M5...

Hanger handy, Mariana, Kelly's maid, opened the door.

"Curly bush, Hurry, Mistress waits for you."

Without hesitation, Marylou efficiently unzip her dress, pass it over her head and fold it on the hanger before passing it back to Mariana. The border of her smooth white puffy labia go over the panties while she graciously removed her shoes and pick up the slippers. Following, in her fine lingerie, Mariana in the corridor of Kelly house, transit Marylou from external reality to Mistress realm. The will to please saturates her emotions. Her nakedness elicits the weird tingling in her lower belly. Marylou accomplishes her ritual greetings to Mistress satisfaction, reveling in the familiar, enthralling, confusion of her sensitive clitoris rolling between her Mistress thumbs and forefinger. Oblivious to the keen interest of a visiting couple Marylou gives herself to the game. Her vigorous moans offer her arousal to Kelly's altar and set a strange atmosphere in the room. A small guttural cry from her throat punctuated the conclusion of the massage. She never orgasmed during salutations. Mistress stopped before crossing the edge and Marylou took the pleasure given without pushing.

"Sweet expressions my dear, arrange yourself."

Marylou pulled up the panties on her crotch.

"Mistress Linda, let me present you Marylou, my new panties slave."

Swiftly the well trained Marylou cross over to Linda armchair to expose again her glistening rosy Venus mounds. Linda's eyes explore the fullness of the flushed body. After taking a good measure of the offered flesh, Linda's forefingers seek the G-spot inside Marylou's vagina while her thumb press on the girl prominent love bud until she trembles feverishly.

"Your face in bliss evokes pure beauty."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Let me tell you our purpose. Some years ago, I met Sir James in circumstances similar to yours and, from that day, my arousal over passed my husband's. His lack of interest for my change and his eagerness to follow my suggestion mimics your story as told by Kelly. We decided to share our experience with you. Panties slaves pull them back up after the Mistress thank you my dear."

Flushing even more, from her mistake in protocol, Marylou relocated the fabric, still hanging loose in the middle of her thigh, to the top of her legs. The husband continued.

"One day my wife eagerness for sex burst out of her. I loved it without hesitation. Another day she tells me that it all steamed from a middle life passion! The truth knocked me down as a jealous and worthless wreck. Somehow that same day she found the strength to established herself as my Mistress. I had wanted it before and some pull lingered in it. In the beginning, the image of my wife, obeying Sir James obscene demands and screaming her head out under the plowing of his cock, devastated me. I felt worthless. Her persistent love carried me during this difficult period until I realized which set of her needs I could cover. Sir James potency filled her void without turning me into a useless man! She could love the lesser man filling most her life and fulfill her vaginal needs with better cocks. She gets the pounding, which to my dismay I still cannot give her, where she can. Denying her the chance was selfish and limiting. Today the deep seated satisfaction of our relationship overcomes any jealousy and her marvelous pussy provides me with delicious moment, which possibility I ignored in our previous life. My unique place in her heart comforts me. We enjoy our time together. Master presence wet her, no Viagra for me and no menopause dryness for her. Mistress Linda controls my dick. I do ejaculate when and where she said. I'm proud of it. I got my fair share of her pussy. She expects me to take my pleasure. She does not berate my early comings. The real delight of her interiors, appearing only after my submission, was worth suffering the jealousy and the humiliations. As added benefits, her position entitles me to attentions unattainable on my own, like being sucked by two naked beauties, and introduction to fancy parties. I do not regret the pains and hardship on my way to my submissive place. Her joy arouses me. I never stray from her pussy and I'm her only male slave. The years have proven the goodness of the deal."

"Imagine the thrill of your husband licking with adoration his come from your hand or waiting at your whim, the satisfaction of his hungry hard on filling your hand hoping for a favor! I love him so much. My love saves him from the death of jealousing alpha males privileges. The glow of my experience with James supported my dominating personae through rough waters. My husband doubted my abilities to love a submissive man or my dominating skills during the surprising diet I submitted him to. My Master taught me how to be a Mistress. As Master's slave I saw the benefits of my husband position. A strict regimen, pussy only on Saturday, my hand or his hand on Wednesday and humping on Friday, got him used to obey. When an exceptionally gallant action swung my mood, I treated him to my mouth. Skipping Wednesday or Friday milking meant no Saturday threat. The poor dear fought it quite hard. Do you remember my love?"

