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Invitation (Mdom-F, slave)
by Suki (suki@fish.com)
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He stared down at the person on his doorstep, a young man...no, a
small woman stood there looking at him expectantly. She couldn't
have been any younger than 21, but her petite figure, and short
cropped hair made her seem like a young boy. Her outfit resembled
that of a butlers uniform. Dark blue slacks covered her legs, and a
crisp white blouse covered her top. Over the blouse she had a dark
blue jacket. Finally, short black heels completed the outfit. Her
skin seemed almost translucent white against her dark, almost black
hair and heart shaped face.
Realizing she was waiting for him he spoke. "Yes?"
"My mistress, Madame, invites you to join her at a party held in
her house on the evening of Feb. 2nd at 8:00pm. Here is a written
invitation personally delivered." Her calm, quiet voice suggesting
that her speech had been carefully rehearsed. She reached into the
inside pocket of her coat and presented him with a starch white
calling card with black script print. Their eyes met as she handed
the card to him. She looked down quickly, and a blush stained her
cheeks.
"Madame also offers you the use of this slave, should she please
you. She only requests that you let her leave by the end of the
day."
Silence.
He measures her, mentally taking in her tiny waist and rounded
curves. She pleased him, indeed. "Slave, step inside." he
commanded.
She walked though the doorway and stopped, awaiting his move. He
closed the door and circled around in front of her.
"What is your name, slave?" he questioned.
"J----, sir."
"And how old are you?" He asked this more out of curiosity than
need.
She was young looking, and it was hard to tell. "24 sir." She
answered. She stole a glance up at him, and then lowered her head
again. He had caught the look of desire on her face.
"Hands above your head!" He ordered sharply.
Instantly her fingers locked behind her head.
Reaching out, he flicked her jacket away from her body. Her
nipples, visibly declaring her desire, poked at the fabric through
her shirt. Slowly, he unbuttoned her shirt, his eyes never leaving
her face. He saw her struggle to make her face impassive,
attempting to mask her feelings. His hand cupped her breast,
squeezing the nipple at first gently, and then harder and harder
until she winced.
Her arms were still behind her head and her eyes were closed. She
swayed, slightly on her feet. Roughly, he pulled her shirt and
jacket off of her body. Her arms immediately returned to their
original position and her eyes opened, looking at him expectantly.
"Slave, remove the rest of your clothing!"
She did so quickly, and then stood quietly awaiting his next
wishes. He was pleased that she made no attempt to cover herself
with her hands.
Rather, her hands stayed at her sides. He lifted her chin in his
hands. Her eyes met his and she gave him a small smile and then
lowered her eyes again.
"You will relay the message to Madame that I am very pleased with
you." He stated.
"Yes sir, thank you sir." She answered.
He slid one finger into her. She was wet, very wet. She sighed,
closed her eyes again, and pressed against him. Moving his arm
under her arm, he gripped her wrists in his while continuing to
stroke her with his finger. He brushed her clit and then slid two
fingers into her, pushing further and further up into her. She
moaned. She was limp against him in total surrender. He could feel
an orgasm building up in her. He slowed the pace down. He did not
want to bring her over the edge. Not yet.
Gently, he laid her down on the carpet.
"Wrists above your head."
She raised her wrists and looked up at him. He pulled off his
shirt, and then his pants and underwear. Then he spread her legs
with his, gripped her wrists with his hands, and entered her. She
tensed, arching her back to meet him and then sighed. Her eyes
half-closed, and her mouth was slightly open. He pushed slowly in
and out of her, her hips moving off the carpet to meet him. She
struggled slightly against his hand holding her wrists.
He tightened his grip. With his other hand he reached back behind
her, inserting it into her nether hole. Her hips bucked off the
ground more forcefully.
He began setting up a rhythm. He would pull out, squeeze his grip
on her wrists, and push in, using his finger in her backside to
make her buck harder against him. The rhythm became faster and
faster and soon they both cried out in relief. They collapsed. He
rolled off of her.
They lay there quietly for about 5 min. both regaining their
breath. Then she stood up and looked at him.
"You may leave." he said, answering the unspoken question in her
eyes. She dressed quickly, knowing her mistress would be waiting
for a full report.
"Tell Madame I will be able to attend. And take this to her." He
pulled a long red rose from a nearby vase.
She smiled at him. Madame would be pleased.
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