A Dom's Tale

He leans back, Godfather-like, in the chair. She's kneeling in front of him. Collared: she's half with him, half en vacence in her head.

His cock stiffens as, trembling, she rests her face against his knee. Slowly, she starts kissing her way down his calf, running her tongue through his hair, circling his ankle, until she reaches his foot. And there in an agony of ecstasy, she kisses it.

He asks her if she feels humiliated. Her head shakes out her answer from far below. Perhaps it's the sheer exoticism of abasement, of doing something so taboo she would never, ever countenance it outside the four walls of this room.

She's shuddering now, almost crawling on the floor. Her back is before him, he can see the length of her spine, the shape of her arse through her transparent pink panties, the redness of her arse. The redness he gave to her.

She's moving up his thigh now, towards his upright cock. As she passes she takes him in deep, sucking him to the back of her throat. Even when she gags and comes up for air with a choking noise, and oh how he likes that sound of choking, she swiftly returns to pounce on his cock, devouring it, aiming to please him, to make him happy. To make him happy with her.

She leaves his cock and starts down his inner thigh. Her hair is tickling against his leg and he can hear her moaning. This was her idea, not his. She'll do this occasionally. She'll slip in a "I have been thinking of", or "I'd like to try.." He remembers the embarrassment on her face as she told him that she wanted to do this, to sit at his feet. The memory of that embarrassed expression makes him throb. He wonders if she has a list of these things, or whether seeds are planted in her head and she just reveals them as they blossom. When she is ready.

She's reached his other foot now. Her arse is high up in the air now and the sight of it makes him stand. He know she likes this. To feel her smallness beside him. To feel her weakness revealed against his strength.

With a lion-like growl he sends rivulets of cum down her back. Streams of spunk snake down her spine. She's so carried away with the fantasy she doesn't feel him write his name on her back. She doesn't need to. She's already admitted she belongs to him.