Perverts 'R' Us

For You

By Danyealle (M/F, passion, D/s)


Note: All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious.
 

You are laying on the futon, asleep, when I silently come in. I pull your blankets down your body, revealing you to my eyes, being careful not to wake you. I take a step back to just look at you for a few minutes, my eyes raking over your body. God, you are so sexy! I kneel down on the floor beside you. I trace a finger up from your ankle, over your calf, up the inside of your thigh, over your chest, up your neck finally tracing along your jaw line.

You stir in your sleep, brow furrowing slightly. I remove my finger and hold my breath, waiting to see if you'll awaken. I don't want you awake just yet. I want just a while longer.

When I see you're not going to awaken, that you're just shifting in your sleep, a little I smile and lean closer. I kiss your neck softly then slowly, ever so slowly, lick and nibble down your neck and shoulder. I hear your breath quicken slightly, feeling it stir my hair softly, then you groan. I smile and nip your shoulder one last time before I sit back.

I can see that you're starting to get hard. A tent is starting to slowly rise in your black silk boxers. I reach down and run my fingertips, softly, over it through the fabric, feeling it stiffen more under my touch. I hear you groan louder, stirring around more. I settle back, chuckling softly.

I wait and watch, seeing if this time you're going to awaken. You settle back down, groaning softly. I smile. Leaning over you I let my soft tongue trace around your nipples, softly flicking over them. I can feel them harden against my tongue. I can see the skin of your chest and abs goose pimple. I then start sucking on them softly, first one then the other, flicking my tongue softly over the hard little nubs. Even in the depths of your slumber you feel it, stirring around and groaning. I nip them softly between my teeth before I lean back.

You're slowly starting to wake up, stirring around and moaning. I smile, looking at you. Hmm, baby, even asleep you have such power over me, the power to get my juices stirring, to make my breath quicken, my pulse to speed up, to so turn me on. Even in your sleep I am your humble servant, your own personal play toy. Oh baby, I am yours, wholly and truly. You are my lord and master.

I lean over and kiss you. A kiss such as the handsome prince used to awaken sleeping beauty, only in my case in reverse; I am waking my sleeping prince. I part my lips slightly and let my silky tongue softly trace over the contours of your lips, gently trying to part them so I can taste your mouth. My hair trails down and the silky, blonde tresses tickle your shoulders. I can feel the vibrations as you moan into my mouth.

I feel you stir beneath me, swimming out of the depths of sleep gently. Me trying to awaken you so pleasantly, to make it so enjoyable. I feel your chest start to heave more and your arms wrap around me, pulling me tighter to you. Your mouth starts to devour mine, so insistent, so passionate. You grown, pressing your body to mine. Oh m'lord, your humble toy so craves you! All I wish for is the opportunity to please and pleasure you. To make myself worthy of your love.

I hear you moan my name as you so hungrily devour my mouth, causing my heart to soar. I gently pull away from you as your eyes open. I smile as you say my name, telling me how much I please you. You stroke my hair softly, telling me how I pleased you by waking you in such a manner.

I blush hearing those words coming from my beloved lord's lips. How my heart soars to hear such praise coming from your lips. Your unworthy toy loves to hear those words from you, your praise making my life complete.

I stand and lower my eyes from your piercing gaze. With trembling hands I untie the sash of my robe, letting it fall open slightly. I shrug it off my shoulders and let it slowly fall down my body to a soft, silken pool at my feet, revealing to you your prize, that which you own. Reveling to your gaze your toy, dressed in the way that pleases you the best. The soft, lacy, pink lingerie you chose with such care for me. The lacy push up bra, the soft pink thong, the matching garter belt and stockings covering my soft skin that I have bathed in that soft musk perfume you so like me to wear, the one that so sends your blood surging when you smell it.

I raise my eyes slightly, hoping to see some sign showing me that I have pleased you. When I see you lick your lips my heart skips a beat from the joy I feel. I spread my arms to show you I am yours, all yours, to use how pleases you most. My gift to you my lord. I have not much to offer you so I give you what I value most, my whole self. My gift to you. I hope it pleases you m'lord.

