She emerged from her bath in time to hear the front door slam. Apparently, he had arrived home, and he seemed to be in a poor mood. Slipping into her warm robe, she wrapped a towel around her wet hair, and headed down to see him.
"Bad day?" She asked sympathetically. It was a redundant question, judging by the scowl on his face. She handed him a Diet Coke, leading him to the couch to relax. He was so tense he didn't even respond to her cuddling, sitting like a lump on the edge of the seat. "Would you like to tell me about it?" She asked softly.
He started slowly, pouring all his day's frustrations out to her. She listened carefully, asking questions to clarify different points, then gently leaned her head against his shoulder. "What can I do to help?" She asked.
He was silent a moment, then he gave her a stiff hug, kissing her on the forehead. "Just having you hear to talk to helps me." He told her. "Now all I need is to find something to take my mind off everything." He sighed. "Maybe I'll go get a movie. Something funny. What do you think about that?"
"Maybe." She thought for a moment, then stood up, walking out of the room. "Be right back!" She called over her shoulder. As she walked, she unwrapped the towel around her hair, she tossing it into the laundry basket as she passed. In less than a minute, she'd returned. "Now then." She said, pushing her robe off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. She held out a brush, motioning him over. "I will tell you what you will do this evening. First, you may crawl over here and brush my hair."
"Wow." His eyes grew wide as he took in the woman before him. Her hair hung damp around her face, spilling over her bare shoulders. Hands on her hips, she stood naked save for a pair of lacy black panties and black heels. Impatiently, she kicked her robe away, tapping her foot. "Is there a problem?" She asked.
"Uh, no." He jumped up, hand out for the brush.
"No!" She snapped her fingers, pointing to the carpet. "I only gave you permission to crawl to me, not walk." She had to hide a smile at the look of shock on his face. But, she noticed, the shock quickly turned to a smile. "And I expect you to address me appropriately."
"Oh, yes ma'am." He quickly dropped to his knees. She raised one eyebrow disapprovingly. "Yes, Mistress?" He asked.
"That's better." She turned and walked towards the dining room, looking once over her shoulder to ensure he followed. Walking on three inch heels put a sway in her walk anyway, but she exaggerated it, stopping when she reached the table. Again, she stood arms akimbo, glaring impatiently at him as he slowly crawled towards her. "Must I wait all day for you to move my chair?" She intoned stonily.
"Oh, no Mistress." He crawled faster, looking, she thought, quite comical in his business suit. Without looking up at her, he pulled the chair out, waiting until she sat down.
Gently, she reached out and stroked his cheek, feeling his five o'clock shadow. One finger under his chin, she raised his head until he was looking at her. "You may gently brush my hair." She said. "But I'm warning you to be careful. For every time you pull my hair, I shall spank you with the brush." She saw the same shock flare in his eyes, but she was beginning to enjoy this now. "Do you understand?"
He took the brush and nodded. "Yes Mistress." He replied. Rising to his feet, he stood behind her, lifting the damp hair from her shoulders. With great tenderness, he began to brush the ends of her hair, gently untangling the long strands.
He loved to brush her hair, she knew, and since she loved to have her hair played with, it worked well. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the luxury of having her man attend to her. Ordinarily, she would baby him if he had a bad day. Make him dinner, give him a massage, and suck on his cock until he begged her to stop from the pleasure. But she still smarted from being tied up with his belt a few weeks back. Oh, they'd both enjoyed it, of course, but this was her turn.
"Ow." She said crossly, though he'd been extremely careful not to pull her hair. "That's one." She warned. "Don't let it happen again."
"I'm sorry Mistress." He said. She noticed him shifting as he brushed her hair, knowing that the exercise combined with the view of her naked breasts had probably made those slacks very uncomfortable. After a few more "Ows" on her part, she relaxed again, letting him just brush her hair
crown to end a few times.
"That was not... too bad." She offered. Reclaiming the brush, she stood, turning to face him. "I do enjoy the look of a nice business suit." She began, scratching one finger down his chest, opening the buttons of his dress shirt as she worked her way down his stomach. "But I prefer the site of you in a tee shirt. Remove jacket and dress shirt." She turned, walking back towards the living room. "Leave the tie."
"You may prepare supper. A salad, and there's fish. Then you may serve me in the living room." She left him. Laughter threatened to overwhelm her, so she turned on the television to provide a background while she planned her next move. Her original plan had been to get him hot and bothered, and it had worked. But now she wanted to continue being in charge for a while.
"Mistress." He said, offering her a plate. Simple fare to be sure, but it smelled wonderful. Like an obedient slave, he knelt beside her, hands resting in his lap. Since her plate was overflowing, and he had none, she offered him bites of food, pretending to be absorbed in watching Jeopardy on TV. Just to be cruel, she stretched her legs out where he had to look at them, look but not touch. "that was adequate." She said, setting her plate aside. Actually, it had been delicious, but one should never over compliment a slave.
"My legs are dry." She said, rubbing her hand up and down her calves. "Go and fetch my lotion."
