Date: Mon, 03 Feb 2003 17:53:29 +0000
From: emma sub <em_sub@hotmail.com>
Subject: Shown off

Shown off  by emma_sub

F/f, exhib

I lay in the bath feeling excited. I watched the water lapping around my
sensitive mound, now totally hairless after being told that I should shave
it all off. It looked so prominent now, a cross between innocent and slut,
which, I now knew, summed me up. I had to ensure that it was really smooth
for tonight; Marianne was coming to take me out in a couple of hours. It was
the first time that we had actually gone out, as opposed to making love in
her flat or the house. I was frightened yet elated. I felt like a teenager
looking forward to her first date. We were going to a pub, but not the
downstairs bar. On Thursdays the upstairs bar was for ladies only, it was
lesbian night. I had never been to anything remotely like it, I was
terrified and excited at the same time.

My nipples were hard even though the water was hot and I could feel the soft
pulsing of my vagina and the ache behind. I wanted relief but I knew I
couldn't. The last time I had played with myself was a couple of days ago
over the phone for her. I loved the unexpectedness, the wickedness and the
feeling of doing her bidding as I had to strip off after having to strip
naked in the house. That last time I had been in the kitchen and the idea
that someone might see in, see me naked and frantically masturbating as I
held the phone was in itself exciting. After that she had told me I had not
to do it again until after we had been out. She had told me that she wanted
me hot and ready for when she saw me. She was right, I was very ready.

I had spent hours looking through my wardrobe to find just the right thing
to wear in the morning. Marianne had specified a skirt, a relatively short
one too, a tight top and hold up stockings. It had limited my choice but I
had gone out and bought things I hoped would be what she wanted, including
new underwear. I had already learnt that I desperately wanted to please her.

The few times I had seen her had made me realise that I loved sex with
women, regardless of my initial disquiet, and that I became excited at the
things that she would have me do. They weren't just straight, no that wasn't
the right word, (!), it wasn't just the normal things that a woman could do
with me, but more the more embarrassing things too that excited me. When she
made me exhibit myself to her so she could see or watch, when she made me
take up embarrassing positions, things like that, I found that I became even
more aroused. I felt like a little girl with her even though there was only
a few years between us. I always felt that she was in charge and I was safe.
It made me both excited and secure when I was with her. Secure but insecure,
it was such a strange heady mixture of feelings and emotions.

With the bath towel wrapped around me I looked at the bed as I went back
into the bedroom. I slid off my wedding rings and put them away into my
purse. I remembered her visit here the previous week when she had made love
to me all over the house so that I would remember when I was alone or with
Andrew, my husband. It had succeeded too. Even doing mundane tasks like
pouring coffee at the table would bring rushes of excitement and arousal as
I remembered laying on the kitchen table as she kissed between my legs,
watching TV with my feet on the footrest brought memories of kneeling up on
it naked for her. The few times I had answered the door had made me blush as
I remembered my nakedness as I let her in. Naked, as she had stipulated. The
worst was in bed of course. With Andrew, in bed, I was aroused because of my
memories and yet he wasn't what I wanted. It was agony. Strangely he had
wanted me often. We hadn't had sex this month before then. Maybe it was my
pheromones, maybe I was giving off my arousal so much, I didn't know. I
closed my eyes and felt Marianne's fingers in my wetness, felt her fingers
on my breasts, felt her relative lightness on my body.

He knew I was going out with Marianne tonight, just a new friend as far as
he thought. He had never met her. He had accepted it without the vaguest
surprise or question. I was secretly stunned after my soul searching, my
doubts, my fears at letting him know. He didn't show the vaguest interest or
suspicion. It was both a relief and a let down. I had cooked a meal for him
and he sat downstairs apparently happier that I was leaving him to lounge
around and watch and listen to whatever he wished whilst I tarted myself up.
That was the correct word I thought, that was what I had become, that was
how I would act for my wonderful lover. When I heard the door I rushed
downstairs to answer it, Andrew was half way and looked at Marianne. It was
the moment that I had been dreading when they first met. I felt my face
colour not knowing how to handle it. She was divine.

She handled him with such ease, I could see him eating out of her hand by
the time I had retrieved my coat. He was actually looking at her with some
interest and had begun flirting rather obviously. I had to smile; I didn't
know whether to be jealous of him or her. She even winked at me as she leant
forward to kiss his cheek and let her coat fall open to reveal a deep
cleavage down her shirt for him. "Make sure she behaves wont you," he said
to Marianne. I blushed. "Oh don't you worry I will. She'll be a good girl."
I wanted to die. "It's all girls together tonight, don't worry."