You smile at me, beckoning me over. I joyfully come to you, hear bursting. You push me, gently, down so I kneel at your feet. I look up into your face, my eyes telling you what my heart speaks, I am yours. Do with me what you will. I am here to fulfill your wildest desire. My gift to you, my lord. Yours until the end of time.

You stroke my hair softly, smiling at me. You lean down and brush your lips against mine, sending gentle sparks to my soul. Lighting it up. You softly brush your fingertips across my cheek, caressing it tenderly. I lean into it, brushing your hand tenderly. You stand, looking down at your toy, smiling. You lift me gently, sitting me on the bed. I moan softly at your touch, shivering in anticipation knowing your have something wonderful in store for me. I recline, watching you closely.

You smile down at me, then lightly trace your fingertips down the side of my face. My eyes look into yours, pleading. My breath quickens as your fingers trace between my breasts then over my stomach. My breath catches and I start shivering. Your fingers trace ever so lightly over the lace and silk covering my sex. Teasing over it ever so lightly.

I moan softly and my legs part slightly. Your fingertips lightly trace down my inner thighs before you reach up, hook your fingers in the waistband of my panties then ease them down the soft swell of my hips. Tossing them aside you kneel down beside the futon then kiss me, insistently and passionately, causing my breath to catch in my throat.

Oh m'lord, your lips are magical! Your kiss makes me melt, setting my insides to quivering. Your hand lowers to my breast, cupping and softly rubbing them through the soft fabric. Then you unclasp the front clasp and set my breasts free. You gently tease my nipples with the very tips of your fingers causing them to swell and stiffen under your touch. You then take them into your mouth and start to gently suckle on them like they are ripe berries causing me to squirm under you from pleasure. M'lord it feels magnificent! Your soft touch sets me afire. Oh please m'lord continue!

While you continue to suckle your fingers softly and slowly trace down my heaving, sweating belly to the "y" of my legs and the tips of your fingers gently trace between the moist lips of my sex, causing me to shiver and whimper, begging you not to stop. Your fingers gently find the little nub that is the source of my pleasure and stroke it ever so gently. I cannot help myself; I arch against your soft touch and moan, telling you how you are giving me such exquisite pleasure. M'lord what did I do to deserve such pleasure from you?

You lean over and kiss my breastbone between my soft hills and kiss upwards to my mouth, your lips leaving a fiery trail in their wake. You kiss my lips once then look down at me. I lick my red, swollen lips and look up into your face, panting. Please, oh please, give me more. Your unworthy toy so craves your touch. I beseech you!

You ask me if I want you, want to feel you in me, you giving the torturous pleasure only you know how to give me. Do I want to breathe, to live? Oh yes m'lord, I scream! I beg of you to give what my body so cries out for. To feel you in me, to feel your hot flesh become one with mine, making us one. I crave the pleasure only you truly know how to give me.

You kiss me, devouring my mouth then position yourself between my wantonly spread legs and pull me closer. Then you rub your throbbing muscle against the wet, glistening flesh that screams loudly for you before it slides deep into where it is so wanted and desperately needed. I scream your name tell you of my need for you as you slide in and out of that which is yours, your exclusive playground, that which is there to give you pleasure. I beg you to use me for your pleasure to let me fulfill your need. Please m'lord let your humble toy give you the pleasure you so crave.

A gentle friction develops as you move faster into me. I see your body shining with sweat and your delicious scent fills my nostrils. I hear you growl softly as you tell me to prove how much I enjoy it by giving you my release, by covering you with my tangy nectar. You feel my silken sheath tighten around you as your gentle touch strokes me to my peak and I give you what you demand of me, your proof of my pleasure. I cry out your name as wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure washes over me, clutching you tightly to me.

You then give me the gift I had been craving all night; you prove I have pleased you by bathing my inner walls with your sweet essence, filling me completely. You collapse on top of me, pressing me tightly to the mattress, holding me tight in your strong arms. Your hot breath in my ear as you speak those words your lowly toy so craves; that I have given you pleasure and have pleased you greatly.

My heart sours as I murmur my humble thanks at the opportunity you have given me to prove my worth to you, for your toy to give you what you deserve. You roll off me then hold me to you. Your face nuzzles into my hair. Your breath stirring it softly. We lay entwined until we drift off together, my sweet, kind, loving lord holding his property, his unworthy toy.

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