"Wanking in front of your wet pussy humiliated me. I died of jealousy for your subsequent insatiable appetite for my tongue afterward. I have been so envious of your pleasure. The unfairness of coming in my own hand before licking you without end was hard to overcome. Your blissful expressions rewarded me. I still cherish your face during my ministration."

"My dear never forget that a wife, running sexual affairs, brings her husband to a rediscovery of pussy capabilities. Hang onto that. You will come out fine. Submissive men have a hard time taking pleasure while covering your needs. Take charge and the delight of a welcoming sheath becomes his to enjoy. He will be very grateful. You will learn how to give him his need with enthusiasm when yours are well covered. First control his sperm production. Get him used to ejaculate when you said. The way you said. Make sure he cleans any mess. Don't make a big fuss about sneaky masturbation. Do make sure he spurts in every condition you request. Have a schedule and caprices. After a while he will not dare loose his spunk. Find imaginative ways, some he will apprehend and some he will crave. If you are going to let him come this day always make him come before licking you. They are quite lazy about it in the beginning. Don't relent. For some reason the licking get much better after a while when they don't expect anything from it. Never let him orgasm after pleasuring you. Let him have his way with your pussy when you let him in. Don't bitch about premature coming, make him suck his way out. When you are happy, let him have a quick taste of his own. If he displeases you leave him dry for a while. With you in charge, he will find his marks in your pussy. What do you think my love?"

"Mistress, I love you. I'm full of gratitude when I contrast my time inside you now versus before submitting. You have no anger when your pussy ravishes me into orgasm and you became generous for my pleasure. I thank you for the gift."

"Isn't he sweet? The poor honey wears his restraint because of you my dear. Doesn't evoking my pussy make you harder, honey?"

"You know very well, my adulated torment of a Mistress, the annoyance of a cock pushing against its restraint."

"Do you still love me?"

"That you also know."

"Show Marylou your restrained cock."

He organizes his clothes neatly on the floor. Mistress Linda grazed his genitals with one hand while the other played over Marylou's panties. Both submissive, showing signs of intense arousal, ate each over with their eyes.

"How do you feel about your husband's cock pushing against the leather?"

"Doesn't it hurt him?"

"Does telling your love secret in underwear hurts you?"

"I hate a lot of it. It changed my life."

"Look at him, drooling for you! Watching your proud nipples! You will remember your arousal and his, when your turn comes to lead the operations. He likes it. He whines sometimes but he likes it. Learning how to love a weak man took some practice. I do admire his ability to control, for me, his impulse to push his cock into me. I love his presence, his attentions and his serene acceptation of me. Dominant man cannot do that. Many of them stay alone because they cannot control themselves. My man does not stray from me, even with his throbbing cock inches from a hungry pussy. He promised me to never taste another pussy and I trust him. He remembers how new harmonies steamed from me only after somebody else fucked my sex awake. Your man will also trust you completely."

"I do despise my husband for his cock's limitations. He withdraws when I need him the most. We cannot talk about it. I got mad at him about coming too early quite often. It is useless. Someday I thought that he did not want to make any effort for me. I got so frustrated that often I'd rather not engage in penetration. He can't understand. He can't do anything about it. The guilt pushed him to suck me without demanding return, although only recently did he lick me after he came. I'm still in doubt about if he really likes it. He talked at one point about being my slave although nothing like the treatment you suggested. Some images were attracting but I'm afraid to hurt him. I do relish his cock throbbing for me. My recent comfort in presence of his hard cock did rejuvenate me. Demanding his emissions looks a great idea. It provides an easy way to deflate his cock and prolong his sexual plateau. I will try to set it your way."

"Our community will welcome your couple and sharing his experience with other man in his position will help."

"Thank you. He has been very eager to follow my suggestion recently but had not asked for me to be his Mistress in a long time."

"It does not matter. What kind of suggestion did he comply with?"

"He refrains from penetration after pleasing me. He also follows closely my rhythm while eating me"

"Very good my dear, you should not have any difficulty. Tell him about Sir James and tell him that you whish to be his Mistress."

"Just like that?"

