The Lesbian Mistress and Her Pet (Lesbian Roleplay, Domination Submission) (2 page)

As my mistress laid in the bath, she would
request that I wash her clean of the day's dirty work. I would take a sponge in
hand and I would soap her warm skin and cleanse her until she was satisfied.

Then she would instruct me to return
to my place. I would kneel beside the bathtub waiting for her to finish. When
she was ready to get out she would order me to fetch her large, freshly
laundered robe from the towel warmer and hold it so she could slip in to it
more easily. My mistress would tie the robe closed and I would place her slippers
beside the tub so that she could step in to them as she exited the bath.

While she walked to the bedroom to
dress in the evening wear that I had selected for her, I would set to work in
the bathroom. The first thing I would do is pull the plug from the bathtub and
once the water was drained, I would wash and scrub down the tub sides so that
my mistress’s bath the following evening would be just as pleasant. After the
bathtub was cleaned, I would dry the bathroom floor to ensure she did not slip
if she should return. Finally, I would kneel and wait beside the bathroom door
and wait for her to return for me.

Upon returning for me, she would
bring me to the bedroom where I would be tasked with taking her robe down to be
laundered so that it would be prepared for the following day’s routine. When I returned
to her in the bedroom, I would always be rewarded for my hard work.

One of my favorite rewards was to
please my mistress with my mouth. I loved to watch her face as I licked up her
pussy, sliding the tip of my tongue up her wet slit as she tugged on my leash.
I knew there was nothing she loved more than watching me lick and swallow every
drop of her juices that she had to offer. It was her gift to me and I took
every drop of it, every time.

I had gotten quiet used to our ritual
and loved it more than anything else.

“Come to your mistress, my pet.” She patted
the bed next to her as I stood in the doorway completely naked, my small tits
heaving up and down slowly with each breath. I did as I was told and crawled on
to the bed beside her. She took the end of my chain with a smile.

“Would you like to pleasure me, my
pet?” Her voice was smooth and calm. I could already feel the excitement
building between my legs at the thought of giving pleasure to her. I nodded
timidly.
 

 
“Speak up my dear.”

“Yes, Ma’am. I would like that very
much.” I smiled, a pink blush rising in my cheeks.

“
Ahhh
… Have
I embarrassed you?” I could already feel the redness on my cheeks deepening. I nodded
slightly. “Well, I am sorry, that wasn't my intention.”

She placed her hand on the back of my
head, stroking my long black hair with a smile. “Why don't we start with
pleasing your mistress, my pet? Something we both know that you are very good
at.” She winked with a smile and I giggled. She nodded, giving me permission to
begin when I was ready. She slackened my leash.

I blinked slowly as I slid a little
way down the bed to her waist. She had put on dress pants which likely meant
that she had a meeting later in the evening so I had to remember not to get a
single drop of our fun on her pants.

I tugged gently on her thin leather
belt. As it came undone I moved on to the zipper of her pants. At a teasing
pace I opened those too, letting my fingertips brush against her mound as I did.
My breath quivered, my hunger to please and taste my mistress was almost too
much, almost more than I could take.

My dainty fingers gripped the waist
of her pants, letting her know that I needed her help in slipping them down. She
helped me pull them down her legs. I now found myself looking at her wet pussy under
the soft cotton of her panties. I rubbed my fingers over the soft material,
feeling her quiver under my feather touch.

“
Mmmmm
…” She
hummed as she leaned her head back and took a deep breath in. I rubbed the palm
of my hand over her pussy lips, feeling the wetness cling to her panties under
my hand and wishing I could get more.

 
My mistress forbids sex other than oral in the
afternoon, it promotes laziness she says, but I am always mindful to obey her rules
so I continued to massage her with the heel of my hand.

“Lick me.” She said with her eyes
closed and her head still back, almost as if she were sleeping. I didn’t
hesitate to obey her, as I slid my fingers under the waistband of her panties,
tugging them softly until she relented and lifted her plump ass off the bed to
allow me to slide them down.

 
I slid them down over her thighs, her knees,
her calves, her feet…

My mistress hates to be bound by her underwear.
‘On or off’ she says, not somewhere in between. At all times she must remain in
charge.

 
When I returned my attention to her pussy I could
already see the anticipation of my touch as her legs twitched and squirmed
underneath me. Every vein pulsated and ached for me, her lesbian pet. Leaning
down, I let my long dark hair brush against her wetness. I swayed my head back
and forth gently allowing my hair to tease her before I leaned in further and
slowly slid my tongue up her wet cleft.

“That's a good girl.” Her voice was
controlled, but I knew that she was filled with juices and ready to explode. She
would never allow herself to orgasm so early. She always prided herself on her strict
control of everything in her life and my tight young pussy knew that well.

It wasn't often that I slipped up in
my duties as my mistress’s pet, but when I did, more often than not, it was
something I did on purpose with the intent of getting punished. I knew if she ever
found out how much I relished our spanking sessions I would be in even more
trouble. It was my little secret I kept from her.

