Erotic Fiction

SAVOR

Get down on your knees, slave.    Put your hands behind your back.

Yes, mistress.

Ah.   What a good, sweet boy you are.

Thank you, mistress.

Hmmm.    You’ve been my puppy love and my sissy boy.    Today, however, you are going to be my body worshipping slutty sex slave.

Yes, mistress.

Yes, mistress….yes mistress (in a mocking tone).    How about you say, ‘thank you mistress.   I would be honored to worship your body’ (mistress leans forward and slaps the slave curtly and sharply across the face)

Yes, mistress…..ummmm…uh… (stammering)….I mean….thank you mistress for allowing me the privilege of worshipping your beautiful body.    I am  so honored.   I do not deserve to touch you.

Now that is much better.  And, you are correct.    You do NOT deserve to touch me.    However, I am a gracious mistress, so I will allow you to touch me.  / Remind me of what the collar signifies.

Yes, mistress.    The collar signifies ownership.

And loyalty & obedience to me during our time together.

Yes.   Loyalty & obedience to you during our time together.

Excellent. (mistress puts collar on her slave)

Now….take your hands out from behind your back and unbutton my coat.

(slave eagerly grabs at mistresses clothes.    She reaches out and slaps his hand and pushes it away)

What the fuck was that?    You see, that is the problem with you boys, and, yes, you are all merely BOYS to me.    You just get so eager in the presence of a beautiful, dominant woman that you start grabbing and losing your shit.   It is very unattractive and INCREDIBLY pathetic and unappealing.   I am remembering the scene from the movie “Natural Born Killers” where our heroine, the murderess,  is about to fuck this dude on the hood of the car but he starts grabbing at her and trying to shove his dick in her before she has been properly prepared to receive it.    She, our heroine, says, in complete disgust and exasperation,  “[y]ou don’t have to be so eager” and she grabs her gun and shoots him in the head.       That is wht you are reminding me of right now.   A pathetic grab ass.    Lucky I do not have a gun within reach (laughs maniacally).   I am very displeased with you.   Let’s try it again.    Slowly.    With passion and confidence.    You wouldn’t gulp down a fine wine, would you?   Similarly with taking off a woman’s clothes.    You want to SAVOR every moment….not rush to the finish line.    Understood?

Yes, mistress.

Yes, what?

Yes, mistress.    I understand.   

Understand what?

That I am to SAVOR every moment and not rush to hurry things along.

That’s right.    Good boy.  Okay.   Let’s try again.     Slowly.

(slave reaches up and fumbles a bit; mistress slaps his hand away again)

Oh, come on.    I know you can do this.

(slave reaches up again.    This time he pleases mistress)

Yes.   That’s it.    Undo the top button of my coat S-L-O-W-L-Y.   S-L-O-W.    Mmmm.    Yes.   SAVO>   Now THAT is turning me on.   So much better than that grab ass I-am-still-in-puberty type of way you were trying to undress me before.    Savor me.   Savor the moment.    

(slave accomplishes unbuttoning the first button of mistresses coat every so slowly and with passion.   He actually surprises her with how good he is at it.    He moves slowly to the second button)

Have you done this before?  

No, mistress.

Ah.   What a quick learner you are, slave.   I am quite impressed.   Proceed now.

(slave slowly undoes mistresses second button)

Now, take your hand and lightly brush down my sides and then run your hand, ever so slowly and lightly inside the crease of my breasts.    Slow, deliberate action.    No grab-ass bullshit.    There.   That is so, so nice.    Slave.    My pussy is getting so wet with you undressing me ever so slowly.    I am anticipating receiving the worship you will give me

 

 

 

 

A short excerpt for a nude bodywork session –

He lay there.    Face down.     I poured hot oil all over his body.    I watched the oil drip down his spinal column.   I traced it with my fingers as it edged down over his lower back,  his sacrum, spiling, eagerly in between his buttocks, dripping down to where his genitals waited eagerly

for its arrival.     I reached my fingers down and latched on to his hard cock with one hand, while I dripped hot oil onto his throbbing member with the other hand.    He moaned.   His body writhed with pleasure under the intoxication of my touch.

We sat in the back row.    I thought we would be sitting in a dark, almost black back row where no other theater patrons could see what I was going to do to him during the course of the film.     About ten seats away there sat about 5 or 6 teenagers, munching away on their popcorn.  My first thought (the Catholic school girl in me):   “FUCK”.    My next thought (the indifferent teenager in me):   “Oh well.   Whatever”.  And the thought after that, my favorite thought of all (coming from the exhibitionist in me):    “HOT”.      I got excited.

The movie started.    We shared our popcorn.   Our elbows and legs touched.   The electricity and sexual chemistry grew.   I am 47.     He is 28.    Not more than 20 minutes into the film, he reached down and placed his hand on my leg.    I wore a dress with a tiny black g-string under it.   His hand slid up my thigh.    We made eye contact.    Deep, intense, penetrating eye contact.    That beautiful, sinister, turned-on look in his eyes was too much for me to bear.   My breath quickened and deepened.    I leaned into him.   Our lips touched.     I reached over and placed my hand on his hardness.    I undid his belt while maintaining eye contact in that dark, back row of the theater the entire time.    Slowly.   Ever so slowly, I unzipped his pants while his hand raised up higher on my thigh, finding my tiny little g-string underneath my dress.

Hello Professor.       I am addicted to you Professor.  Yes.    I know you are, student.  Do you have a lesson for me, Professor?  Whaty can I do to please you, beautiful professor?   To prepare for you?   Well….hmmm.    To begin, stroke your cock while you think about me.   Anything to please you, my most beautiful professor.   Tell me what is beautiful about me, student.   Tell me how you want to serve and please me.  Your eyes are so intriguing and hypnotic and the taste of your wet lips and your beautiful body.   I love your sexy body so much and I love the deviant look in your eyes when you are about to punish me.   Aw.   Good boy.    Are you stroking your cock?   Yes.   I am for you, my beautiful professor.  Tie it up.   Tie up your cock.   (he ties it up and sends me a picture)    Mmmm.    Hot.    What a good student you are.    DO NOT CUM.    You save that for me, do you understand?   Yes, professor.    Yes ma’am.     (pause).     May I stroke it for you in person?   Yes.    Meet me at the park.    You are going to stroke your cock in your car in the parking lot of the park and you are going to cum for me.    Keep it tied up.