"He may resist a little bit. Remember my own husband path while guiding him through his steps. He wants to serve you. He cannot fill you. Your angry hunger deprives him of the best a wife can give her husband. You both end frustrated. This scenario will make everybody happy. You get sated. He looses the guilt. He keeps an aroused wife around. Our community will help him cope with his hurt pride. Relax and go for it my dear."

"I will become Sir James slave and he will spank me."

"Don't make a big fuss of it. After he is done you will wonder why you were so scared of it. Slaves get spanked all the time. He does it to me too and worst. Your choice must be made."

"I have made it already."

"So stop whining about it."

"Thank you for your advice."

"When you have your husband in hand we will have lunch with our two men, my dear."

"I look forward to it."

Conversation with Maxime.

Seated face to face in the kitchen, during dinner, my husband perceived the trouble of my soul.

"Marylou what is eating you?"

"Shouldn't we talk about the recent changes in our sex life?"

"I love our new ways."

"My renewed interest may not be due entirely to the energy left in me since the children departure to college."

"Do we have to talk about that?"

"Yes, we do. The time had come."

"You are so dramatic. You scare me."

"You are not going to like it. Promise me you will love me whatever happen."

"You know I love you and I will always love you."

"I met a man."

"It was too good to be true! Your sudden passion came from another guy visits between your legs! You screamed in my arms thinking of him! I hate you. What I'm going to do! "

"We did not make love. No flesh ever entered me except yours. He freed the fountains of my sexuality without getting into me. Let me explain. I love you. I need you. I will renounce him for you. No other man has yet defiled my sanctity."

"Well then, let's forgets about him. I will forget the conversation. We will go back to our past life together."

"Please Maxime don't make it harder than necessary. Why loose today’s delight without a fight? Isn't it worth it?"

"I'm no cuckold and that is the end of it. I'd rather stay away from you than suffer hell imagining you with another man."

"Maxime don't you cherish my happiness?"

"You look sad while you say those words. We share wondrous memories from the last months but I will not condone your cuckolding me. The image of my wife, spreading her legs for another man, would pursue me in my dream."

"Look at me and stop hurting your pride with this horrible idea. You recently discovered great pleasure in a new way of spreading my legs for you and I enjoyed it too. Why throw away this harmony? Don't you like my warm body wrapping itself around you, full of passion? Why loose that?"

His hand was in mine and our gazes were locked. I opened my heart to him. My face, full of love, impresses a subtle change in his mind, hopefully erasing, during the emotionally loaded silence, the terrible picture obsessing him.

"How can I love you if I never know who your are screaming for? How could you love me if I accepted another man in your life?"

"Sir James catalyzes our love. I will build for you a special place that reaches full bloom with his presence. How could I embrace the man that froze my sexual life?"

"You could not love me if I demand respect for our vow?"

"Honey let's take a chance at a great passion. His space and yours do not mix. True the beginning will be hard for your manliness. He sprinkles a lot of humiliation on me in my submissive position. Only your sweet and considerate treatment, which enhances my confidence and beauty, allow me to take it. I will find a path for you. I will lead you to pleasure and peace. A little bit of him entitles me to completely appreciate you. Let's try it my love. The new height of our intimacy will largely compensate for the unusual situation."

The offering of endless night of passion contained in her announcement, reinforced by a promising body posture, shove reward on the other side of the scale. He cools down to reevaluate the past months. He knew deep inside that something was wrong with her moods changes. He pays now for his laziness and fear. He did not push for the truth. He had been scare to loose it. Now is the time to settle score. A willing wife warming one's bed every night might deserve effort.

"Why would we need him at all? Can't you love me without it? Can't you be passionate without him?"

"My love he stirred it. Mistress Kelly suggested lots of the power play we acted."

"Who is Mistress Kelly?"

ABC

"His associate. I visited her house twice a week since I met him. Sir James himself I saw only twice in fact. His treatment uncorked my submissive side. In parallel I could ask you what pleases me. I experienced the satisfaction of obeying a benevolent person will. His well established harem makes his desire purer. You please me with your attention to my person and I'm so grateful for it but the obvious need of your cock stop me from cloaking you in a magical savior clothe. With you my sexuality stays in parenthesis, opening only from time to time. His whish bursts open the barrier. You push me into sex occasionally. He breaks my resistance and promotes sex to a permanent fixture of my life. Let's respect the magic and enjoy it together. I would not be the first married woman submitting to him."

