sighs on knees

[kneeonsigh]

Yes, My Sweet Queen, you have my imagination running rampantly through me
(and hopefully through you). I see our meeting with such clarity, the
excitement is quite physically evident in me. To serve My Queen, for her to
serve me, such a wonderful fantasy. Wonderful for it can change from fantasy
to reality.
How will it happen, my love? After first eye contact, the first tender hug
and kiss. Perhaps you start a bit gently, to teach me the way. You kiss me,
and tell me to stand before you, and not to move. As I stand there, and watch
you, you begin to take off my clothes, telling me, to watch and learn how to
do so in your presence, for this is the last time you will do this task.
After you are done, and I stand quite naked in your sweet presence, your
hands reach to my head, urging me to my knees with soft pushes, once again, a
lesson, that will not be matched in this gentleness. I reach the floor with
my knees, and continue to your feet, to hold in my hands, one at at time, to
kiss, to run my tongue between your toes, to caress your soles (soul?) with
my tongued kisses. Slowly, you wrap your crop around my neck, to lift me.
Up to your ankles, your calves, behind your knees, all receiving my humble
attention. As I move up your sweet legs, my head is now totally under your
robe, as I move towards your now moist
sex places. I sigh and moan as I can smell the fragrance of our juices, and
hope you allow my tongue to taste these. Abruptly though, you pull hard on
the crop, telling me to stand, which I do without dawdling. You slip your
robe off before my eyes, and lay down, telling me to fetch the bowl of warm
water, with the scented soaps and oils, to commence washing you, taking care
to clean thoroughly the sex places that you will allow me to worship, "soon,
my King, soon" you coo into my ear. Taking wondrous care, I cleanse
thoroughly the temple that is you, my Queen. I watch your face (when you
allow me) to see the lustfilled passion. I love to see your head thrown back,
for it tells me I am doing my job well. I take the soft sponge, and slowly
work down your neck, to your breasts, circling them slowly and making my
circles smaller with each turn, until I reach your nipples. I know you want
special attention there, so I reach my face down to the soapy water bowl, and
take a mouthful of the liquid, then I cover
one, and then the other nipple with my mouth, careful not spill, and soak
each nipple, with the water in my mouth. I can tell your sensitive nipple
love this, for I feel them harden, like tiny penises in my mouth. I love the
feeling of making your womanly erections.
Is there more to the story?

 

[Guest]

Funny how men think of my nipples as tiny penises.... I think. Wonder if they ever considered it was the other way around?

I bask in his attentions. My body warranted them. He was my favorite slave, and I assured him of this fact when I felt it necessary.

Laying back against the pillows fit for the queen I am, I move my legs suggestively at him.

"Tell me you want me." I say, teasing him as he primps my body. He knows he could not deserve to thrust his cock up inside me so easily, but sometimes she did. I never let him know until I needed a cock such as his.

 

[kneeonsigh]

"I do want you" he said softly, gazing at the apex of her suggestively parted legs. He knew her body language, and was even more arroused at her invitation to primp her, to lavish her with carresing touches.
He smiled at her "rhetorical" question, as his mind's eye imagined her suggestion, that his cock was erect, as her nipples. He wondered, if by thinking this, would tonight be a night she was have him enter her? These thoughts only increased his attentions on her sponge bath. He took special care to slowly wash the inside of her soft, velvet, thighs, to gaze upon her lovingly, to see if his "primping" was creating the moist reaction he hoped for..........