with a guest author
He could tell she was upset. Usually Mistress is right there, letting him know what he should be doing. When she says “Fucktoy”, she means it. He had 30 minutes to be ready or else.
But today, no message. He reached out, tentatively. He didn’t want to suffer her wrath, after all, since she had the power to punish as well as reward.
Her response could only be described as curt. What was going on? Mistress is in need, obviously. But for what? His ass belongs to her, and she knows it. He is at her beck and call every Sunday. Maybe it’s something else. Maybe Mistress needs to be served in a different way today.
“Mistress Peaches”, he types, “what do you need? I’m here for you.” He hits send, and anxiously waits. Will she be mad? What DOES she want?
“I need to be taken care of,” she replies.
Shit! I don’t know what that means. I mean, we’ve had vanilla sex before. But that was before. Now she’s my mistress, and I’m her toy. I need a minute to think about this. She’s been having a hard time with some stuff lately. Some losses, lots of negative in her life.
I have an idea!
“Come here, Mistress,” I reply. “I’ll take care of your needs.”
She arrives 30 minutes later. I lead her gently to the bathroom and undress her. Help her into the tub that is just the temperature she likes – very hot! I hand her a glass of wine and kneel beside the tub. I stroke her with a washcloth full of scented foam. No words are spoken, but she begins to quietly cry. I continue to stroke her arms, legs, stomach, back. Gentle always. She sips her wine, then lays back and closes her eyes, tears continuing.
I take this to mean more, so I abandon the washcloth and stroke further down her body. I rub her clit and hear her gasp. I move my hand further down until I reach her pussy. Warm water and bubbles combine with her own lubrication to allow me to bring her orgasm. I rub harder, just like she likes, and soon I feel her walls contract around my fingers. She sighs and opens her eyes.
I help her out of the tub, and dry her with the warm towel. I lead her to the bed, and get under the covers with her, warming her with my body. She turns to me and cries more, and my heart breaks for her. I hold her, rubbing her back, letting her cry it out, as I whisper to her. “I have you. It will be okay. I’m here. You are safe.” I hope I am doing the right thing, but she is silent. She doesn’t move away, though, so I think it is good. I kiss her forehead, then her face. She holds me harder, as her cries subside. I reach between her legs, and she parts them willingly for me. Her pussy is swollen and still wet, and my finger slips inside easily. I reach her g-spot and she arches her back as she comes.
“Now,” she says, and I roll her onto her back. Vanilla, it is. I cover her body with mine, providing comfort as well as stimulation. I enter her and she groans loudly, pushing her hips into me. I slow her down, wanting to make sure that she is completely satisfied. “Let me,” I say, as I disengage, and slide down her body to reach her breasts. I suck one then the other, and she writes beneath my touch. I move further south to her muff. I part her lips with my fingers and begin licking her. A few licks and she is squirting into my mouth! I slide back up and enter her again, filling her with my hard dick. I stare into her eyes as I move, conveying caring and support and love. I kiss her face as I move, and she is grabbing my shoulders. Harder!, she is saying. So I pound into harder, my cock throbbing now. A loud low grunt, UNNGGGHHH, and she creams on my cock, her pussy walls grabbing me hard. I let go, I had no choice. I prayed she would not be mad at me for cumming without permission.
As we settled down, I rubbed her some more, her arms, her back.
“Thank you,” she said, for the first time.
“Yes, Mistress. You are welcome,” I replied. A different part of the relationship, but very vital.