Slave's Just Desserts

   "Yes, Mistress,"  I responded.  I did as told and walked into the living room with my eyes lowered.  She sat in Her chair with a somewhat bemused expression on Her face.
  "Here, kneel before Me and remove My shoes,"  She commanded.
  I knelt at Her feet and pulled off Her shoes, eagerly performing our daily ritual with an air of reverence.  I then massaged Her feet gently, as She sighed in pleasure.     "I see you've been busy,"  She said, eyeing the neatness of the room;  "Have you prepared dinner for Me?"  She asked.
  "Yes, Mistress," I responded. "I've made one of Your favorite dinners."
  "Good,"  She responded indolently;  "Draw me a bath, and while I'm bathing, set the table for Me, so that I may dine when I'm finished."
  I went into the bath, poured the foaming bath oil into the tub, and began to run the water, making sure that it was just the right temperature.  Again I knelt, waiting for my Mistress to enter.  She came in, took off Her robe, and gingerly stepped into the tub.  She sighed a deep sigh of pleasure as She sank into the luxuriant fragrance of the bath.
  "I'll call you when I want you,"  She said, dismissing me without a glance.
  I went into the kitchen and prepared to set Her place at the dining room table.  I carefully laid out the place mat, serviette, china and silver, and then I augmented the setting with a delicate crystal wineglass.  I then returned to the kitchen to put in the pasta and to stir the teriyaki chicken breast and vegetable mix that She so loved.  As I finished adjusting the seasoning just so, I heard Her call.
  I quickly walked into the bathroom, being sure to knock and to wait for permission before entering.
  "Help Me out and dry Me, slave,"  She commanded.
  I did as told, carefully rubbing the fresh towels over Her silky, delicate skin, while she stood motionless, waiting for me to finish.  She sat on the stool by the dressing table and waited for me to carefully dry Her feet.  Then She rose wordlessly and went into Her boudoir to dress.
   In the meantime, I returned to the kitchen to add the finishing touches to my Mistress's dinner, and to wait for Her.  She came into the dining room some 10 minutes later, wearing a rather long, black leather skirt with a slit at the side that occasionally showed a glimpse of Her black silk-stocking clad leg, a black silk bustier that left Her beautiful white shoulders bare, and open toed stiletto high heels.  I pulled the chair out for Her and helped seat Her.
  I went to the kitchen to serve Her meal, and brought it to Her at the table.  She sat silently, not looking at me, as I approached Her from the right, knelt, and placed the plate in front of Her with lowered eyes.
  "Wine."  She said softly.  I went back to the kitchen to bring out the chilled bottle of Chablis that I now opened, kneeling beside Her.
   As I poured the wine from my awkward kneeling position, I inadvertently allowed the neck of the bottle to touch the rim of the glass.  Her eyes met mine and She raised one eyebrow.
  "I beg your pardon, Mistress." I stammered.
  "Turn around!"  She commanded.
  I obeyed and immediately felt the cold comfort of the steel handcuffs snap around my wrists.
  "I just don't know what to do with you."  She said. "Stay!"  I remained where I was as She rose and walked out of the room.  She walked into the kitchen and then walked to the back of the house, where She stayed for a short period of time.  She came back into the room carrying a small bowl
that She placed on the floor under the dining room table.
  "Get under the table, slave,"  She commanded quietly.  I obeyed, and She sat down again, carefully sliding the bowl toward me with the toe of Her stiletto heeled shoe.  I looked and realized that She had urinated into the bowl, and knew then what my punishment would be.
  "This will be your dinner."  my Mistress said in a soft, silky voice. 
"Be sure to empty your bowl."
  I lapped at the brackish, somewhat bitter, warm and salty liquid like a dog while She amusedly enjoyed the balance of Her dinner. Eventually, I managed to empty the bowl completely, not without spilling some of the liquid on the dining room floor.  She saw the droplets that had spilled and commanded me to lick them up.  "Waste not, want not,"  She said with an ironic smile.
  She unlocked the handcuffs, and as I set about cleaning the dinner dishes, She went through the house inspecting the work I had done that day.
  I had just finished wiping the counters and the sink when she entered the kitchen.  "Not only were you to do all the things on the list I gave you, you were to do them right,"  She said.  She snapped the leash on my collar and took me through the house, pointing out areas of work with which She was dissatisfied.
  "I think it's time that you received some corrective discipline,"  She purred through clenched teeth;  "Prepare yourself!"