He returned in a flash, and she motioned for him to apply it. Again, she'd chosen something he loved to do, and the pleasure he took in rubbing the lotion into her skin was more than evident in his eyes. Of course, having his hands moving up and down her legs had quite an effect on her, as well. "That's enough." She told him, standing up. "Since you have done such a good job tonight, I will allow you to pleasure me with your tongue."
"Oh, thank you, Mistress." He moved quickly, kissing up the inside of her leg to the lacy black panties. Pressing his nose against her mound, he breathed in deeply, inhaling her womanly odor. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband, he slid them down to the floor, helping her to step out of them. Pushing her back onto the sofa, he took her legs over his shoulder and buried his face in her pussy.
She fought the urge to scream as his mouth met her nether lips, his tongue sliding between them to tease her aching clit. He could work miracles with his mouth, she knew, and tonight he seemed determined to pull out all the stops. Sucking on her clit like a small penis, his teeth nibbling the sensitive nub, he drove her over the edge. Fingers twisted into his hair, she climaxed, her body twisting in pleasure.
Now she felt his tongue probing deep inside her, pushing inside, slurping her body's honey up as fast as he could. Throwing her head back in total abandon, she arched her back, thrusting her pussy up to meet his most intimate kiss.
"That's enough." She commanded after her second climax. She swung her legs away from him, straightening upright. His face was shiny from her juices, and he licked his lips clean while she watched. "You are good slave." She said, patting him on the head. It took effort, but she gained her feet, and began heading for the bedroom. "Good night. Clean up after yourself before you go to sleep."
Complete disbelief showed on his face. "Mistress?" He whined.
"Yes?" She sounded displeased.
"Please. mistress, I beg you... don't leave me like this."
She smiled. The bulge in his pants was clearly evident. "Oh yes. I forgot your punishment." Reclaiming her hairbrush, she smacked it into her palm repeatedly. "Remove your pants and bend over the coffee table."
"But... but...." His eyes grew wide, but he complied. Dropping his pants, he sighed, his cock pressing out through the thin boxer shorts. It was stiff, purple and swollen, and her gaze made it swell more. Removing boxer shorts, he nervously bent down, his elbows leaning on the table. "That was 6 strokes, was it not slave?" She asked.
"Five mistress."
"Seven?" she said, since he'd argued with her. THWACK! Just hard enough to sting, she landed the first blow square on his ass. Six more followed, his ass cheeks turning a cheery pink. Rubbing her hands over the freshly spanked skin, she squeezed and pinched him, listening to his breathing change to a rapid panting. Smiling impishly, she slid her hands between his legs, gave his balls a little squeeze, then took hold of his cock. "My goodness. This looks painful."
His answer was a groan. "Well, I suppose we should take care of that." Retrieving her discarded underwear, she allowed him to sit on the edge of the table, then handed him her panties. "You may use these. She told him, sinking back into the sofa. Crossing her legs, she allowed one shoe to dangle from her toes. "Go ahead." She said.
"Uh....." He blushed, realizing what she was telling him to do. Wrapping the dainty panties around his cock, he slowly stroked it up and down, feeling the rough lace slide around the sensitive head. "Tell me what you're thinking." She said, watching him jerk off into her underwear. "What do you fantasize while you do this?"
"That it's your lips and your teeth wrapped around my cock." He groaned. "That you're sucking on my cock, waiting for me to shoot the cum down your throat." He groaned again. "Or that I'm driving this hard cock into your wet pussy."
She let him continue this way a few minutes more. "Lay back." She ordered. Pushing his hands away, she positioned herself so she slid down onto his cock. Her pussy seemed to suck him in deep, her muscles automatically clamping around him. Rocking her hips, she kept the friction between them going. "Is this what you had in mind?" She asked.
"Oh yes." He looked at the beautiful woman who was fucking him, her body rising and falling on his hard cock, and he felt his cock begin to twitch, the way it did right before he was ready to cum. "Oh baby, I'm going to cum." He moaned.
"I haven't given you permission." She said, stopping her movements. She slapped his hands as he tried to touch her, then reached down and began rubbing her clit. "You see, I want to feel your hardness inside me. I want to ride you, and then feel you explode deep inside me." Her own breathing had become shallow, a hard pant. She began to ride him again, her breast bouncing with each movement. "Okay." She managed, biting her lip. "You can cum now."
She came as he did. Her body finally quivered to a stop, and she smiled down at him. "Now then." She said, leaning over to kiss the hollow of his throat. "Don't you feel better? Relaxed now?"
"I think that would be a yes." He tweaked her nipple, delighting in the shudder it produced in her body. "And just think of all the fun we'll have tomorrow. I will be the master, and you will be my beautiful, docile slave."
"You think so?" She pushed away from him, rising haughtily. "And what makes you think I will give you permission to do that, slave?" She headed for the bedroom. "After all. no one said this was a one night only thing."
He stared at her retreating form, then slowly rose, setting the room to order before taking the dishes to the kitchen. Perhaps he should make her some herbal tea. He wanted to please her. After all, he was a good slave, and pleasing his mistress was his first priority.