"What did you do there?"

"Well I stripped, model naughty lingerie, helped with house chores, masturbated, serve tea in compromising costume for guests and told too many details about my sex life in presence of lot of female flesh but no hard cock. "

"How did you get to serve a gang nude when you would not serve me dressed?"

"I cannot understand. It does not make any sense. It happened. He told me to strip and I did. His radiating presence renders his demands impossible to resist. Should we call that a magical aura? I do not know. As a matter of fact less than ten minutes after meeting him my panties were in my bag and one hour later my dress rested in a sales clerk hands. At Mistress home all those girls walk around stark naked without second though. The sex with you got much better. It betided very quickly. You know this phantasm of being taken in the street furtively in the entrance of a building, he elaborated on it although without taking me. Let's say that his dominant aura burst my submissive side."

The bulge in his pant told the change in the orders of his preoccupations. My submission to James turned the pig on.

"You pulled down your panties for him after less than two minutes! I cannot believe it!"

"It happened."

"Would you do it for me?"

"Certainly not. I intend to be your Mistress. I control my panties. My bout on the submissive side got me turned on the all scheme."

"You expect me to be your sex slave?"

"You behaved closely to one those days. We did follow pattern suggested by Sir James. You did notice those mood changes. How I responded to your wish at time and lead you at another’s."

"You got me by surprise. Why would you refuse me what you give to him?"

"You are you and he is him. I love you and I could not live everyday with you if I did for you what I do for him."

"I always dreamed of you searching for my pleasure."

"In that case why didn't you take advantage of my "use me" mood to fuck me silly?"

"I want you to be happy."

"Which is why I love you."

"Can't I be happy too? Can't you love me for who I'm?"

"I do. Recall those past weeks. You orgasmed much better when you suck me each time the mood hit me than when you got your ways. You need me to control the threshold of your ejaculations. In our years together too much sex left you moody and nervous, much snappier than when you don't have enough. In truth you frustrate yourself and I cannot do anything about it. You would hate a frustrated wife spending her time kneeling at your feet sucking on your dick. You would be guilty like hell and I would be board. Nobody will be happy if I let you treat me like he does. Your dick's dependence on your brain smashes its liveliness. Sperm's lost bland it for you. Your avowed interest had always been for the submissive position not the dominant one. You meekly followed my wants and you liked it. Make it happen my dear, face who you are. You like better a hard cock than a satisfied one. I will take good care of you my love. I have what it takes."

Silky tone, opposing the harshness of her words, evoked the unrivaled contact of her feminity in the right mood, the willingness of her mouth and the lightness of her hands. She spoke the truth, why fight with his natural place? Still the judge in his mind screamed fool! Everybody despise the cuckold, the butt of every joke. He thought that he would know, that it would be his choice and hence will not be a real one. Maxime cock hardens with eager anticipation. The last period was too good to abandon. He could pay the price. He did enjoy her controlling his path into the celestial area of physical pleasure. Her mischievous relaxed smile, at the sight of the developing bulge, signaled her victory against his jealousy. The benefit to his own instrument engrossed his mind instead of the liberality pledged to the other cock.

"Marylou would you really act as my Mistress?"

"I'm fighting for it now. What attracts you in the situation?"

"I hope to turn you on. I do I feel sloppy after orgasming and too often I came too early for you. Being dependent on you turn me on. I'm scared of ending up frustrated. I hate those nights when the lingering smell of your aroused feminity fills the air and my hard dick keep me awake. The humiliations will hurt me and I hate wanting it. I'm all tingly talking about it. I'll do what you say. We could adjust if it becomes unbearable. Could not we?"

"Some things never adjust back. I expect and hope than change will better us but don't fool you about ever getting back today power balance. Today I take care of you above my own choice; tomorrow you will care for me first, whatever I need, above your own choices. You will suck me to orgasm. I won't let you in."

"I already do that."