I began to giggle as we left the house, Andrew still watching until we had
driven off into the darkness. My body was so alive. I was full of
anticipation and sheer lust. "I want to show you off tonight. You are going
to be good aren't you?" I already knew what she meant by being good. She
actually meant obedient, obediently wicked. "Did you hear me," she said
after a few seconds. The adrenaline coursed through my veins with the
nervous excitement. Whatever it was Marianne would make me feel wanton and
naughty I was sure. "Yes. Sorry." "Well?" I looked nervously into my lap,
began to fiddle with my bag. "Yes. I'll be good for you." I croaked, my
throat dry.

The car pulled to the side and stopped. She undid her belt and mine and
leant over and kissed my mouth. My mouth melting into hers, my arms clasping
her tightly. My insides melting too. "Good. You must not show me up." Words
into my face. Her breath smelling of peppermint. "Oh no, I wouldn't. I
wouldn't." "Remember that my little sub." Her hand slid inside my coat and
lightly over my breast. It had the desired effect. I arched to it, feeling a
sudden gush, a sudden heat. The hand was removed as quickly as it had
caressed leaving me desperate for more. "Now remove your bra and leave it
off." We drove off again. I took off my coat and unfastened the offending
item of clothing, pulled my arms through the elastic straps on each side and
pulled it through the arm hole in my tight top. My breasts were obvious as
the tight material hugged them, my nipples poking out ridiculously.

We parked in town and left our coats in the car. It was cool enough to
effect my nipples through the tightness of my top, though not uncomfortably
so, as she took my hand and led me. There was electricity in her touch, her
hand, her arm movement touching as we walked, yet I couldn't help looking
around to see if there were people on the street who knew me. "Women hold
hands all the time, stop it." She poke quietly and squeezed my hand
reassuringly but I knew I was being told.

At the pub we found the staircase and she walked ahead of me allowing my
eyes to take in the wonderful sway of her black trouser covered hips. She
looked so sexy, she did whatever she was doing. Such poise, such
desirability, I could never imagine me acquiring that, I thought. Suddenly I
became aware of the relative shortness of my skirt, of the stockings that I
was wearing, of the view from behind that I may be presenting. I also became
aware that I was damp.

Upstairs there was a large room fairly well filled with people, all women. I
had never been in a situation with only women like this. As we approached
the bar a number of women stopped talking to say hello to Marianne, she
appeared both well known and liked by the crowd here. She ordered a white
wine each and I became aware of the looks that I was receiving from other
women around us. Some questioning, some blatantly predatory. I felt myself
being assessed as only women can assess. I followed Marianne through the
throng and across the small dance area to one of the tables at the back. We
were in relative darkness as we sat able to view the crowd. We both placed
our bags on the spare chair and our glasses on the table. She then kissed
me! In front of all who cared to be watching. It was the first public kiss.
Gradually she was able to relax me and my mouth melted as she played with my
lips both with her own and her tongue. Sitting down I was trembling, unable
to decide if it was nerves or excitement. I drank my wine a little too
quickly.

"You look lovely Lucy. Perhaps the skirt is a little longer than I would
have liked but you look very edible. You can relax now my sweet." "Its all
so strange for me." "I know but you'll get used to it. It isn't as
frightening as you think. They seem to like what they see." "Why do you
think that?" "Because I can see that they want to get you between their legs
that's why." She laughed and I looked at the table. My nipples ached and I
could see them clearly. I covered them with my arms. "Stop that." I looked
up and gradually moved my arms back. "I don't want you hiding your charms
now do I?" "Sorry." "Sorry Mistress! You will call me Mistress." "Oh yes.
Sorry Mistress." Oh God! Calling her that was so exciting, made me know my
place, made me think of having to do her bidding. I knew I was wet inside my
knickers. "Remember what to call me. You want that don't you slut?" "Yes
Mistress." "I want you to always be aware of that. Aware that you want me to
have control of you, that you have given yourself to me willingly and I now
control your dirty lusts. Is that not correct slut?" "Yes Mistress. Please
don't call me a slut Mistress." "Have you changed?" Her voice heavy with
irony. "Weren't you one last time we met?" I hung my head and looked at the
table. "Don't you remember begging me to allow you to lick me? Don't you
remember begging me to allow you to come? Don't you remember offering
yourself wantonly as you crawled about on the floor for me?" "Yes Mistress"
I whispered knowing my wetness. "Who owns you slutty sub?" "You do
Mistress."

