This is How I'd Like My Coffee
"Why should I choose you, little
man?"
"I don't know Governess. I will do my best to please you,
follow your orders and obey your commands."
"What's special about
you?"
"I'm tall and strong, you would enjoy having me serve you,
ordering me around and knowing I will obey you because I want
to."
"Yes, that's very true." The Governess stepped closer to run
her fingers through the hair of the athletic, tall man kneeling before her.
"What else do you have, how would you seduce me?"
"Seduce you... I
don't understand Governess. Can a sub seduce a Governess?"
"I'd
certainly hope so." She looked down at him, pinning him to the floor with the
look in her eyes.
The man shifted on his knees, stalling for time
to think. "I would kiss your feet, your toes, showing you how
subservient..."
"No." She stopped him. "That doesn't interest me. I
don't want a sub who is a weak man."
He breathed in deeply and
inside he smiled. It wouldn't do for her to see his smile but suddenly a light
seemed to open in his mind and the possibilities were glowing. She wanted a man
to command, not some mewling half man. This was getting much more interesting
and arousing than he had ever expected.
"So? When do you think you
will answer my question?" She asked, bumping his shoulder with her leg. She
bumped him again, almost enough force to knock him down from his kneeling
position.
"May I show you Governess?" He looked up at her face this
time, smiling slightly, very slightly.
"If you think you have
something to show me, you may."
He rose to his feet, slowly.
Watching her eyes he stood to his full height, towering over her by more than a
foot. He was a big man, broad shoulders, large hands and muscular, a soccer
player. Moving slowly, he stood behind her, pressing his body close to hers,
enjoying the feel of her silky gown over his bare skin. She stood, still,
waiting.
He covered her shoulders with his hands and began
caressing, massaging, pressing his touch into her skin. She said nothing but he
felt her lean back into him, just a little. Taking that as a good sign he moved
to her neck. His hands easily covered her whole neck, warming her chilled skin.
He let one hand drop down to her hip, just resting there, giving her the chance
to knock it away if she chose. She didn't. He felt her waist, hip and dared to
move over her round bottom before feeling up the curve of her back to rest on
her shoulder again. Her breathing had gotten shallower, a little faster. He was
becoming more than just a little aroused himself.
"Is that an
answer to your question Governess?"
"Yes, that's a start." She
pulled away from him, left him standing alone, half aroused and suddenly feeling
the chill of the room. "You may now go into the kitchen and make me a coffee. I
like a good coffee, with cream, not too much cream but it should be tan looking
not brown. When its ready you may bring it to me on the balcony." She turned and
left, picking up a few magazines from a stack he had left beside his bed. The
dark red silk of the gown swayed over her curvy bottom. Having felt it once he
was more than eager to feel it again.
Jarring himself from
fantasies he wrapped a towel around his waist and left to make coffee. He had
bought a coffee maker just for her visit. It had been on her list of
requirements. This would be his first time actually using it. The guy at the
coffee shop had shown him what to do, it seemed pretty simple then. Now it
looked like there were one too many parts. Digging in the back of the silverware
drawer he found the pamphlet about using the coffee maker, a
Bodum.
"Why are you wearing that towel?" He jumped at her voice,
thinking he had been alone.
"I just picked it up without really
thinking. I felt strange to leave the bedroom with nothing
on."
"Really?" She walked to his side, slipped her hand up inside
his towel and found his cock. "Is this what you wanted to
hide?"
Suddenly he was having trouble getting a full breath.
"Yes."
She stroked her fingers over his shaft, a firm grip with
smooth strokes. Very soon his cock was throbbing, hard and at the mercy of her
fingers. "Did you feel embarrassed to leave the bedroom without clothes?" She
whispered. "Did it make you feel vulnerable?"
"Yes Governess," He
gasped. She let the towel drop to the floor. Without warning she smacked his
bottom. He jumped in surprise. She held onto his cock, still stroking it,
pulling on it, rubbing her thumb over the head, spreading the growing
wetness.
"Mmm, I wondered how big it would get when you were hard.
Very nice, I think I would like this cock inside my soft, warm pussy." She
whispered. He moaned, beginning to pump his hips to the rhythm of her fingers.
She moved closer, putting her hand on his bottom, playing with the curve of his
butt and dipping into the crack between his legs. He couldn't stop moving and
moaning, his breathing fast and harsh. "Open your legs little man, that's it,
very good." Her fingers pushed between his thighs cupping his balls from behind.
He thought he would lose control.
"Is there something you want,
little man?" He could only grunt a reply. "Do you want to finish seducing me
now?" She teased, laughing softly. He clenched his fists, squeezed his eyes shut
trying to keep from exploding.
"Did you get all the toys I wanted
for you?" He managed to nod once. "Good boy." He had already showed her the bag
of toys in the bedroom. She pulled away from him, squeezing his cock once more,
leaving him one throbbing mass of Jell-O. "I'll be right back. Put your hands on
the countertop and keep your legs nice and open, just as you are
now."
He was in such torment he thought she was gone a long time.
He couldn't see her as he leaned into the counter, he faced away from the
kitchen doorway. He felt something slip over his head, the collar and leash. He
heard the snap of the leash through a haze of agonized need. His cock throbbed,
harder than it had been in a long time. If she touched him again he knew he
would really have to struggle to hold back his orgasm.
"Let's go
little pet, show me what other special skills you have." She laughed, jerked on
the leash and led him into the bedroom. "Later, probably much later, I'll train
you in coffee making. No towels allowed."