"Only since I met him. Also you will come when I say in the circumstances I said. You will wank for me and eat your come from my hand. How could you forget my presence in those moments? Those happening cannot be reversed. Undue pressures will play against you. You hand me over real power over your life. You will do more laundry and clean up. You will crave my mouth. You will see me screaming under another man. You will know I submit to my Master. The presence of your cock in my cunt will be justified by the delight it brings me and not your craving. Forget about being on your back while I hump you. Your pleasures depend on my choices. You better get good result when you play with my body, otherwise we will stop. I will never fake it. There is no need. You offer to please me when you like but you stop when I said. Too often, for you, you will nurse a hard on to sleep. How does it sound?"

"Marylou, let's give it a try. We were due for a change anyway."

"Husband, you ask me to take control over your dick?"

"Yes. I'm compelled. I cannot resist the light in your eyes. You have been so reluctant about it before."

"I have learn for myself the energy in the ambiguity of the situation."

"Painful reminder!"

"Do you already regret the license?"

"No I will obey your will."

"Shall we start now?"

"Yes Madam."

"Dinner preparation is on me during the week. You will serve and clean up. On week end we will work in the house together under my supervision."

"I'm quite tired after a day at work. Will I, at least, get vacations from time to time?"

"You requested me to quit my job to take care of our family so we will ignore that argument. You better close that topic because I could get a job as well. I take your question to be: Will I relieve you from service?"

"Will you?"

"My love, you will loose comfort in this new situation and some bridges are already crossed. The look of your pans pushes for it but I hear your fear. Should we call it a day?"

"Please Madam excuse my doubts. Do you have any regret down that path?"

"I want you to go for it but I would not switch with you. In our new deal, you obey my whish and I obey my Master. You will be jealous of him. You will loose comfort. I will gain some. I will love you. If you are aware of it and still choose to go for it. I'm merry."

"Could I hope for some solace in my suffering?"

"In time, trust me my love. I'm done with dinner. You may bus the table my love."

With a last look to her face he stood up to start collecting her plate. Her hand grazed the lump at his crotch while he froze, a plate already in the air. The vibes from his balls under the fabric confirm the depth of his commitment. She knew what to do next.

"Pull those pans down, my love, time to feel your skin."

His quiet removal of his pans and underwear free his erected dick for her hand's light grazing. His moans and pushes of his hips sealed their new deal. The harmony between their fleshes reached a new height. His cock did not frighten her at all. She could stop or continue at whish. She could have it go limp simply by wanking him to ejaculation. His marvelous erotic reaction left him in her palm. The feeling of achievement, from the maleness thriving between her finger, could finally activate, without any risk, the flow between her own legs. He will not plunge into her too early or excite her only to satisfy himself. Heretofore this warm long vibrating thing obeyed her whish. She let go of his cock.

"That's it for now my love. Get on your job."

"Thank you Mistress."

After a last moan, he grabbed his pans to pull them back up. On impulse she stopped him

"My love why don't you take them off?"

He sat on his chair for a minute to remove his shoes. Soon his pans and underwear disturbed the kitchen floor. His dick protruded strongly ahead of him while he set again upon his task. She stopped him again.

"My love you cannot expect me to take care of your clothes on the floor. Fold them nicely on your chair. Later you will bring them back in your closet which will make a perfect occasion to put on your yellow body top."

Nervous from her demands, he folded the offending object on a chair and set for the third time his attention upon cleaning the kitchen under the enervating gaze of his new mistress. Her regular pat of his bottom, for which he volunteered playfully the material, was quite uncomfortable in real life. After a while, satiated with his show, she left him at his task with her last instructions:

"Bring my tea in the living room after your are done and do not forget to change your attire."

His erection abated after her exit. He performed the requested details in his wife cleaning routine and went on it efficiently until the complete list was checked out. The air moving around his balls and his dick, jerking freely with his move, colored the job in a new light. The kettle on the fire, he dashed upstairs to grab the requested shirt, beating the whistle by almost half a minute. The tray in his hand rattles more his maleness than the missing pans when he entered the living room to the sound of his wife's voice on the phone.

"Amazing happening for me today. I met a happy couple at Kelly. The woman helped me to find a way to tell my husband."

He placed the tray on the table close to her. Strongly he commanded her attention.

"One moment dear, Maxime came in with my tea."

The voice on the phone responded:

"Lucky you to have married such a dear!"

He said:

"Whom are you talking to? I don't want you to tell all the world about our new arrangement."