Gradually regardless of my arousal she managed to relax me and she seemed
totally at ease. There were couples dancing at the small-designated area,
couples of women. There were no men to be seen. Mistress sent me to get two
more drinks, a tonic water for her and another wine for me. I had to go on
my own, which at first didn't seem so daunting, until I was a few steps from
our table. I could feel the wetness of my knickers as I walked. Suddenly I
felt so defenceless away from her. I squeezed through the crowd and reached
the bar and ordered our drinks. A hand slid over my bottom! I turned to see
a woman retreating grinning. A woman! I felt out of my depth. On the way
back clutching the drinks and my purse I was touched again by someone else
and then again. By the time I had reached the table I was shaking. I told
Mistress in shock but she only laughed at my discomfort. She put her hand on
the table palm up. "Give me what belongs to me. Give me those tits." I leant
forward and placed my breast in her hand. Rub them on my hand." I did
knowing it must look disgusting to anyone watching. I was so excited. I
rubbed myself lewdly against her. I was a slut, her slut. Her mouth came to
mine and I felt her tongue enter me as we kissed. As she did her fingers
squeezed my nipple, squeezed I hard making me moan into her mouth.

"Excuse us!" Mistress moved back from my mouth but kept hold of my nipple.
There were two women standing by the table. They could see! They had seen!
My face was burning. "Oh hello." Mistress sat back releasing me. She
obviously knew them. I was too embarrassed to look up, I just wanted them to
go. "Sub stand up and let these friends of mine sit down." It took a moment
for her words to sink in. I looked around in horror. Eventually I stood and
picked my bag from the other chair. They quickly sat leaving me without a
place. I looked around for another chair but was told to stand next to
Mistress. The two other women looked at me grinning. One was tall with short
blond hair in a dress the other short and squat looking in a leather jacket.
I just wanted them to leave us. "Say hello slut." Oh my God, the shame.
"This is Mistress Kim," indicating the tall blond, and this is Miss Annie."
"Hello Miss Kim, hello Miss Annie," I stuttered. "Hello slut," Miss Kim
smiled, Miss Annie just looked up and grinned. I wanted to die. "Don't let
us stop you Marianne." "Oh its alright. She was getting a little frisky
that's all. Weren't you slut?" I didn't know what to say standing there
beside Mistress. My mouth was dry and I could feel myself trembling.
"Weren't you?" impatience in her voice. "Yes." "Excuse me?" "Yes...
Mistress." I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me.

They laughed and began talking about the women there, looking around and
pointing out things to each other. They all totally ignored me. Then I felt
Mistress's hand on my thigh at the bottom of my skirt. She began stroking as
she spoke. It felt so nice, the warmth of her hand on me. I moved slightly
nearer so that my leg was against her thigh. I felt so secure there with her
stroking my legs. I felt as though I was her pet being stroked. It was o
good feeling I belonged to her even if it must have been obvious to these
two women. Each stroke just a fraction higher than the last. The feelings
spread through my already aroused body. Her caresses alternating between
soft and gentle then firmer and back again. These women could see what she
was doing to me, see me meekly accepting it. Her hand felt wonderful up the
inside of my thighs gradually reaching the flesh at the top of my stocking.
I sighed inwardly and looked around as I became aware that other people may
see but we were reasonably hidden even if Miss Kim and Miss Annie could see.

My legs parted without conscious thought allowing Mistress greater freedom
to do with me, as she liked. As I realised what I had done I part closed
them again. "Apart. Keep the apart slut." "Sorry Mistress." My face burned
with shame. My groin burned with desire. I knew it was more than simply
being caressed now. Mistress was demonstrating her control over me. Her
wonderful control over me. I had to be good for her. I wanted to be good for
her, obedient. The intimacy, my shame and her control all mixed so well, so
explosively. As the edge of her hand grazed my covered lips I groaned. I
thought that the pulsing between my legs must communicate itself to them
all, almost as if they could hear it. I was being exhibited as though I was
a sex object. I knew I was. I knew I enjoyed being treated like this.