  I obediently put on the leather wrist and ankle restraints, removed my black leather G-string, making me completely naked and vulnerable, and followed Her as She led me on the leash to the dungeon.  I could smell Her hair as I followed Her, awaiting the pain with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
  In the dungeon, She fastened my wrists and ankles onto chains so that I stood spread-eagle and exposed.  Then She put the rubber ball-gag into my mouth, tightened it, and then walked around me, inspecting Her handiwork.
  Suddenly, the riding crop bit across my back and I flinched, unable to cry out because of the ball gag.  Again the crop cut across my flesh with a sharp smack and again I flinched.  She whipped me with an unhurried, methodical rhythm, enjoying Herself.  Each stroke was as hard as the one previous.
   Finally, when She saw the tears streaming from my eyes, She said "Only five more," and laid these on with particular ardor.  She walked out of the room and left me there for nearly 15 minutes.
  When She returned, She unfettered me and refastened the stainless steel leash back onto my collar.  "Turn around,"  She commanded.  Again the steel handcuffs slipped around my wrists.  She led me back to the salon and said, "kneel."
  I slid down onto my knees.  She walked around behind me and undid the strap on the ball gag.
  "You mark so beautifully,"  She murmured, as She traced her fingernails across the reddish-purple welts on my back. "It makes Me wet to look at those marks on your back, knowing that I am the one who put them there."
  She took my leash and led me to Her chair.  As She settled comfortably back into the down-filled leather chair, She said, "You know what to do."
  I responded by leaning forward and kissing the tips of Her stiletto-heeled shoe.  "Apply a little tongue, if you please," She said.  In response I fervently and lovingly licked the entire surface of both patent leather shoes, making sure not to touch Her silk stockings with my tongue.  I could hear the rustling of Her leather skirt, but knew not to look up as I ardently tried to please Her.
  "Stop!"  She commanded.  Immediately I stopped and straightened myself into the required kneeling position.  She was peeling the silk stockings down Her slender, shapely legs, slipped her shoes off and slid the stockings off over Her toes.
  "Now you may resume in earnest,"  She said, as I bent forward at the waist to lick Her toes.  I knew that somehow I was being rewarded by being allowed to touch Her silken, bare skin with my tongue.  Her breathing quickened as my tongue lovingly slid between Her toes.
  "You're beautiful in that position,"  She said, surveying my bare, weal-streaked back;  "This pleases Me very much."
  Slowly and methodically, I licked my way across and around each of my Mistress's feet, along the sole, across the instep, around Her heel and to Her ankles.  As I did this, She began to tug at my leash, forcing me up beyond Her ankles.
  "Don't forget to lick My legs too, slave," She purred with obvious pleasure.
   I licked Her right leg completely up to Her knee, and then repeated the procedure up Her left leg.  Once I reached Her thigh, I continued upward eagerly.
  The riding crop suddenly bit across my back as She said, "Not too fast!  You must learn to take your time when pleasing your Mistress, slave."
   "Yes, Mistress,"  I responded; "please forgive my impertinence, Mistress."
   I returned to Her right leg and worked every inch, slowly, methodically and lovingly with my tongue.  Soon I reached the top of Her thighs, licking just to the edge of Her undergarments.  By the pace of her breathing and the sweet, musky scent emanating from the diaphanous fabric of Her panties, I knew my Mistress was in a state of arousal.
   "Listen carefully, slave," She said;  "I will tell you this only once.  I want you to remove My panties with your mouth, being very careful not to hurt Me or damage My panties.  Do you understand?"
  "Yes, Mistress." I whispered.  I gently and slowly worked the black silk over Her hips and down Her legs until I knelt before Her like an obedient dog, holding Her panties in my mouth.
  "Well done, slave," She praised me; "Now come back!"
  My lips closed over Her labia and my tongue gently parted Her hair until I tasted Her soft, warm, somewhat salty secretion.  She drew her breath sharply as my tongue found the magic spot on Her clitoris.
  "Easy," She whispered.
  I withdrew and licked the area between Her labia firmly and ardently just as She had taught me.  She touched the back of my head, which was the signal that I should enter.  Again, She drew a sharp breath as my tongue slid into Her, discovering the source of Her nectar.  I explored Her by extending my tongue deeply into Her vagina, tears forming in my eyes at being so honored.  And, as She painstakingly and painfully had taught me, my tongue curled inward and upward to the slight rough spot inside Her that I now fervently caressed.
  Her explosion came quickly and not unexpectedly, as She moaned in wild abandon. I continued caressing Her with my tongue as She had taught me, awaiting Her next order.
  Again and again She climaxed, until finally, She snapped her fingers, and almost reluctantly, I assumed the original kneeling position.
  "You've pleased Me well, slave,"  She whispered;  "As a reward, I will allow you to sleep chained to the foot of My bed tonight."


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