domme’s sexcapades (erotica)

Domme’s Sexcapades: On Coming Home…

He greeted me at the door, in full genuflection, with just a thong on. A tray before him with a cup of spice tea on it and some of my fave cookies beside it. Yummy. I sat down in the chair in the front foyer. And while I drank my tea and ate my cookies, nibble by nibble, he removed my high heels and rubbed my oh so sore, so tired feet.
Such a relief to me and a joy to him. He has a thing about feet, besides wanting to service me. That pleasure for us both, for different reasons, made him hard as a rock. So when he was working on the second foot, I rubbed his cock with my relaxed foot. Yeah, that felt good too! His hardon went nicely into the arch of my foot. And frankly, after the day i had, my arch needed a little support.
When my feet were both massaged to the point where he felt the muscles and tendons had all been properly attended to, he helped me to my feet and graciously gave me his arm, so we could go into the dining room.
There on the table was the setting for my fave meal. A light kale salad was on the side plate, a bowl of fruit was sitting between the plates. And in the warmer, I could smell lobster bisque. I was drooling before he had me properly seated.
He waited for me to invite him to share the meal, even though he had prepared it. He never took for granted that he was my dinner guest. I waved him into the seat and he served us both.
Like the perfect gentle man, gentleman, he asked how my day had gone. And during the meal, he sat and listened and made appropriate comments and laughed at the right times. I was relaxing. And that was his plan.
Till dessert.
He pulled the bowl toward himself, took out a tiny fork and fed me the bits of fruit, one by one. Making sure I had lots of reasons to lick my lips. Occasionally reaching over with a napkin to wipe my mouth. I smiled or winked when he did that.
He kissed my hand when the bowl was empty. I crooked my finger to get him to come closer and kissed his lips when he followed my direction.
I went into the bedroom to relax for a few minutes while he cleared the table. Then I heard him drawing a bubble bath. Just what I needed tonight!
I waited for him to come and remove my clothes, so i could enjoy the tubbie.
He had put some soft music on and the candles were lit around the tub. Lavender petals were in the tub, waiting for me.
He helped me get into the tub, then started pouring water over me from a small bucket I kept just for this. He washed my shoulder length hair first, then worked down. Over my chest, across my tummy, to my legs, then sat me up to do my back. He massaged my back at that point.
We were both getting turned on. But he was intent on relaxing my stressed muscles, so I could better enjoy the bath. So he warmed the water and left me to soak for awhile, on my own.
When I was dozing, he came in and finished washing me. My groin and buttocks were tenderly washed and rinsed. Then he helped me stand and dried me in a big, thick towel he had warmed in the oven. So it was toasty.
He picked me up and carried me to my bed. He kissed my cheek.
I pulled him close to me and kissed his lips. Full French-on. I pulled his arm till he was laying beside me. And we were having a serious tongue war.
When I started rubbing his body and pinching it, he took his cue and returned the touches. We were both getting warmed up and ready for sex.
So he kissed me down my body and settled between my legs. And began attending me. He was always so good at oral sex. He would kiss, lick, suck and nibble. And every now and then, he bit me. It brought my nerves to a hyper-aroused state.
So I pulled him around. I wanted his cock in my mouth, while he was giving to me. I licked, sicked and nibbled his balls and cock. Then when he was starting to dribble, I began to tenderly fuck his butthole with a finger, then two. Just barely in at first, then deeper.
I had my first orgasm. Then my second. Then he had one.
He reached into the night stand and brought out an anal dildo and some lube. And prepared himself for me. He continued using his hands and mouth on my genitals, as I gently pushed the dildo into his hole.
As soon as it was in, I asked him for the cock ring. He put it on. I wasn’t sure if he would stand the stim, but he prided himself on doing so, for my pleasure.
And his pride was validated.
He contnued giving me orgasms and suffering the tease of all the stim he endured.
Till I had had enough. I shoved his shoulder away from me and he stopped.
He was starting to shake. So I took the ring and the dildo off him and let him catch his breath.
We kissed and held each other, till he could deal with more sexual contact without blurting.
Then he was encouraged to penetrate my vajay. Stupidly slowly. Aggravatingly slowly. Till I wanted to smack him slowly. By the time he was balls deep, I was coming and after a few balls-deep strokes, so was he. And not just once either. After all that stim and patience, he had a chain of orgasms. So did I. Till he basically fell on top of me. But quickly rolled off, so I wasn’t squashed. And we cuddled till we fell asleep in each others’ arms.
Just yummy! An awesome reason to come home at the end of the day.

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