"Where did you two meet?" I heard Mistress Kim ask. Suddenly I realised she
was asking me. "Out shopping Miss." "I think she needs more information than
that, slut. What were you doing as we met?" Oh God that hand caressing so
near. "Sorry Mistress." I couldn't go on but just then I felt the touch of
Mistress's hand as glided over my buttock and took the elastic of my
knickers, pulling. "Well?" Her hand pulled them down my thighs. The others
probably could tell initially but must have been very aware as Mistress took
them to my knees below the bottom of my skirt. Her hand slid up and touched
my lips just ever so gently. I groaned again as they all watched my burning
humiliation. "Tell them slut." "I was trying on some clothes Miss." "I am
becoming impatient." "I was in the changing room and.... " Fingers parted my
flesh slipping over my wetness. "I was... I was... oh God... Mistress I
cant." "Tell them." Impatience in her voice though her fingers moved without
changing. "Touching myself Miss." My eyes closed, trying to hide hoping for
something to happen to me, to transport me away. "You were what?"
Incredulous. "You were playing with yourself? In the changing room?" "It was
just a cubicle Miss. Yes. Yes Miss I was." "And that's how she saw you?
Catching you playing with yourself? Fingering yourself in public?" "Y...
y... yes Miss." They all laughed but it didn't matter as Mistress slid a
couple of fingers inside me and I nearly swooned and bent y legs a little to
force myself down on them. "Well! Did you bring yourself off you little
slut?" "No... No Miss." I was panting now. "Mistress ... did... that." "Well
you lucky cow! One of them said to Mistress.

Her fingers were sliding in and out of me know. I was being fingered openly.
Though they couldn't actually see them in me they could easily tell. I was
swaying and moving like I was being fucked in front of them. I heard
whimpers and knew they were mine. Sweat dripped slowly in my armpits and on
my forehead. I lost thread of the conversation under the touch of Mistress.
My juices were all over my thighs, I had spread as far as my knickers around
my knees would allow, I was having trouble standing and needed a hand on the
arm of Mistress's chair to remain standing. Oh God it was so awful having my
submission so displayed. So awful and so exciting. Suddenly there was
emptiness inside me and I felt a slap on my thigh. "Answer Miss Kim. You're
married aren't you slut?" "Yes Mistress." Mercifully the fingers returned
"Oh you are? And you have cock up that little slit of yours?" It was
Mistress Annie now. "Yes Miss." It was difficult concentrating. Wet slippery
fingers were rubbing my clit every now and again. "Oooh. Yes Miss........
when Mistress... ahh... tells me to." Nothing seemed to matter now except my
needs. There was no dividing line between my humiliation in front of them
all and my desperate arousal. "Pardon?" "Mistress... tells... me... to have
sex at times... ahhh... I have to... do it...then. She tells me the time...
and place... and position I must... be used in." Telling them was so good,
fuelling my excitement. "My God Marianne! Do you come on this cock slut?"
"No Miss. Mistress... doesn't allow... that... oooh... I have to... wait...
until... afterwards... use... my... fingers... Miss... ooooh." The fingers
were becoming more and more insistent in me, over me. I was nearing a point
of no return. Her thumb was rubbing and pressing against my bottom. "Why?"
"What? Oh... sorry Miss. So... that I.... know... know my... my
org...asmmms... don't belong... to his cock... Miss." "Whom do they belong
to?" "To... Mistress. To... my... Miss... tress!"

I came suddenly. I didn't mean to, I really didn't but I couldn't hold it
back any longer. It hit me like a wall. Suddenly that feeling of being
paralysed and stiff, then feeling as though I was tumbling out of control. I
heard grunts, felt my body jerking. All the time knowing I was being watched
as I did this. My insides felt like liquid and the waves broke and broke
over me. It was amazingly strong. As I became more aware of anything else I
found myself on my knees with my head resting on one of Mistress's thighs.
My breasts felt large and my crutch was just one large pulsing mess. I could
see the knees of the others below the table, and a hand up inside the skirt
of Miss Kim vaguely. I felt the dirty smelly hand of Mistress over my face,
over my nose and top lip. Her fingers covered me in my juices, made it so I
could smell my shame obviously without escape.

