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 Author: Cheerleader Fan
Title: Servicing My Mistress
Summary: A first person account of a slave orally pleasing a beautiful
mistress whose identity is revealed within the story
Keywords: Oral TG femdom

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   Servicing My Mistress

   My mistress opens up the door and confidently steps inside.  I kneel
before her obediently, as I've been commanded to do whenever she chooses to
gift me with her presence.  Without a word she grasps her ice blue floor
length gown just below the knee with one hand and slowly lifts.  Her
shapely legs, clad in white snowflake patterned stockings come into view
and I feel my mouth start to water.  The anticipation is too much for me as
she takes hold of the hem of her dress with her free hand as well, the
silver light from above glinting off her well manicured nails.  She moves
her first hand down to the hem as well, her hands about a foot apart, then
with a smile and a flourish she lifts her hands up and apart, her elbows
stopping each at about 90 degrees, hands now three feet or so apart.

   I wasn't watching her hands though, my eyes were following just below
the hem of her luxurious gown as my mistress slowly revealed the rest of
her lower body.  Just as I caught the sight of naked flesh beyond the tops
of her stockings the crotch of her sheer white panties came into view and
as expected her smooth hairless testicles trapped within the see through
fabric hung heavy with a week's worth of sperm.  As my mistress drew her
dress upwards at a languorous pace I was finally afforded a view of her
impressive womanhood.  Framed by the straps of her garter belt, each
adorned with a tiny white bow, it did not look happy encased within the
sheer fabric of her far too small panties, but soon enough I would be
freeing her from those confines.

   Noticing that my mistress stopped moving I slowly look up, taking in the
beauty of her slim form.  Her perfect breasts stood firm and proud on her
chest, the corset of her gown ending in demi cups.  From there a sheer
white fabric continued up another few inches, becoming arm length sleeves
while still leaving her shoulders bare.  Her long platinum blonde hair was
in a tight braid flowing down to her left, covering her shoulder.  I
followed her hair up till I could see the flawless skin of my mistress's
face, her lips painted a bright red.  I looked my mistress in straight her
eyes, deep blue jewels, which were just as likely to show caring as scorn.
At this moment they looked down at me with a hint of anger...  no, not
anger...

   "Service me."

   I was pulled instantly from my reverie.  My mistress had given me an
order.  Without verbally acknowledging her, as I'd been trained was the
proper response these past weeks (or was it months?) I lean forward and
place my right hand on my mistress's panty clad penis.  I could feel it
throb beneath my hand as I rubbed it gently for a few moments till it began
to come to life.  Bringing my left hand up as well I began to reverently
massage her swollen balls.  I heard a low moan escape my mistress's lips
and knew this was the sign to continue.  Slipping my hand inside one leg of
her panties I pull her hardening member free of the wispy fabric then
continue stroking her as she approaches fully erect.

   I abandon her balls now as I use my left hand to circle her impressive
girth with my thumb and forefinger, the small tuft of blonde pubic hair
just above her penis tickles me as reach around her root.  Fully engorged
now my thumb and index finger barely touch as I tighten my grip further.  I
continue running my right hand up and down my mistress's sizeable
womanhood. I've never had the opportunity to measure it, since I've not
been given a ruler, but if I had to guess I'd say my mistress is at least
ten inches long, if not a foot.  Given the pressure I'm putting on her with
the fingers of my left hand her glans takes on a purplish hue.  Knowing
what she wants and when I loosen the fingers of my left hand at the base of
her cock and slow the pumping of my right hand.  After a few moments of
careful pumping, from base to head and back again a trickle of precum flows
from the hole on her crown, runs down her shaft and freezes.

   "You may," Elsa finally hisses at me and like a starving dog given a
bone I engulf as much of her member as I can.  My lips continue moving as I
force more and more of my mistress's freakishly large cock into my mouth
and as I do I feel her precum thaw in my throat and slide down my gullet.
I'm already at least an inch or two past the point where her rigid
womanhood has blocked my ability to breathe, but I know I have a few more
inches to go and I don't want to let my mistress down.  My throat muscles
continue to work, my lips continue moving, I force my face forward and
incredibly the final four inches or so of my mistress's shaft slide down my
throat.  My nose finally comes to a halt in her light tuft of pubic hair my
chin resting on her massive testicles.

   Despite the fact that my lungs are burning, my nearly fully suppressed
gag reflex is screaming at me and my eyes are running with tears I am
content, happy.  I try to look up at my mistress, but I can't see much
farther than the swell of her tummy with her excessive womanhood buried to
the hit in my throat, but I feel one of her hands gently caressing my cheek
as the other one runs up and down my neck, feeling herself within my
throat. "Good job, cockslave," my mistress congratulates me as she removes
her hands.  "I knew you'd get it all eventually.  You may have your
reward."

   Relieved that I'd finally done it and quite close to passing out due to
lack of oxygen I pull myself away from my mistress's crotch and her massive
cock slips free, leaving a sizeable void in its place.  As I take a number
of deep breaths I watch as the saliva I'd left on her penis begins
freezing. I once again wrap my right hand around the base of her shaft as I
lean forward and take the crown and an inch or two back into my hungry
mouth.  I resume kneading her balls with my left hand as I stroke her cock
with the other all the while swirling my tongue around her cockhead.  My
hot mouth does its job and once again my saliva thaws and flows as I
continue servicing my mistress.

   I knew it wasn't going to be much longer, since I know how excited she
gets after a good deep throating, but even I was surprised when after only
a few lick to the underside of her glans she began grunting and launched a
surge of cold ejaculate into my mouth.  The super cooled semen burns as she
fills my mouth, but no way could I fail her.  I steel my nerves and lock my
lips around her glans.  My throat muscles pulse as I swallow her load, the
cold burn agonizing as it travels to my stomach.  Elsa's needs sated she
pulls her frosty womanhood from my lips' grasp.  I fall to my hands and
start to cough, frost on my breath.

   "You're almost there," the snow queen tells me.  "I'm quite proud of you
for finally deep throating all of me.  Very soon you'll be able to take all
of my seed without gagging as well, and when you do, I'll finally allow you
your own release." Finished with me my mistress turns on her heels and
leaves me, the door to my cell slamming shut.  I feel a warmth in my chest
despite the large load of cold semen my mistress deposited in my stomach.
She praised me, I think to myself.  I am a good cockslave.

   The end.

   Here's a bit of a post story treat.  This story was inspired by an edit
of a picture drawn by Shadman (shadbase.com).  The Specific image I based
it upon is an edit by MightFitz and can be found here:
i.imgur.com/PB0lYOG.jpg Shadman's original art can be found here:
shadbase.com/the-cold-never-bothered-me-anyway Now if you're thinking these
images are the same damned pic I can see how you might feel that, but the
shape of Elsa's lips is different in the two pics and I feel that the
almost sneering half pout half smile in the edit solidifies in my mind
Elsa's dominant nature found in the story.

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