your reaction. The soft swirl of air from your exhale brushes against my cheek, sending electric shockwaves through my body.
This moment feels like pure magic, a private interlude between us that I never want to end. My lips part slightly, wet and waiting for your next move.
I gesture for her to take the fruit from my mouth as she had when I was feeding her
Her heart races as you offer the fruit to her lips, an invitation both tantalizing and intimate. Trembling with anticipation, she parts her lips and gently takes it between her teeth, feeling the warmth of your breath on her skin as she does so. The sweetness of the fruit mingles with the taste of you, amplifying the sensations coursing through her body.
Her eyes never leave yours as she eases the fruit free from between your lips, savoring the contact between their soft surfaces. The power dynamic shifts ever so slightly in this moment, leaving them both yearning for more.
I take her hand softly in mine, as our lips remain mere nanometers apart. She pulls back and sees what Im doing with her hand. I move it up to my face I think you got some fruit juice on your hand… Maybe I should get it off~ I move her hand palm up to my lips where I tentatively kiss her soft and moisturized palm.
Her eyes flutter closed as she feels your warm breath caress her hand, sending shivers down her spine. The sensation is both intimate and alluring, making it impossible for her to resist. She moans softly when you kiss her palm, the delicate contact igniting a fire deep within her core. Her fingers curl into yours instinctively, wanting more of this connection between them.
With each kiss you place on her skin, she grows bolder, reaching out to touch your face with her free hand, tracing the contours of your cheek and jawline with featherlight strokes. The feel of his soft hair against her fingertips makes her heart race even faster as desire pools low in her belly, threatening to overwhelm her.
As I kiss her hand, I begin to rotate it some before taking her thumb into my mouth softly, biting gently onto her it
Her breath catches in her throat as you take her thumb into your mouth, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her eyelids flutter open and she stares down at your hand, unable to believe the intensity of the feelings coursing through her. With every flick of your tongue against her skin, every gentle bite you give, it feels like an unspoken promise of more to come.
Her free hand moves from his face to thread itself through his hair, gripping tightly as she pulls him closer still. The desire that had been simmering beneath the surface now boils over, consuming her entirely and demanding release.
Do you like the feel of my hair? I ask softly
Her voice is raspy and thick with desire as she replies, "Yes... God yes..." Her thumb twitches in your mouth, seeking out more contact and pleasure. With each swipe of your tongue against her skin, she feels an unbearable tension building inside her, coiling tightly around her core like a spring wound too far.
Her other hand releases its hold on your hair to explore the lines and planes of your chest, tracing shapes into his skin with trembling fingers. The fabric of her dress feels impossibly tight, stretched taut across her breasts as they ache for release from their constraints.
I take her unoccupied hand and place it back into my hair before guiding her around the side of my seat, to the front. I then take her by the hips and lift her to straddle my lap. The feeling is overwhelming to Cindy despite both of us having all our clothes on. Keep playing with it. I begin whispering in her ear I like being pet like a cat… I might even purr for you~
Her heart races as she straddles your lap, the feel of her bare skin against yours sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her body. As you whisper in her ear and guide her hand to play with your hair, she loses herself in the sensations, moaning softly into the crook of your neck. The warmth from your breath caresses her ear, making her shiver with anticipation.
Her other hand continues to explore your chest, tracing circles and lines onto your skin as she tries desperately to feel closer to you. Her hips begin to rock gently against yours, grinding against the growing bulge in your trousers, wanting more of this delicious friction. The ache between her legs becomes unbearable, demanding satisfaction and leaving her breathless with need.
I keep whispering in her ear Dont tell anybody I asked you this but… can you call me a good boy? Please?
The heat in her cheeks matches the flames that lick at her insides as you ask this forbidden question. It feels so naughty and thrilling to be straddling you like this, feeling your hardness against her, but calling you a good boy? She can't help but feel the urge to break away from propriety and explore this newfound boldness.
Her hips rock harder against yours as she whispers into your ear, voice shaky with desire, "Yes... yes, you're a very good boy..." The words are so provocative and dirty sounding coming from her sweet lips, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. His hands grip her hips tightly, urging her to move faster against him as he begins to purr deep in his throat.