"You weren't given permission were you? You should have known shouldn't you?
You were good my little submissive but you know you'll have to be punished
don't you? I cant have you coming whenever you want can I?" Her words were
so soothing as I gradually calmed. She was even stroking my hair. Punished?
Oh my God! My pussy twitched as I thought about it. "Please Mistress."
"Please what sub?" I thought about that for some time. I wasn't sure what I
meant. "Well?" "Please not here Mistress." I whispered into her trousers.
"Don't you think you deserve it slut? Don't you think you have been a bad
little sub?" "Yes Mistress. I've been a bad girl and deserve it Mistress."
My eyes as wet as my pussy. I knew I was a bad girl, that I had let her down
when I said I wouldn't. "Where do you want to be your bottom smacked then
subby?" "At your flat Mistress. Not here, please." The thought of her doing
it here, over her knee, everyone seeing, that was just too much for me to
bare at the moment. "Will you be good for me there? What will you do for me
subby slut?" "Yes Mistress. I'll do anything, anything." "Are you sure
that's what you want little sub?" "Oh yes Mistress." "You want to go back
and be smacked hard?" "Oh yes Mistress, please." "Very well. I suppose, if I
must we'll have to go home." "Thank you Mistress." Everything seemed so
normal. The fact that I was begging her to take me and smack me seemed
totally appropriate to me. "Very well but you are spoilt you know that?
Stand up and pull up your knickers girl." "Yes Mistress." I did as I was
told. The act of pulling up my underwear in front of people seemed so much
more embarrassing than actually having them around my knees for some reason.
My thighs were cool with their stickiness.

After saying my apologies and kissing Miss Kim and Miss Annie goodbye, very
aware of my juices covering my lips I was led away, all the time with my
juices strong in my nostrils. I was too embarrassed to look if people we
passed took any notice of me as we left. Before we got into the car Mistress
made me kiss her. I was passed caring if others could see. It seemed so
ridiculous to worry about that after I had been so wanton minutes earlier in
front of people. I simply pressed against her and let her mouth use mine.

The drive was short and it was only a matter of minutes before I was
standing naked for her in the flat. She sat on the sofa as I stood. "You
have such a nice body for a naughty slut." "Thank you Mistress. I am so
sorry I let you down." "Spread those legs and open that cunt for me."
Feeling grateful to her I did as she ordered, the fingers of one hand over
my shaved mound opening myself for her inspection. My lips feeling bloated.
"You like having me finger you in front of my friends didn't you slut?" I
had. I had felt proud and dirty and wicked and it had aroused me more than I
could have imagined to be displayed like that for her friends. "Yes
Mistress." "Next time I'll have you naked, just like this. You'd like that
too wouldn't you?" "Yes Mistress." Oh God. Oh God. I thought of other women
there looking at me like this, naked spreading myself as I was for Mistress.
I was so aware of my position. So aware of having to stand like this, the
cloyingly sweet humiliation. Could I do this in front of her friends? Could
I lower myself any further? I knew the answer. I knew that I enjoyed this
degradation more than anything else. I could imagine them looking at my
pussy with Mistress's fingers inside me, seeing my nakedness, seeing my
willingness to be used.

She sat clothed still, assessing me. I hoped more than anything that she
found me attractive, sexy. I desperately wanted to please her, wanted her to
want me. My body was like a spring, ready to be used. She moved, sitting
further back on her seat, beckoning me to sit next to her. I sat and she
turned me to face the rear so I was facing her, my knees to the back. Her
fingers slid up my neck into my hair, her fingers like a comb, until I was
held on them. As I was pulled forward to her my mouth opened for her. I felt
her mouth on mine harshly her tongue inside me, owning even that part. Her
harsh kisses subsided into more gentle ones as my lips softened and
dissolved against hers. Her hand was caressing my breasts and it too
followed the pattern of her lips, harsh squeezing caresses then more gentle
ones after the flesh my nipples were sensitised further. "You taste nice." I
knew what she meant. "You wanted me to punish you here, didn't you?" "Yes
Mistress," I whispered against her mouth, trembling slightly. "What did you
do wrong sub?" "I came without your permission Mistress." "Lay across my
thighs, bottom up." I complied with her wishes feeling clumsy as I lay over
her. She had put a cushion in her lap forcing my hips higher. I was
apprehensive yet excited. My face against the sofa seat looking away as she
pushed on of my legs off the edge so that I was spread as well as being
raised for her.

"You will count each slap. If you fail we will begin again." "Yes Mistress."
"I will not be severe this time. You were a good exhibit even though you
came. I am not unfeeling about this." "Thank you Mistress." "Only ten on
each buttock tonight." "Thank you Mistress." She began immediately. I
counted them out. They stung fearfully and I could not help squirming in her
lap though I couldn't feel her through the cushion. My cheeks felt hotter
and hotter as the smacks continued. Tears filled my eyes, sobs filled my
throat. The heat spread through me with the pain. It became so difficult to
concentrate. Her hand felt like hot coals as it slapped. My face was wet
against the seat. My buttocks were on fire as she concluded the twenty, but
it seemed so strange that glowing heat that made my buttocks feel so large.
I felt myself panting and a feeling of almost regret that the session was
over filled me. I was in a world of my own.