The sudden burst of butterflies that
I felt when I was placed across her lap for a spanking, my bare ass
showing…that was a priceless feeling. There were few things that compared…at
least in my book.
 
When my mistress drew
back her hand and spanked me it would send shivers up my spine with every crack
of her skin against mine. As the prickles of pain spread across my ass cheeks,
I would feel my pussy tighten and thoughts of
cumming
would take over my mind.

I swirled the tip of my tongue around
her swollen clit. She gasped and pulled on my leash just a little, causing my neck
to crane. I smiled, knowing that I had done something to please her. I looked
up at her with a sideways glance as I stuck out my tongue and flicked the tip
around her clit again.

I could feel her body jolt underneath
my touch. I steadied myself, one hand on her thighs, the other on her stomach. Her
skin was still warm from her bath and the soft cotton of her shirt trapped the
heat underneath it. Slowly, my hand trailed up her flat tummy and grabbed ahold
of her naked tit. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as I pinched and puller
her nipple until it budded erect.
 

I gave her a soft grin as I leaned
down, opening my mouth just a little, just enough to press her sensitive clit
against my lips. As I pressed her up against my kiss I let my tongue flick out.
I hollowed my cheeks and suckled at her sensitive nub.

As I pleased her with my mouth, I
could feel my whole body shake with pleasure. I wanted more than anything to
make her cum in an instant. I wanted to give her instant gratification, but I knew
it wouldn't please her.

Slowly I played the tip of my fingers
against her opening. My tongue flicked against her clit as my fingers dipped
inside her pussy. Her breathing sped up, I was doing it just as she liked. I held
my suckling kiss in position, thrusting my fingers in and out until she reached
down and patted my head in approval.

I pulled back. Her pussy was covered
in my saliva and her juices, slippery and wet and ready to cum for me. I wanted
to feel her fingers inside me, but I didn't dare ask, it wasn't my place.

A pet never made requests of her mistress.
I took what was offered and I took it graciously. I pushed my fingers a little
deeper as I slid my tongue around her clit with a girlish smile. I curled them
inside her wet slit, my tongue now lapping up and down her pussy like a horny
dog.

There were few things that I loved
the taste of more than her pussy juices, but when it came to the taste of my mistress's
cum, there was nothing else I would rather taste in the world. Once I had
begged her to squirt in a champagne glass for me and while she watched, I drank
the entire glass.

She said it was the hottest thing
that she had ever seen and I knew it was one of the best things that I had ever
done for her. I had asked my mistress to repeat the incident only once, but to
my dismay she refused and told me she simply ‘wasn't in the mood’ that night. I
hadn't asked again, although I had fantasized about it every time that I had my
face between her legs.

As I built up a steady speed with my
tongue I could feel my pussy dripping for her. I wanted her so badly that I thought
about abandoning all the rules and forcing her hand inside my tight slit. I knew
if I did there would be more than just ‘consequences.’ You didn't just make the
mistress do things, she gave it to you or you did not have it at all. I started
kissing against her clit, suckling at it with pursed lips.

“
Mmmm
.” She
looked down at me with a smile.

“Are you enjoying yourself, my pet?”
She asked in breathy and interrupted words. I nodded against her pussy.

“Not too fast now…” She reached down
petting my head, her fingers running through my hair.

 
She let out a quivered moan as I pushed my
fingers in and out of her pussy. I moved quicker knowing that she was on the
brink. Her body stiffened and finally that rush of wet sweetness squirted
against my mouth and along my tongue.

Quickly, I swallowed and gulped in
time for a second mouthful. Then a third. I wasn't going to waste a single drop
of her precious juices.

With the last squirt of her pussy I leaned
up and smiled. I could hear her hurried breathing. As I looked up and modestly
wiped my lips, I smiled at her innocently. She smiled back with labored breath.

“
Mmmm
, you
did well my pet.” Her tongue wetted her lips as she lifted her head to give me a
wink before settling back on to the pillow. I smiled happily.

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

Nothing made my happier than praise
from my mistress. Except attention from her, so when she decided to skip her dinner
meeting that night, I could hardly contain my excitement.

“I have a little something else
planned instead.” I listened to her intently.

That night couldn't come fast enough,
but when it did and when I found myself kneeling beside the dining table in
front of a plate of oysters while my mistress sat with her own plate, I knew
the night was going to hold some fun.

 
I had always been a fan of oysters and eating
a plate of them for my mistress was the most sensual experience. She watched my
devour each one and with each one I smiled shyly at her and licked my lips and
fingers clean after placing the shell back down on the plate.

The oysters were followed by a main
course of finger foods. This time I wasn't given my own plate, but my mistress
opted to feed me from her plate. As I knelt naked on my heels, my small perky
nipples erect in the cool air, I waited patiently for each bite to be slipped
in to my mouth. As she spooned each bite size piece of food between my lips, I would
smile and chew slowly with my eyes closed, truly experiencing each individual
taste before I swallowed and took a sip of her wine.