Please Let Me Serve You Pt. 09

When I woke up, it was around 4 p.m. Mistress was still asleep. So, I went and made sandwiches. I put coffee in the machine and went back to see if she was awake. When I got to the room, I slowly opened the door, and there she was, still sleeping softly. She was so cute, the blanked was on her waist. Her perfect breasts, stomach and legs were in the open. That was a feast for one’s eyes. I was so happy to be with her. When I came back from university, I didn’t think I would have anything interesting to do, but now I feel blessed. I can’t even imagine what going back would be like. She shivered slightly, and I pulled the blanket to cover her up, assuming she was cold. I sat on the edge of the bed, simply looking at her. She was so beautiful. Eventually, she opened her eyes, and I snapped from my trance. She yawned softly, putting her right hand on her mouth and said:

“Oh, it seems I overslept. Did you wait for me long?”

“No, mistress. But, even if I had to I would wait as long as it takes.”

I lowered my head to plant a kiss on her forehead. She pulled me down by the chin and tongue-kissed me on the lips gently.

“Would you like coffee or tea, mistress?”

“Coffee.”

“And how would you like it, milady?”

“Strong, with 2 cubes of sugar and a few drops of milk.”

“Coming right up.”

“Thank you, love.”

I went to kitchen, made myself a coffee and then made hers, because I didn’t want it to get cold. After a few minutes I went back to her, put my cup on the ground and kneeling down I gave her the cup, saying:

“Here you go, my goddess. I hope the coffee is to your liking.”

She took a sip and said:

“It’s perfect love.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“We have to make the guest room, for my sister. Even though it’s not that big it should suffice.”

The guest room was a little further down the corridor on the same said as the room we were in. But, since mistress did not have many guests that were staying, it wasn’t used much. I had never been there, even though I had passed by it a few times, the door was locked.

“I used the room as a storage, for stuff I didn’t use. So, it will be good to clean it and throw out any unnecessary stuff. Having you to help me with the cleaning, will speed up the process immensely. You may also get a reward.”

My eyes sparkled at the word “reward”. But, of course, I was going to do it even without it. I would do anything for her.

“You should, also get some clothes from your house. I think you should stay here for the night. And now that your mom knows about us. It shouldn’t be a hard thing to do.”

“Of course, mistress. I can do that now or later when we finish cleaning.”

“You should do it now, because we will probably get dirty. I mean it may be quite dusty there.”

“Of course, mistress.”

We then finished our coffees. I got dressed and went to wash the cups. When I got back to her, mistress had just finished dressing up. So, I said:

“Mistress, I’ll go get some clothes and be back ASAP.”

“Ok, love. I’ll go start cleaning. Before you go, you should pay me the respect you owe me.”

I smiled and said:

“Of course, my goddess.”

Then I got to my knees, kissed her feet saying:

“Thank you for letting me serve you, my goddess!”

“You’re welcome, slave! Off you go now.”

I had a smile on my face so she asked:

“What are you smiling for?”

“Nothing, mistress. I’m just happy I met you.”

She was silent for a second or two then said:

“You should hurry and go get the clothes and whatever you need from your place… Or I might jump on you now.”

“I wouldn’t mind that, my goddess.”

“Well, I would, because afterwards you may not be able to walk there, so go!”

I smiled.

“I would love that.”

“I would too, but we have stuff to do! Now go. I’ll mess you up later. Also, ask your mom if she wants to join us for dinner. I don’t want her to think that I’m stealing you away.”

“Will do, mistress.”

“Good! Now chop, chop. Off you go.”

Without another word, I got up and bowed to her and hurried home. But was that home? My home was wherever she was. And the other place is where I grew up. Apparently I have two homes. I thought. Man, am I lucky.

I went home. Mom was there. I explained the situation to her.

“What! You’re moving out?”

“I’ll still come by I swear.”

Silence filled the room. After a few seconds that to me felt like hours, mom said:

“Does she make you happy?”

“She does, really. I care for her a lot. And she cares for me as well. More importantly, are you going to be fine? I can stay if you want?”

“I’m going to be fine. Don’t worry. I guess it’s for the best. Seeing as how you are full of butterflies in your stomach.”

“Also, Emily would like to invite you to dinner. Her sister will come as well.”

“I see well that would be lovely. Give my number to Emily. I can’t this week. Probably sometime afterwards. She can call me whenever if the need arises.”

