Portrait of a BitchSlave

She sits in the foyer,
clad only
in a green satin robe,
black leather Collar,
black heels,
waiting
for her Mistress's summons.

Finally it comes;
Bitch walks slowly
into Her presence,
dropping the robe
as she goes,
kneeling
naked
at Her lovely feet.

"Kiss My feet Bitch."

She obeys,
bends down
and kisses Her feet
slowly,
removing Her heels
one by one
to do so.

"Good girl!"

Emboldened,
Bitch
begins sucking
Her toes,
one by one,
slowly and carefully,
her long hair
cascading down her back,
nipples hardening
in anticipation. . . .

Stroking and kissing
Her long silky legs,
she hesitates
at Her hips,
looking up questioningly. . .

Miss stands up,
slides Her skirt off,
then removes Her panties,
sits down once more,
spreading Her legs.

Bitch moves her head
between them,
begins licking
Her womanhood,
reveling in Her scent,
delighting in Her tastes. . .

Miss grabs her hair,
shoving Bitch's face
roughly into Heaven,
so she can devour
Her with gusto. . .

Bitch's eager tongue
explores Her,
penetrating ever deeper
before reaching
the Nirvana of Her clit,
working on it greedily.

"I'M CUMING!"

Hot liquid spews
from Mistress,
Bitch does her best
to lick it all up,
but most ends up
coating her face,
dripping down her chin.

Miss pulls Bitch up
by her long hair,
hugs her naked body
tight,
kisses Bitch
with pent-up
Passion
and
Desire.

They are One. . .

Soon
two naked bodies,
one Collared,
are writhing about
on a large bed
make with red satin sheets,
huge pillows.,
Bitch doing everything she knows
to please her beloved Miss,
until Dawn,
when the bright sun
pours through the bare windows.

Reluctantly
they disengage
and,
while Miss showers,
Bitch sponges herself off
as best she can,
then puts the robe
back on her damp body,
heads to her cubicle
and sleeps,
satisfied
that once again
she's served Her,
hoping to do so again
soon. . . .

"Good night Bitch!"