Downtown Glamazon

"What's in the box?" She asked, cockily, greedily.

I padded in my soft bare feet over to the box and stood over it teasingly, watching her eyes scan my body like lasers. It pleased me that they lingered on my soft feet. It had been so long since my feet had been worshiped the way they deserved; the way I expected.

"It's my toy box." I whispered and watched as her whole body sat up even straighter. She's so fucking perfect. Her brown eyes were ruining my life. They were so sultry, like expensive coffee.

I pulled a select few implements from the box and returned to my chair. "You wanna see?" I teased. She nodded eagerly.

"Crawl." I commanded. And she did, immediately, flawlessly, like a long, sleek panther crawling to its prey. Her perfect, naked ass swayed side to side as she stretched her body out, her head lowered, eyes raised to mine, elbows on the ground. Someone had shown her how a domme liked their sweet subby cats to crawl- as low to the ground as possible, tits brushing the floor, ass held high on display. She was perfect. All ll I could think of was "Perfect." and "Ruin her."

She stopped in front of me and crawled up my lap so that her tits were on the same level as my pussy. "What do you have for me?" She asked, cautiously but eagerly. I stroked her suddenly so sweet face.

"You were even easier to break than I thought." I smirked.

"Yeah," She laughed, "It only took you like eight months." I couldn't help but laugh in response.

I had to punish her for being so audacious.

"Yeah, I have something I wanna show you." I said, pulling out my nine inch, thick pink dildo and inserting it into the o-ring of my panties. I slid to the edge of my chair.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, leaning forward, my lips within kissing distance of hers. She reached her tongue out and licked my lips sloppily and I fell in love. Her hands moved to my breasts and she drove me crazy easily with soft little strokes of her nails on my hard, super-sensitive nipples. I felt like lightning was coursing through my veins.

"Fuck me." She said hungrily, and I died.

"Earn it." I smiled.

"How?" She asked and suddenly, this was a different girl. She danced lazily to the music, between my legs, on her knees. I silently motioned her forward with two quick flicks of my fingers.

"Show me what that mouth does." I whispered. She was so obedient and so sexy, her hands instantly gripping my upper thighs, her sharp nails digging in. I prayed they'd leave scars forever so I could always remember that this was real and not the fantasy fever dream it felt like.

Slowly, she lowered her head, her tongue already out and ready, and began to lap at the head of my strap. She looked so beautiful. I pulled her hair back so I could see her lips form a perfect, red O around me. She sucked it so well, it felt like watching a beautiful work of art unfold- a perfect present slowly unwrapping.

"Yessss baby." I purred. I began to move my hips in rhythm with her, meeting her challenge, to see how much she wanted me. She took inch after inch so gracefully, pulling at my cock with her mouth so hard that it massaged my clit and I could feel it building inside me like a great ball of light, pink and sizzling hot like currents in a violet wand.

I grabbed the back of her head and started to fuck her mouth. Mascara ran down her face slowly in sweet black tears. She moaned a little and blinked at me, her eyes sparkling. It turned me on so much when she let herself gag a little. I just wanted to see her take the whole thing and she did it so beautifully.

"Come on." She said before moving her mouth up and down, faster and faster, and I did- I came on and on and on.

"Such a good girl." I whispered, once I caught my breath. My thighs were covered in honey. I stroked her cheek softly and she nuzzled against me.

"Did I do good?" She asked sweetly.

"Get in my bed." I replied. She did as she was told, crawling onto it slickly just like she did when she crawled to me on the floor. I only ever wanted to see her on her knees, but there was something I needed to show her.

She willingly gave me her wrists. I bound them in the cuffs from my dream and hooked them up to a little handle on my headboard. "God..." She pled, so fucking needy.

"Follow me into the fire." I whispered in her ear as I pulled out my black leather strap, perfect for whipping and punishing naughty girls. I could see she was holding her breath.

"Want it?" I asked. She merely looked at me with fear in her eyes, but her hips were swiveling back and forth excitedly.

"Say it." I commanded, looking hard into her eyes, dying when she licked her lips in response.