“Will do mom. Also, thank you.”

“You don’t need escort kuşadası to thank me. When you are at university, you are hours away from here. Ten minutes with a car isn’t that much. I’m such a cool mom, of course I’m going to let you go to her place.”

She said and smiled.

“That you are.”

“Ok, go now.”

And with that, I went on my way to the farm. When I got there mistress had already started cleaning the guestroom. She had moved a few boxes next to the door. I went into the room and saw her. She was wearing tight short jeans, a black t-shirt, and white socks. Her hair was tied in a tail:

“How can I help, mistress.”

“Oh, hey love. Good thing you’re here. Get that plastic bag full of trash and throw it out. And move these 3 boxed in the corridor.”

“As you wish, my goddess.”

I moved the boxes and threw the trash as ordered. Then I went back.

“What else can I do, mistress?”

She turned around while dusting the corner of the room. She couldn’t quite reach it, so she was standing on a chair.

“Open the windows.”

I opened them and when I turned around; she was off the chair. She looked at me and said:

“That chair was so uncomfortable. My feet hurt from it. I think I should replace it with some automated one.”

I knew what she meant. So, I asked:

“May I please have the honor of being a replacement for that chair, mistress?”

“Why, yes, you may. Take it out of the room so it doesn’t get in the way and come to take its place.”

I did so, and within seconds; I was back at her side.

“How would you like me, mistress? On all fours or maybe I can carry you on my shoulders.”

“While I would love to trample you. Which I may do later. It will be easier for me if you carry me on your shoulders.”

“Understood mistress. I’d be happy to be trampled by you.”

“Of course, you would. Now let’s get started!”

I knelt down; she got on my shoulders; I got up and asked:

“From where should we start?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head towards the right inner corner of the room. I followed towards wherever she pulled my hair. It was like I was her horse. Which I didn’t mind at all. She started dusting the corner. And when she was done, she pulled my hair again, and I followed. And after some time, we were done. I knelt down so she can get off easily. We continued to clean the room for another hour or so. In which we dusted it completely, swept the floor, then cleaned it with floor cleaner. We then cleaned the window and, after letting some fresh air get into the room, we made the bed.

“Now that we’re done here, we can go to our room so you can massage my feet and let me relax a bit, before my sister arrives. Now carry me there!”

“Yes, mistress.”

I took her in my arms and carried to the room. On our way there, we kissed throughout the entire time. When we got to her bedroom, I put her on the bed and knelt on the ground before her. Then took her socks off to massage her feet. I massaged them starting from the middle with my thumbs and going all the way down then up to her toes. With my fingers in-between them I massaged her toes gently, and with my thumbs I did the ball of her feet and the arch.

“Open your mouth, slave!”

I opened it, and she shoved the right foot in, making me gag. I pulled away instinctively and coughed.

“Did you just move away from me?”

“I’m sorry, mistress.”

“Shut up and kiss my feet.”

I lowered my head down to kiss her feet and while I was kissing her right foot; she stepped on my head with her left and pushed my head to the floor.

“Don’t you just love being under me. You absolutely adore it, right?”

“I do mistress, thank you for trampling me.”

“Kiss my feet.” she said and placed her feet on the ground.

I started placing kisses on all her toes. Her feet smelled very nice, like orange. Probably from some lotion something. They were beautiful and soft. They were just about perfect. Her nails were perfectly done as well. Everything about them was beautiful.

“Stick your tongue out. I’ll use you as my mat. And don’t worry, my feet are not dirty I just want to humiliate you a little for both mine and your pleasure. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“I would love that, mistress. Thank you for using me as your mat.”

“Such a good boy you are. What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“No, mistress, I should be asking myself that. Thank you for letting me serve you. Use me anyway you like. I’m happy to be of service to you.”

I stuck my tongue out, and she ran her foot on it. It was just like she said. I was her mat.

“How do they taste?”

“They taste amazing, mistress. Thank you for granting me the privilege to lick them! I am honored!”

“Well, if you’re that honored you should continue then!”

“Of course, my goddess.”

I continued licking her feet like I was a dog. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her heel all the way up to the tips of her toes. I continued to run, my tongue doing long licks kuşadası escort until I had licked both her feet all over.

“Say ahh.” mistress said.

I opened my mouth, and she shoved her foot deep inside it. I resisted the urge to gag somehow. She then said:

“Suck on my foot, bitch!”

