"Well?"

"Miss, it's going to hurt."

"No it won't. Not if you don't use your tongue too hard, like you usually do; it won't hurt me at all, I promise."

"Not you, Miss. Me."

"You? How can licking your Mistress hurt you?"

"My cage, Miss."

"You're not going to lick with your cage. What's that got to do with it?"

"I'm going to get an erection, Miss."

Men.

"Well don't. It's me who's getting serviced here, not you. Just lick me and keep your little willie under control. Now, any more delays and I'm going to get very, very cross with you, Mr Loverman. Knees! Crawl!"

Mr Loverman dropped to his knees, his little apron dangling onto the carpet and his backside exposed. He crawled towards me and I spread my legs further, lifting my skirt a fraction. He burrowed his head underneath it, his cheek grazing against my knee and sliding upwards, running the length of my thigh, until he was nestled within my clothing, the back of his head bulging upwards. I heard him moan in pain and knew that his cock must be trying to erect and was pressing painfully against the constricting dimensions of his cock cage. It would be excruciating, I knew, and his rising excitement as he smelled me and his tongue approached his Mistress's pussy, would ensure that he couldn't do anything to prevent it. Through the fabric of my skirt I grabbed his ear and pulled him up, forcing his face against my panties.

"Lick!"

Mr Loverman emitted a pitiful yell as the contact with his Mistress's haven sent a dart of excitement through his cock, causing it to try to expand and, once more, to come into conflict with his cage. Gingerly, he began to lick, the track of his tongue at first almost indiscernible through the fabric of my panties. Gradually, as the panties moistened and his touch became firmer, I began to experience a wonderful, rolling, rhythmic rush of feeling spreading through my pussy lips and deep inside me. Mostly, his nose was pressed against my clitoris, and as he moved his mouth and tongue in search of his Mistress's satisfaction, it afforded gentle, pulsating stimulation.

Mr Loverman's upper body was hidden beneath my skirt, but his bare backside was clearly visible, and I tried to smack it. I couldn't quite reach and adjusted my position, pulling my left leg down and sitting squarely on the settee. This pulled Mr Loverman closer into me, pressing his nose more firmly against my clit and fixing his mouth to my panties; and as I reached forward, my back convex and stretching, I was delighted to discover I could reach his backside. Half a dozen firm smacks on his bared flesh ensued, along with the remonstration to lick harder. I was getting deeply turned on by now, and my pussy was soaked and craving more direct contact. Lifting my legs, I pushed Mr Loverman's head from under my skirt and he emerged, red-faced and panting. His face was creased with pain and it was evident that the battle between his erection and his cage was still raging.

"All right there?"

"Yes, Miss," he breathed, his expression clearly articulating that he was far from all right.

"Splendid. Remove my panties." I lifted my hips and Mr Loverman felt inside my skirt, reaching for the waistband of the panties and sliding them down my thighs. They were soaked, with both my juices and Mr Loverman's saliva, and there was a satisfying silver slick down the crotch. I studied them and nodded.

"You're going to sleep with these in your mouth tonight," I told him "That'll be nice, won't it." He nodded meekly. "Stand up. Kneel on the settee, get close, I want to see that little cock of yours in its cage."

Mr Loverman perched himself on the settee, one leg on the ground and crooked at the knee. Leaning forward, he steadied himself on the settee back and presented himself to me. His cock looked very painful, red raw and straining against the confines of his cage. Clearly, despite the pain it engendered he could do nothing about his cock trying to become erect. I tickled his upper thigh, stroking my fingernail in steady circles, advancing towards his balls. I scratched towards his perineum, running the edge of my nail along its length from balls to arse, knowing that this drove him crazy and would send the blood coarsing once more towards his tortured cock. He let out an anguished, strangled scream.

"Do you love serving your Mistress, Mr Loverman?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Even when it hurts you like this?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Excellent. Back under the skirt, then, and start licking again. I have a climax to attend to."

Mr Loverman backed off, not sure whether to be relieved that the stimulation of my fingernail was over, or alarmed that the new torment of my bared pussy was awaiting. He sank to his knees once more and, without waiting for me, took the hem of my skirt and lifted it. How sweet, I thought, Mr Loverman settling himself into position, his rightful place beneath me and hidden from view. Once more his head slid towards me and I felt his breath on my pussy, followed by the first touch of his tongue. A dart of pleasure stabbed through me, followed by another as his tongue slid the length of my lips, running down the channel between them, sliding them apart and flickering into my hot and sensitised canal. Once more his nose pressed against my clit and I felt for it beneath my skirt, smoothing my hands sideways, pulling myself open and allowing my clit to appear from beneath its protective hood. I yelped as Mr Loverman's nose came into direct contact with it and settled back contentedly as he continued to tongue me. He was becoming more adept by the day, the endless practice I forced on him improving his technique and developing his patience. Slowly, deliberately, he lapped and stroked me, following the rhythm of my hips, sensing when I wished to speed up and increasing the pressure of his tongue strokes in tandem.

I pulled at my nipples through my blouse, sliding my breasts free of my bra and scratching delicately at my areolae. I could sense that my climax was imminent and I began to spank Mr Loverman once more, gradually increasing the speed of my strokes until, as the first waves of passion flooded through my womb, I was beating a constant tattoo on his reddening cheeks. I couldn't reach much of him and my blows were falling on the same area of upper buttock, making it, no doubt, especially painful. Mr Loverman's tongue flashed in and out of me in accord with the rhythm of my handstrokes and I pushed his face into me, sliding his nose once more flat against my aching clitoris. I screamed as a thunderbolt of pleasure arced through my insides, and quicksilver darts of pleasure rippled down my thighs and up into my chest. A flush of excitement washed over me, leaving me suddenly hot and breathless, and a huge wellspring of sexual release flooded through me. My pussy was on fire, like lava tripping down a mountainside and every muscle was tensed with the ecstacy of the moment.

I lay back and smiled, lifting my skirt and revealing the hot and flustered face of my little pet.

"Jolly good, Mr Loverman. Now then, Mistress needs something to eat."