I traced the firm belt down her body and back up to her lips.

"Kiss it." I said boldly and she did, God she did. She kissed it like her life depended on it. My heart melted.

"Good girl." I said, pulling the strap away. She leaned forward and licked it. I took her head in my hands and kissed her with every piece of passion I'd ever felt for her since the moment I saw her. She massaged my tongue with her and sucked on it like she was dying and I just let her take me and kiss me for as long as she wanted, as much as she wanted. I started to wonder if she was topping from the bottom. God I needed her.

I traced it down her body slowly, circling each nipple and then swatting it hard out of nowhere. To my pleasure, she squealed with delight.

"Oh god, I'm catching feelings for you, I think." I laughed. "Maybe I misjudged you. I think I actually kind of like you after all."

"What are you gonna do to me?" She whispered, biting her beautiful lips. She twisted and squirmed on the sheets.

I responded by sliding the strap all the way down her body and back up again. I slapped her other nipple hard with it and she squealed again. I took her injured nipple in my mouth to comfort it as I squeezed and played with her other nipple, squeezing her tits, her belly, her hips. She responded to every single part of my touches, rolling her hips, rolling her eyes, moaning, pleading.

It was when she whispered, "Please don't hurt me, Winter." that I knew I had to destroy her forever. I slid my leather strap straight down to her pussy, turned it sideways and pressed it against her vulva, her whole pussy. She straight up screamed. It was music to my ears.

"Oh god baby it feels good, it feels so intense!" She pleaded. I started to slowly rock it up and down and back and forth.

"Fuck! Fuck! More, More!" She screamed. I rubbed it back and forth faster and faster until she came, screaming, biting into her own arm because the pleasure was too much to hold inside her all at once.

I didn't let her catch her breath before I spanked her gently right on her pussy with my strap. "AAAHHHH" She screamed, panting hard from her orgasm and the shock of the pain.

"Ooooh no, please." She begged. "It's too sensitive, please stop."

"I know you don't want me to ever stop." I spanked her again, lower, closer to the opening of her cunt. Her face contorted so beautifully as she moaned in pain. "You're such a good girl, you're so beautiful." I gushed. I had no idea what was coming out of my mouth. I just kept gently spanking her perfect little pussy until she came again, her head thrown back in pleasure, her graceful wrists pulling helplessly at her cuffs.

"Thank you, Mistress." She panted.

"I'm fuckin in love with you." I whispered. She smiled and reached to kiss me. I kissed her so fucking sweetly as I slid my cock inside her. She shrieked with surprise and pleasure. I filled her up so quickly and easily. She was so ready for me. She came in seconds as I rocked against her over and over.

"Please, Winter, let me eat your pussy." She begged and I uncuffed her in two seconds. Two seconds later, her sweet mouth was buried between my legs. She slowly licked the opening of my lips and they parted for her like petals on a flower. Her hands squeezed and massaged my tits.

"Yeahhhh," I sighed, tangling my fingers in her hair and pulling her more deeply into me. My little brown curls were soaking wet and she was savoring me like wine. She sucked my whole pussy into her mouth and I moaned loudly, arching my back and begging for more. I exploded from within over and over and over and over. I jerked her hair away roughly. "No more!" I begged. It was too good and I couldn't take any more or I'd die.

"Oh enough, pleeeease," I sighed, so contented, feeling like I was astral projecting. This could not possibly be my life. She slithered up beside me and buried her face in my neck.

"I still think you're a fucking bitch." She whispered sweetly.

"Mmm, me too baby." I signed happily.

We laid in each other's arms in the glow for hours, catching our breaths, talking about our favorite music. She was so gorgeous and well-read and her taste in dance music was immaculate.

I felt her start to fall asleep, one leg over mine, one hand tangled in one of mine, my other arm around her soft, calm body. Her breathing made everything feel like it was going to be really good forever. We laid like that happily, vacillating between light chatter, flirting, and little naps.

"Who are you?" I asked her. She wasn't what I had expected and she knew that. She knew I wasn't the one in control anymore. She had me.