Unable to answer, I simply obeyed. I sucked on it like my life depended on that. I ran my tongue between all of her toes while sucking on her foot. She suddenly shoved it deeper, making me gag again, and I backed off of it.

“How dare you run away?!” she said in a stern tone yet with a smile on her face.

“I’m sorry, mistress. I’ll do my best, so that this doesn’t happen again.”

She then put her foot back in my mouth. I sucked as best as I could. She was pushing it deep in my mouth. Tears were running down my cheeks from all the gagging. My gag reflex couldn’t stop. But, I still tried to do my best for her as always. She eventually pulled her foot out of my mouth and said:

“Now continue the massage!”

“Yes, mistress!” I said, and smiled at her with my face begin a mess, from all the tears and saliva.

I massaged her feet as best as I could for the next 20 minutes, until she got bored and told me to stop.

“Is your cage on?”

“No, mistress. Should I bring it so you can lock me?”

“No need, I was just wondering if you locked yourself.”

“I can go put it on, if that is your wish, mistress.”

“I said there’s no need for that. If I want you in, I’ll put you in it myself.”

“Of course mistress, thank you for granting me this freedom.”

“Your freedom has its price. Strip naked and lay on the ground, I’ll trample you like I said.”

“Of course, mistress.”

I laid on the ground. She got up and said:

“Strengthen your stomach.”

I did so, and she stepped on it.

“How does it feel? Am I too heavy?”

“No, mistress. You are perfect.”

She made a step forward and stepped on my chest.

“How are you feeling is it harder to breathe?”

It was a bit harder, but it was bearable. So I told her it’s fine.

“It’s ok mistress. In fact, I like it.”

“Wonderful, simply wonderful. What if I step on your throat?” she said and moved her foot to it, lightly pressing her toes on my trachea.

“If that is your wish, mistress. I’d be happy to oblige.”

She laughed and said:

“I’m just kidding. I don’t want to kill you, relax.”

She then sat on my member and bend over to kiss me. Our lips locked together. Our tongues intertwined. She bit my lower lip gently and went to my neck where she place more hickeys on the unhealed ones. Making them more prominent.

“Are you hungry?” she asked, and I knew what she meant.

“I am always hungry for your taste, mistress.”

“Good, then you will get to lick me, doggy.”

She took her clothes in an instant. And while she was taking them off, she said:

“I really wanted to take them off slower and tease you, but seeing how horny you made me I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Within a minute, her clothes were scattered across the room. She grabbed me by the hair and shoved my head between her legs. I immediately got to licking her. I could taste all those precious juices that were dripping onto my face. My tongue went inside of her and I started moving it.

“Yes, good boy! Now there’s no need to hurry, take your time.”

I simply nodded while tracing my tongue from her vagina up to her clitoris. She let out a soft moan. Her taste was arousing me. I could feel my body temperature rising. It was almost like I was on fire. I went back to her vagina then to her clitoris again, I gently sucked on it a few times before going backwards. She put her legs on my shoulders and ran her fingers through my hair.

I then got back to her vagina and ran my tongue upwards in a snake-like movement until I arrived at her clit, which I gently sucked before flicking my tongue a few times on it. Her taste drove me crazy, as always. My mouth was filling with saliva while she was gradually getting wetter. Our fluids mixed into one. I gently slipped one finger in her and moved it in and out, in timing with my tongue. She let out a moan, then held her breath.

“That’s quite good, slave. Are you trying new techniques?”

I removed my mouth from her precious place and spoke a centimeter above it. Letting my breath caress her swollen clit.

“I am, mistress. I hope they are to your liking. If not, please do tell me I’ll try another way.”

“I like the idea. Get to work you slut.”

Without another word, I continued eating her out and savouring her taste. I put my middle and index finger on top of one another and started moving them in and out. I ran my tongue from my fingers to her clit and twirled around her it. She was starting to moan harder by now. Her breathing was rugged. Her eyes closed.

“Repeat that again, but spin your tongue around my clit more than once!” she said breathing heavily, her voice becoming coarse at the end of the sentence.

I did so. Running kuşadası escort bayan my tongue from her vagina to her clit. And when I got to it, I spun my tongue three times and wrapped it around it and sucked gently, before moving my tongue all the way down to my fingers. After repeating the process a few times, I said:

“I hope it’s to your liking, mistress.”

