SubmissiveMidwesternMan
Experienced
- Joined
- Aug 15, 2017
- Posts
- 67
It was Sunday and that always meant one thing, a day of cleaning, and while that may sound drab to some to Daniel it meant a day with his Mistress and who could ask for more than that? He particularly loved the days she wore strappy peep toes shoes while she provided supervision. This morning started with dishes and laundry. Laundry was easy enough, though he always felt an extra watch eye on him, as if she feared he’d take your stockings for his own amusement later. He wouldn’t, but still liked that she thought he might, as it led to a beautiful terseness in her voice that brought shivers to his skin. Next came dishes - a favorite and a bane for it only meant one thing – trying to focus on clean dishes while enduring her merciless tease.
The sink full of bubbles and warm water, lips dry he swallows hoping for what comes next. As he hoped she hops up on the counter next to him and starts the pleasant conversation between just them. He adores this time, away from the world, away from everyone, just the two of them always amazed at how the feel of it brings him completeness, as if he can unlock what he keeps hidden from the world. “Have you been good my pet?” she questions, watching as his strong hands dip below the water, cleaning the plates and dishes and spoons. Moments role by and they just are, conversation mingled with her various teases, with him doing his best to provide tease back at her in a way that won’t lead to his back side turning red.
As dishes finish “time for the floor daniel.” He rejoices at the movement of her pretty lips. Quickly swept and then a swifter around the floor until he is shining. He’s rushing.. and she knows it, and won’t have it. “You’ve missed a spot,” she calls to him, whip pointing to the location on the floor she wants. He looks, its clean, he can see the shimmer on it and realizes that isn’t what this is going to be about, “and you know what that means...” the raspy edge comes through. He lowers to his knees at the spot, and hears the click as her heels meet the floor, but doesn’t look up. His tongue extends and swipes lightly on the floor.
Click. Click. Click. Becoming louder as she nears him, he knows not to look up. She slips her foot in front of his face, no words this time but he understands. His lips feather over it, offering delicate kisses. They slow, no hurry as his lips part and his tongue brushes against the velvety skin of her toes. Oh that sigh of hers as he kisses deeper, the sigh of relaxation, it is music to him the thought that he can make her feel like that. That she lets him give her that feeling. Slow and steady his lips adore every inch of her beautiful foot reacquainting himself with her toes, with the arch of her foot, with the heel. “Take it off,” a delicate whisper. As he does she withdraws her foot and places it on the floor offering him the next one, where they repeat his adoring ritual. She again sighs, both from the feel of his lips, but also in her own contentment that she understands what he needs and how to give it to him. She watches with care in her eyes as he displays his affection, worshiping the beautiful foot. “Take it off” again a delicate whisper, but with the edge of need in her voice.
“I think there is time for one more load.” He looks up and she pulls his face to the front of her skirt. Light kisses through the fabric as she slowly backs into the washing machine, never letting his kisses cease. He crawls to be with her. Her fingers slide under her flowing skirt, to the unknown, slipping down her panties until the rest upon his face. Dewy nectar and intoxicating scent, the look on his face, she can see the excitement she provides. She bunches up her skirt and sits delicately back on the washer, the soft rumble of the spin dry cycle providing a small vibration through her. Her eyes fixed on him and she gives a small nod. His lips slide up her thigh, tasting her sweetness, devouring her, “mmm” he coos at the first taste. He can taste the passion rising in her lost completely to this. She glances at the timer on the machine, five minutes… “play with it” his hand falls between her legs, her hand entwines in his short hair, pushing him deeper between her thighs. She takes what she needs until she cums just as the machine plays its chiming jingle, he whimpers with need. “I told you there was time for one more load” she hops off, “now switch the laundry and fold what’s in the drier. I’ll see you after my shower.”
The sink full of bubbles and warm water, lips dry he swallows hoping for what comes next. As he hoped she hops up on the counter next to him and starts the pleasant conversation between just them. He adores this time, away from the world, away from everyone, just the two of them always amazed at how the feel of it brings him completeness, as if he can unlock what he keeps hidden from the world. “Have you been good my pet?” she questions, watching as his strong hands dip below the water, cleaning the plates and dishes and spoons. Moments role by and they just are, conversation mingled with her various teases, with him doing his best to provide tease back at her in a way that won’t lead to his back side turning red.
As dishes finish “time for the floor daniel.” He rejoices at the movement of her pretty lips. Quickly swept and then a swifter around the floor until he is shining. He’s rushing.. and she knows it, and won’t have it. “You’ve missed a spot,” she calls to him, whip pointing to the location on the floor she wants. He looks, its clean, he can see the shimmer on it and realizes that isn’t what this is going to be about, “and you know what that means...” the raspy edge comes through. He lowers to his knees at the spot, and hears the click as her heels meet the floor, but doesn’t look up. His tongue extends and swipes lightly on the floor.
Click. Click. Click. Becoming louder as she nears him, he knows not to look up. She slips her foot in front of his face, no words this time but he understands. His lips feather over it, offering delicate kisses. They slow, no hurry as his lips part and his tongue brushes against the velvety skin of her toes. Oh that sigh of hers as he kisses deeper, the sigh of relaxation, it is music to him the thought that he can make her feel like that. That she lets him give her that feeling. Slow and steady his lips adore every inch of her beautiful foot reacquainting himself with her toes, with the arch of her foot, with the heel. “Take it off,” a delicate whisper. As he does she withdraws her foot and places it on the floor offering him the next one, where they repeat his adoring ritual. She again sighs, both from the feel of his lips, but also in her own contentment that she understands what he needs and how to give it to him. She watches with care in her eyes as he displays his affection, worshiping the beautiful foot. “Take it off” again a delicate whisper, but with the edge of need in her voice.
“I think there is time for one more load.” He looks up and she pulls his face to the front of her skirt. Light kisses through the fabric as she slowly backs into the washing machine, never letting his kisses cease. He crawls to be with her. Her fingers slide under her flowing skirt, to the unknown, slipping down her panties until the rest upon his face. Dewy nectar and intoxicating scent, the look on his face, she can see the excitement she provides. She bunches up her skirt and sits delicately back on the washer, the soft rumble of the spin dry cycle providing a small vibration through her. Her eyes fixed on him and she gives a small nod. His lips slide up her thigh, tasting her sweetness, devouring her, “mmm” he coos at the first taste. He can taste the passion rising in her lost completely to this. She glances at the timer on the machine, five minutes… “play with it” his hand falls between her legs, her hand entwines in his short hair, pushing him deeper between her thighs. She takes what she needs until she cums just as the machine plays its chiming jingle, he whimpers with need. “I told you there was time for one more load” she hops off, “now switch the laundry and fold what’s in the drier. I’ll see you after my shower.”