"I'm your worst fucking nightmare." She laughed, sending me into a fit of giggles.

"You're sweet." I said.

"You better not fucking tell anybody." She winked.

I flipped her over easily. She was so soft and relaxed. "Let me worship you, baby." I whispered. "You did so good for me."

"Mmmm" She moaned sleepily, working her hips back and forth slowly. I kissed her soft, full lips, nibbled on her neck and ears until she giggled, lazily kissed my way down her gorgeous, tan chest and perfect tits. I sucked each nipple until she moaned loudly and twisted them in my hands until she shrieked.

"Too hard?" I mocked. She blushed feverishly.

"I'm not letting you go yet. You look too fucking hot with the dawn illuminating you." She swooned. I kissed her nipples gently and dragged my tongue down her taut belly and down to the tops of her thighs. I spent time languishing there, licking her slowly on the soft, sensitive skin right between the tops of her thighs and her pussy.

"Please please please!" She cried.

"But there's still so much of you left to taste." I teased, but it was impossibly hard not to dive face-first between her legs. She was so fucking wet from coming so hard so many times. But I wasn't quite done with her yet.

I licked the honey from her thighs slowly as she squirmed and pulled my hair and begged. "Don't make me tie you up again" I warned. God, she was sexy.

My tongue trailed down her long legs. I placed soft kisses on each of her toes and down the soles of her feet. She moaned and giggled as I tickled her gently. Suddenly, I slid a finger inside her. She screamed.

Instantly, I felt her cunt squeezing my finger hungrily. "You want it, babydoll?" I asked.

She was breathing so hard, she could hardly answer me. "Please, Winter, please make me come with your perfect mouth, please." She panted.

I sank my tongue into her dripping wet pussy as deep as it would go. I wrapped my mouth around her entire cunt and sucked her clit while I licked her opening over and over until she was just babbling nonsensically.

"I knew I would be the girl you'd be speaking in tongues about." I growled, running my tongue all the way up to the top of her clitoral hood and shaking it softly.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" She screamed as I slipped two more fingers inside. God, she felt like home when she tightened around me the way she did. I fucked her slowly and softly but I ate her pussy ravenously.

Her legs trembled. I had already come three times without touching myself since I first tasted her. I licked her like I was fucking dying and she screamed and christened me in the only way I ever wanted to be baptized.

"Winter!" She cried.

"That's it, baby, give it to me." I purred as she moaned and cried. It was so fucking beautiful. I continued to lick her softly and slowly until she pulled me up to her by my hair. It hurt and I fucking loved it. She kissed me hard, soft, slowly, quickly. I wanted to live inside her kisses. They were everything.

Miserably, her alarm buzzed obnoxiously, just as my coffee maker started going. "Oh motherfucker, I have to go to work." She exclaimed, hurrying up and grabbing her clothes. She leaned in for a quick kiss.

"Not so fast." I kissed her hard and snatched her romper. "I'm hanging onto this so I have a reason to make you come back."

"You're not serious!" She scoffed, as she realized I was going to make her walk home in nothing but her half-bra, lacy panties and heels. Her stockings were somewhere shredded in my bedroom. There's my spicy girl again. All the orgasms had turned her vulnerable and sweet, but I knew it was impossible for her to stay like that for long.

"If you ever wanna see your clothes again." I say.

"I love that romper." She pouted. I giggled.

"Fine, I accept your challenge, but you have to walk me home."

"Challenge accepted." I was delighted.

And so at six in the morning, I walked Freedom home, my arm around her, both of us clad only in our bras, panties and heels. I handed her a fresh espresso at the doorway and kissed her so much, just in case it was my last time.

"Have a good day at work," I kissed her hard one last time. She responded by pecking my lips sweetly and gently. I walked home, my body aching to stay in her presence.. Once I crossed the threshold, I turned to see her gorgeous body taking up all the space of her door frame, her hip cocked out sassily, one arm holding onto the doorframe, one hand holding her coffee.

I couldn't help but smile at her. What a fucking portrait, damn. She blew me a big, beautiful, smeared-red-lipstick-blood-and-come kiss and shut the door.