“Shut the hell up and continue!” she said in a rugged voice.

I knew she was getting into it, but didn’t think it was that much. That raised my spirit even further than I thought possible. So, I continued with the same motion again and again. Her moans were getting louder and more frequent. She shivered slightly, and I felt her tightening up. Her precious juices were all over my face and mouth, even dripping down my neck towards my chest.

“Tell me how it tastes.” she said almost ununderstandably.

“It tastes like acacia honey, mistress. Very sweet, and yet not bitter.”

“Good, then do it faster. Hurry and make me come!”

Continuing the same motion of movements, I kept going faster. Unable to hold out much longer she said in a demanding scream:

“Flick your tongue on my clit. Make me cum! Hurry up! Do it!”

Without a second thought, I did what she instructed. I was moving my tongue over her clit in motion with my fingers. Her voice was all over the room. She shivered again. And then finally exploded in my mouth and on my face. I tried not to spill a drop, but her orgasm was intense, so I failed at that. Even if she was pressing my face towards her precious place. I tried to catch as much as possible. What didn’t get in my mouth ended up on my face and neck. She laid back on the bed quivering slightly and recovering from the orgasm. After a bit of time, she said:

“That was just amazing, my little slut.”

“I am honored, mistress. Thank you for the kind words.”

She laughed and said:

“How about I edge you until you burst?”

“Of course, mistress. I would love that.”

“Good! But, after a moment, let me recover a bit more.”

“Can I do anything for you in the meantime, mistress?”

“Oh yeah, I would like you to bring me some cold water and massage my feet, while I relax.”

“Yes, mistress. Please give me a moment I’ll be right back with your water.”

I ran to get the water and when I returned; I knelt down to give it to her.

“Here you go, my goddess.”

“Thank you, slave.”

She took a few sips and said.

“A good slave like you should be rewarded for doing a good job. I’ll edge you with a long and slow handjob. I plan on letting you come, but only when I say so. Then once you come, if I feel like it, I might let you make me come with your prick. Don’t disappoint me, slave!”

“Of course, mistress. Your wish is my command.”

I massaged her feet. Running my fingers between her toes. Pressing my thumbs and moving them in circular motion all over her foot. Starting with the instep, then going to her heel and finally her toes.

“Mmm, that feels good. Suck on my toes now.”

“As you wish, mistress.”

Taking her big toes in my mouth, I sucked it gently and ran my tongue all over it. But, apparently she wanted to push me further because she said:

“Can you fit all of my toes in your mouth? Imagine what a privilege that would be for you.”

“I’ll try to, mistress.”

I tried taking her foot in my mouth. But the moment I put it in it, she pushed it inside my mouth, making me gag. Like she had done not long ago. I moved back instinctively and coughed.

“Who told you, you can back away, slut!” she said in a stern tone.

“I’m sorry, mistress. Please let me try again. I swear I’ll do better.”

“You missed your chance. Now the edging will be tougher than what I had in mind.”

“Of course, mistress.”

“Now we need some lube. Get the big bottle of lube from the first drawer of the closet and bring it to me. I’ll also tie your hands and legs.”

“Yes, mistress.”

I went over and searched for the lube. Then once I got it, I knelt at her side and gave it to her, saying:

“Here you go mistress.”

“Good boy. Now lay on the bed next to me.”

Once I was on the bed, she reached under it and got some rope with which she tied my hands and feet to the legs of the bed. She poured a few drops in her hand and then ran her index finger over the head of my cock. Then ran it all the way down to my balls and tickled them. I did not move or tried to resist the itch, thinking she may squeeze my balls if I did. She then gripped my member and lubed it up with her entire palm this time. It felt good, but her movements were slow. Slow enough so that I don’t cum from them. She blew on my nipples and they perked up.

“Do your nipples require attention, too? What a perverted slut, I got myself.”

“I’m sorry, mistress.”

“It’s ok, that’s just a reason for me to enjoy you and your body even more.”

She then bit my right nipple while jerking my member. I screamed from the pain.

“Does it hurt, slut?”

“It does, mistress. Please, please don’t bite that hard.”

“And what if I do? What are you going to do about it?”

“I… I…”

I wasn’t going to do anything. She knew it. So, she interrupted me saying:

“Nothing at all. You will just stay there and take it. Screaming in pain and agony, while I tease and hurt you even further, right?”