In the phone Marylou said:

"One moment my dear"

Before continuing for him:

"Well those choices belongs to your Mistress my love. I have the confidence to let you know and I always tell Suzan what's happening in my life. She knows my taste for cuddling in your arms, the extreme quality of your tongue and the sensitivity of your trigger. You should thank me to be honest with you instead of doing it in your back. Now be a dear and pour my tea. One tea spoon sugar and a drop of milk."

"Yes Mistress."

The active pulsing of his cock did not escape Marylou attention. Suzan and Marylou relationship lasted since about four years. Suzan knowledge of those details explained some wandering of the conversation during dinner three days ago. The fact that she had always been privy to the details of their sexual life dwells on him. He wondered about the next visit. This event, which did not fit at all with his idea of the new arrangement, distresses him but his cock ignores his reticence.

"Sorry for the interruption my dear."

"You were at Kelly this afternoon."

"We discussed about informing my husband. How to tell him about Sir James and the fountain of my newfound lust."

"Did you reach a solution?"

"Yes I told him already!"

"And he brings you tea while you chat with me. Congratulation my dear!"

Standing in the middle of the room he listened to his wife conversation with a wrenched stomach. Her toes twitched tastefully. He sat at her feet to massage them. She covered the mouth piece to send him a sweet thank you.

"The afternoon itself was quite drenching. You remember how I have to wear this naughty teddy at her house?"

"Quite well, my dear. Small sexy things."

"Her maid stripped me in the entrance as usual. A couple was with her in the boudoir. Being presented in underwear changes the aspect of the conversation. Imagine, the man of the couple submit to the woman! They enthusiasm for the new balance in their life convinced me to try for myself. The man confidence, that the benefits compensated handily the loss of comfort, erased my guilt. The woman told me exactly what I needed to know to make it happen for myself. Also it became evident to me that I was jealous of Kelly position. The pain, I imagine in the submissive, make the Master the bad guy but the arousal submerging me here balanced it. She might abuse my meekness but I win too. As long as I kept some freedom it was all right."

"Congratulations my dear, you broke the codependence barrier! I' m so jealous of you. I whish I could be a small mouse to see what is happening."

"There may be ways."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it honey."

"You are smarter than me. Just tell me what's in your mind."

"Well, think about it for yourself. We will take it from there. I got to go now. Bye my dear. Sweet dreams."

"Bye..."

Marylou lay down the phone to give her full attention to the contact on her feet. His complete devotion procured an insight on unknown possibilities of her senses. His mouth, speeding up along her shank, crossed the knee level on its way to the top of her thigh.

"My dear, come up close to me for a minute, will you."

Still kneeling at her feet, he approached his face to her face. She guided his head on her bosom and embraces his shoulders in her arms. The joyful peace emanating from her appeased the twitch of his stomach. His hard cock pushing against her thigh comforts her. Her regular heartbeat resonated in his ear.

"You will wait for an invitation before you advance between my thigh, on my butt or around my breast. Any of your caresses on the rest of my body are welcome. The erogenous area belongs to me. Thank you for giving yourself to me without restriction. Trust me. Your happiness lives in my heart. I love the things you do for me."

Their passionate kiss sealed the agreement.

"Husband, would you like to hear one of my untold dream?"

"Sure, honey."

"You wank for me while peeking at my underwear. I receive your come in my hands and you lick them clean. You suck me to fulfillment. I long for you to make me cum after, only for me, without any interest beyond my pleasure."

"You are the Mistress."

She hold him tenderly for a while, wrapping his pulsing cock between her finger.

"Stand up, my dear."

Now both of her hands navigated his cock, balls and buttock while he moaned intensely, hoping for the contact to continue forever. The fresh, light touch of her fingers regales his crotch. The quick pulses on the front of his cock fires all over his mast. His moaning from the back of his throat called his love for her.

"Your turn now, my dear."

Her hands left his skin. He formed his fingers in a circle and moved it up and down his dick. He found contact with his own pleasure although lacking the surprise and fullness of hers. She was watching him. Fearing her contemptuousness, he did not dare check her expression. Wanking for his wife proved pathetic. Her declaration of love and promises to help him resonated in his ears, mitigating the shame. She was his Mistress. She tells him when to come and how. Her dress had gone. The triangle of her white panties captivated his gaze. Her body undulated for him. His contact got stronger and more precise. He kept switching from her tits almost visible under the light fabric of her bra, to her crotch. His hand cleared the path to his orgasm. He could come quite easily from there. He kept stroking. Should not he warn her of the imminence of his spurt? Unsure he slowed down the movement, losing the window. He wanted to watch her face, still he was afraid of her expression. Even if she was only amused instead of contemptuous the blow was hard to take. She could not be loving or proud of her man wanking for her. Well, she was his Mistress now. She had requested him to wank for her. He looked at her. She was amused, content and aroused. She talked:

"You will tell me when you are ready and I will tell when you to come."