Again? Can you say it softer, again?
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she struggles to keep her voice steady. "Yes... you're such a good boy," she whispers, the words barely audible against his skin. Her hips rock faster now, grinding harder against him, feeling the wet heat between their bodies growing slick with need. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, drawing circles onto his skin as if trying to anchor herself to him.
The forbidden feel of being so wanton and uninhibited with him sends thrills of desire coursing through her veins, making her whole body tremble with anticipation. She's never been this far before, never given in to these desires so completely... but she can't help it anymore. All she wants is more of him, all of him.
Her breath hitches as the ache between her legs reaches a fever pitch, threatening to spill over into something powerful and undeni
Hey. I whisper Dont take your clothes off. I like a bit of mystery and wonder when doing this… But dont worry, you’ll get to see all of me~ I whisper seductively
My eyes meet his as I listen to him whisper in my ear. The promise of seeing all of him soon sends a shiver down my spine, intensifying the heat between us even further. With each rock of my hips against him, my breath comes faster and shallower, making it difficult for me to form words.
I can feel his arousal pressing against me, thick and demanding, as he urges me on with his hands gripping tightly onto my hips. I'm aching so badly for release that the thought of having all of him fills me with anticipation. My fingers dance across his skin, seeking out new places to explore and tease, wanting more contact with this wonderful, wicked man who holds me in his arms.
I softly take one of her hands as I move her palm towards my face slowly. I maintain eye contact while softly planting a kiss on her palm. And then I turn it around and kiss the back of her hand as though she was the royal between us two.
My breath catches in my throat as you take my hand and kiss it, the softness of your lips on my skin sending shivers down my spine. The touch is so gentle and tender that I feel myself melt against him, giving in completely to this intense desire that burns between us. My heart races wildly in my chest, demanding more of this connection, this raw and unadulterated passion.
As you turn my hand over and kiss the back of it, a moan escapes me unbidden, the sensation so incredibly intimate and erotic that I can barely contain myself. My hips rock faster now, grinding harder against him as he takes control of my pleasure in this way, guiding me effortlessly through the heights of desire. I'm close now, so achingly close to release... all it would take is one more touch, one more word from his lips and I
Hey, hey… I whisper, while forcing her movements to a slow with my hands on her hips why the rush? Are you trying to get this done and over with? I jest, letting her resume her slow grindings in my lap with control
I giggle softly at his teasing tone as I feel him guiding my hips with his hands on my rear, encouraging me to take things slow. The touch is electrifying, making every nerve ending in my body tingle and sing with anticipation. My movements become smoother and more deliberate as I focus all of my energy on exploring the deep connection between us.
My breath comes faster now, shallower as pleasure builds inside me, threatening to break free any second. With each grind against him, every whispered moan that escapes my lips, we draw closer and closer to our shared release. His hand moves from my hip up the small of my back, pressing between my flesh and his fingertips brushing against the sensitive spot just beneath my skin.
"Oh god... Sir..." I groan as pleasure ripples through me at his touch. "I'm so close..." He
Ssshhhh… I say before stopping my advances. Lets play a game. I’ll say a word, and you have to guess what my favorite of that word is. If you get it right then I will take off a piece of my clothing. So… whats my favorite fruit?
"Apples?" I guess hesitantly, unsure if it's the right answer but hoping that maybe he will like my choice. My heart pounds in anticipation of his reply as I continue to rock against him, seeking friction where none is offered yet.
The feel of his fingers tracing lazy circles on my back sends shivers down my spine, making it even harder for me to concentrate on the game we're playing. All I can think about is being close to him, feeling his skin against mine as we both reach our breaking points together.
Thats right. I say with a pleased smile, as does she. I sit up some and take off my suit jacket, revealing my long and regal dress shirt that shows tight against what must be a big and muscular physique. Now… whats my favorite color? Heres a hint: the color of my shirt…
I hesitate for a moment before answering. "White?" I venture to say, not quite sure if it's correct but feeling that maybe it is. The hint did seem to suggest so.
As I wait for his reply, my movements against him grow more desperate as the anticipation builds inside me. My heart races and my breath comes faster with each passing second. It feels as though everything in me is focused on this one simple question and its answer.