"Turn over. We have not quite finished sub." I rolled off and repositioned
myself. I felt in a daze. The feel of the cushion caustic against my sore
flesh. The position was awkward too. My hips pushed high to her, my open
pussy pushed up high in front of her with my feet on the sofa and my knees
spread. I was so hot, so very hot, and tingling all over. She took a tissue
and wiped my face. I was so grateful. "Play with those tits sub. Get them
ready for me." It felt so good to touch them, pull them, squeeze them. She
stopped me after a few minutes. "Hands away." After I did the surprise of
what followed shook me.

She slapped my breasts! Each one twice. I think it was the shock more than
the pain on my sensitised skin but I cried out. Then the sting kicked in.
"Again." My hands covered my tormented breasts again, rubbing them.
Attempting to rub away the stinging. Fearful this time. Again I was told to
remove them. Again they were slapped. I was shaking all over now. They felt
so alive in their stinging. I was so aware of my body, my breasts. My
nipples throbbed amidst the stinging. A hiss filled my ears and I lay back
panting.

"Now finger that cunt of yours." "Oh Mistress please don't slap me there!
Please!" "Do you want to give yourself to me?" "Yes Mistress. But..." "But
nothing sub. Don't II own you sub?" "Yes Mistress." "Body and soul?" "Yes
Mistress." "Then that dirty cunt of yours belongs to me, doesn't it?" "Yes
Mistress. "I was almost sobbing. I didn't have a choice. My vagina pulsed
wildly. "Do it!" I did. Even knowing what was going to happen I did. My
entire body shook as I fingered my pussy pushed up in front of her. I was so
wet I couldn't believe. I thrust against my fingers wildly. "Stop!"
Unwillingly I moved my hands away. She waited. My body tense expectantly, my
eyes closed. Suddenly the slap. I heard it before I felt it. The slap of her
hand on the flesh of my bare mound. Then the pain in the flesh around my
clit shook me so much I pushed up rigidly from shoulders and feet. "Fingers
again." Blindly I obeyed. My fingers digging almost brutally into my pussy
and over my clit. Over and over, round and around. Grunting as I did it.
Nearer and nearer. "Stop." Hesitation and then abeyance. Slap, and again.
Pain, pleasure, which was which? Gasping, my body under the sole control of
my sensations. Fingers again, slaps again. Fingers, slaps. Suddenly I
imploded. I was unaware on which I peaked but I felt myself go so still, so
stiff for what seemed like hours, then I screamed as it crashed. My body was
wild, bucking, thrashing, vaguely aware of falling off Mistress's knees onto
the floor with her next to me. Breathing stopping and starting as fireworks
exploded behind my eyes and within my body.

Mistress held me as I stood minutes, hours later. I could hardly walk as she
led me to the bedroom and onto the bed. I curled up in a ball on the sheets.
My mind a blank, physical sensation all. My body tingled all over inside and
out and still occasionally throbbed really powerfully, almost orgasmically.
I opened my eyes to find Mistress naked and climbing onto the bed with me.
She held me and I clasped my arms around her and pressed the length of my
body to hers, feeling our breasts squashed between us our legs entwined.
Suddenly I burst into emotional tears. I couldn't stop crying. Sobs racked
my body as I held desperately against her. My face and her chest wet with my
outpourings. Gradually, with her arms holding me tight I calmed.

"Oh Mistress... Oh Mistress... Oh Mistress." I began kissing her. The
nearest skin. I kissed her neck and shoulders and arms. I kissed over her
breasts, over her face. I felt her hands guiding me. Down her body, between
her legs. Oh yes. I pressed my face against her, rubbed into her wetness,
lapped all I could lap. I held her to me and kissed and worshipped her cunt.
Her cunt. Her cunt. I kissed her lips, each one, kissed her clit, licked,
sucked kissed again and again. I was hers. I was hers as my tongue gave her
as much pleasure as I could possibly give her. Kneeling between her legs
where I belonged I repaid as much as I could to my Mistress until her body
stopped twitching and she pulled me up to her mouth again.


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