"Yes, Mistress."

His movement accelerated. His breath accelerated. He could come anytime now. He told her:

"Mistress, your whish is my command."

"A little bit more, watching you makes me hot."

Her hands cruised on his thigh. Her body came close under his cock. His palms shake his dick. His face twisted from the titillations of the touches.

"Are you still ready, my love."

"Yes, Mistress."

Her hands came around his dick to collect his spurt.

"Let it go, my dear."

The added stimulation of her touch send him in a strange orgasm, a new type of sensation, long, strong and localized on the front of his cock. He did felt more satisfied than with most of their fuck. Her hands pearled with his come. He kneeled at her side willing to taste it from her. She inserted her gooey fingers one by one into his mouth. He licked his semen from her until the last drop, slowly recovering from his relief. The sleepiness common after orgasming falls on him.

"You will always lick your come when you spurt outside of me, won't you, my love?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Now you will not sleep yet. You will take care of my felicity. Wake up my sensuality. Touch me everywhere. Strip me. Kiss me everywhere. Now all my body is open to you."

He was sleepy but she was his Mistress. He mustered his forces to cater to her. His cock stayed limp while he warmed her body. His hands found her skin. The reaction of her skin awakens his mind. A divide on her panties marked her cleft. He grazed the groove pushing harder on the small spot. Her abandonment to his caress stirred his emotions. He enjoyed her obvious contentment. He slipped his fingers under the fabrics. She pushed against the touch moving her legs apart to call him and pushing her pelvis against him. She had his attention but his cock stayed limp. His other hand joins on warming all other her bottom. She whispered:

"Take it off."

He pushed down the damp fabric. Her engorged split received his caress. She whispered again:

"Touch me everywhere, down there. Don't forget my butt. Please, my love."

He grabbed all her bottoms in his hand, caressing and pressing. She shivered. She unhooked her bra.

"I'm ready for more. Suck it now."

He pushed open the labia to access her button. His position encouraged strokes lateral to her cleft. He created a rhythm, careful to monitor her slim reactions. He relished her fingers stroking his head indicating her mood. Her pelvis' pushes responded to his best strokes. Her taste was different. The smell encouraged his cock to extend a little bit.

"Your fingers, my love, please put your fingers."

He visited her interiors, searching for her reactions. Her vagina wall quivered for him. Her moans shrilled, forming in a rapid succession of single words, encouragements for his moves and announcements of her imminent joy. She shakes noisily under his caress. He listened closely during her orgasm to her finger tapping on his head to adhere to her subtle need of the moment. She took him in her arms for a while, thanking him for his gift, feeling his half hearted hardness.

"I need more. Can you give me more?"

"You made me come already. I'm not twenty anymore, my dear."

"Don't be silly. I need more of your mouth. Get the dildo. I need to be filled up. Will you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

He came back with the silicone.

"Lay on the floor on your back."

She holds the dildo on his chest and impaled herself on it before sitting on his head, her sex pushing on his mouth.

"Pull your tongue out and make a small hole at the end of it."

He did.

"Leave it there. I will move."

She crunched her pelvis all around the point of his tongue. Humping his tongue she send herself to a string of orgasm. Her wetness overflowed on his cheek and in his nose, submersing him in juices and smell. The intensity of her need tired and overwhelmed him. He was scared that one day such demand might target his cock. He could never stay hard long enough to spend her. She finished her party. They went to bed holding tenderly to each over.

The following day Marylou set up Friday night for Sir James dinner. At Kelly Marylou received the last details for the evening's format. She will serve Sir James while he entertains her husband. She will express her best submissive attitude toward Sir James and don't forget the signs. The request of taking her must come from her husband. She will offer herself until her husband allows consummation. The penetration will turn her into Sir James slave.