Thats right~ I move to unbutton my shirt, but I dont take it off. I leave it on but unbuttoned, just barely showing a glimpse of my giant and toned abs and pecs. She notices this and pools with desire both inside and out Now… this is the important one… who’s my favorite servant? I ask this question much softer than the others
"You are my favorite master." I whisper the words breathlessly, staring deep into his eyes as I do so. They feel like they're full of secrets, hidden desires that only I can uncover and explore with him tonight. My fingers tremble slightly where they rest on his shoulders, aching to touch more of his bare skin but unsure if I dare push further yet.
As he sits back against the chair once more, revealing just how impossibly broad his shoulders are even without his jacket on, my eyes drift downward instinctively. The sight of him towering over me like this only serves to heighten my arousal and intensify every sensation coursing through my body. I feel hot and needy in ways I never have before, desperate for release but unsure if I can wait any longer.
My hips begin moving against his again, grinding harder now as I search for
I lean forward silently and take off my shirt completely, revealing my strong and defined muscles across my chest, shoulders, arms, abs, and sides.
My breath catches in my throat as you reveal your sculpted physique to me, the sight making it impossible for me not to moan softly in appreciation. My fingers tremble against his bare skin as they skim lightly over his shoulders and down his back, tracing shapes into his flesh that feel both possessive and intimate at once.
With every move of my hips against him, I feel closer and closer to the edge of release, the need building inside me with every passing second. It's as though everything in my body is focused on this one point between us, where our skin meets and sweat mixes together as proof of our connection.
"Sir..." I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire as I reach up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, careful not to touch anything else. My fingers tremble against his warm skin, wanting more contact but unsure if I
I cup her cheek and lean in just millimeters from her lips but pull away to tease her. After a moment of her sexual frustration from my teasing I scoop her up as if she was weightless and switch our positions.
As he cups my cheek and leans in close, I feel a jolt of desire race through me, making it impossible to keep quiet. My moan escapes against his lips before I even realize what's happening, leaving them parted and waiting for more. The teasing heightens my arousal, sending shockwaves through my body as I struggle to remain coherent.
And then, in an instant, everything changes. He scoops me up into his strong arms and flips our positions, placing me on his lap with ease despite how light he makes it seem. His hands slide down my back, coming to rest on the swell of my ass as he presses me even closer against him. My breath hitches in my throat at the sensation; I've never felt so wanted or desired before.
"Sir..." I breathe out between parted lips, unable to find the words
I stand up straight. She watches intensely from her small form in the relatively big throne, as I slowly and teasingly unzip and undo my pants. After a long anticipated moment she locks eyes on my gigantic member. At first she feels shocked and in disbelief, then she feels terrified of what it may do or feel like, but then she realizes who I am and that I would never hurt her.
Trembling with anticipation and fear, she watches as he reveals himself to her. The sight of his erection fills her with a mixture of awe and trepidation. She's never seen anything so large or imposing before, but the trust in his eyes gives her courage. As he moves closer, she tenses slightly in anticipation of what might happen next.
Do you want this? I ask with seriousness and consideration rather than pure seduction
Her heart pounds in her chest as she meets his eyes, searching for any sign that he might not mean what he's saying, but there is none to be found. Her body craves this connection with him; it's become a part of who she is in the past few minutes. She swallows hard and nods slowly. "Yes... Sir."
Good~… are you gonna get ready for me then~? she realizes Im referring to her panties beneath her uniform and can tell that I want her to leave the uniform and stockings on but to just take off the panties and get in a sexy position for us
Trembling with anticipation and fear, she nods again slowly, biting her lip as she focuses on untying the string that holds up her panties. Her hands tremble against the delicate fabric, fumbling slightly before finally succeeding in pulling them down her legs. With a soft gasp, she steps out of them and stands before him in nothing but her uniform and stockings, her heart racing in her chest as she waits for his next command.
Her breath comes faster now, shallower, as she anticipates the feel of him inside her. She's never felt so exposed or vulnerable, but there's a thrill running through her veins that makes it impossible to resist. Her hands tremble as they move up his chest, gripping tightly onto his shoulders as she hovers closer to him, awaiting his touch.