Sally

Wednesday nights are slave nights. We took turns for a while. It became apparent that he was a better slave than I so we've settled in the one way.

He removes his underwear before he leaves work, goes commando. After putting his car in the garage and closing the door, he removes his shirt, pants, socks, and shoes. If I'm feeling charitable, I leave an old pair of my panties on a nail in the garage for him to put on. Otherwise, I get to watch him walk naked across the yard to the back porch.

Upon entering the porch, he kneels at the back door. He may find I've put some dried rice in his spot to make him uncomfortable. I use a random number generator to determine how long he must wait for me. I sit up front in the sunlight enjoying a glass of wine. I may have on a lounging jacket or a bikini, just my daywear, or still be dressed from work. I may talk with friends or shop online while he waits.

Today, since this is leg month, I'm wearing a mini skirt and a lacy pink bra-top and some platform sandals. I had legs waxed and on a whim, had my nails done today since that seems to excite him. After the nail appointment, I came home and excited myself to orgasm, taping the session to show him later. I didn't clean up since he likes me best 'dirty'. Silly man.

I put the wine down and moisturize my legs lovingly in preparation. They're smooth and soft and lovely in the mirror. The timer beeps and I walk to the back porch.

He's so beautiful, kneeling there, so humble, eyes on the ground before him. I savor the sight of his naked body, the muscled broad back and shoulders. It still makes me tingle to think about him ... well, more on that later.

Right now I'm busy.

I walk closer to him, my lovely feet and shoes in his vision. He quivers at the sight of me, the sound of the heels, the fragrance of the lotion, his thoughts on his future.

I slash his back with the riding crop and he cries out in surprise.

"Close your eyes."

I remove my panties, squat over his head, and urinate on his hair. Just a bit. This is symbolic, not relief.

"Use the sink here. Rinse your hair. Dry it quickly and meet me in the bathroom."

I turn, go to the bathroom, finish my pee. By the time I'm finished, he arrives, his hair still damp. He kneels, let's me smell his head. He's been thorough enough, but I sense the faint smell of the wine. My mark on him for the night.

"There's no tissue. Lick me clean."

We do not address each other as 'Slave' and 'Mistress'. It's unspoken.

He lovingly cleans my pussy, thoroughly ensuring I'm fresh as a daisy. It feels good. He knows now I'm wet inside from earlier, also. His erection looks painful but his expression is controlled. I giggle.

"Stand."

He stands. His cock is red and the veins stand out. I grasp it, stroke it.

"You have work to do before I pleasure myself with this. Come."

I walk out to the back garden, arrange myself on the cushioned chaise, champagne sweating in an ice bowl, warm fall sunlight, soft music playing for me. The people in the office building behind the garden know it's Wednesday. He knows they may watch and this is part of his humiliation.

"I grant you one request."

He kneels beside me, looks at me with puppy-dog eyes, full submission noted. I smile at him.

"I only wish to serve you."

Good.

"I went shopping this morning, then lunched with Paolo. He made me sit on his hand while we shared a salad at the mall. His middle finger is as big as your cock. I was quite excited. Sadly, he was called away before he could finish me."

His cock twitches. Paolo is my fitness instructor and as handsome and muscular as he is gay. My affair with him is fictional. The slave knows this but we find it a useful means of my sharing specific fantasies. I have no doubt I'll find his finger in me at some meal this weekend. Till then, I continue.

"Massage my legs with your tongue. Do a good job and I'll find some sweeter task for it afterward."

That's how my lover came to be licking me all over my legs in the garden, his cock swinging back and forth for my amusement. It's quite stimulating as well as amusing. He starts with me relaxed and licks around my sandals, over my ankles, up my calves. When his back gets tired, he lifts my leg, holds it to his mouth and suckles the fragrant soft flesh. He stays below my knees until I give permission.

This takes quite some time. I sip champagne, read a magazine, call my girlfriends. He enjoys listening to me share our last sexual encounter with Shellie, my best friend. He took me doggy style in our den with the evening news on the television. He excited me with his slow torturous thrusting and then when he sensed I was near, pinched my ass as hard as he could. I came so hard, my arms out before me, helpless over the back of the couch. Still have the bruise. He hadn't finished, made me finish him with my mouth while I was still in that position. This saga told, I put her on speaker while she tells me about blowing some delivery boy at the salon for a tip since he agreed to carry a box to the storage room. Her staff knows what the storage room means, I guess, left them alone. Must have been a footballer - she loves athletes. Slave boy concentrates on pleasuring my flesh but he's listening. I sense he'll demand oral service this weekend, also. I don't have to give him ideas, but it's fun to tease him. Maybe I can order something for delivery soon, have him bring it in.

This has been fun, but...

"Stop."

He stays on his knees but rises up, attentive. His arms go to his sides, his cock still ridiculously hard before him. If it softens, I have only to slash his back with the crop. He loves it as long as I don't overdo it.

"I've prepared a tray in my bathroom. Retrieve it and return. There's a towel over it. Do not disturb it."

As he walks away, I stand and remove my thong, damp from my earlier exertions. I'll have him wash it later. He does all my lingerie. Ladies, teach your men to do fine washables. They love it and it's so tedious. Soiled, they smell like you and this imprints them as deep as they go.

He returns with the tray and I remove the towel and reveal a bowl, shaving creme, and a ladies razor.

"Shave my cunt."

He takes the bowl, brings it back filled with warm water. He lovingly soaps and washes my pussy hair, spreads the shaving creme, and begins gently shaving me. He is focused and attentive, covering me with his fingers when necessary to protect delicate tissue from the razor. He is so good at this that I sit back and relax and let him work. He finishes with a warm cloth, then spreads a soothing creme over the bare skin. He is careful not to invade my privacy. I tease his neck gently with the crop.

"Bring me a mirror."

He runs out, dick bobbing, and returns with a hand mirror. I examine his handiwork and smile at him.

"Very good. Excellent, in fact. I may hire you out to my girlfriends."

He smiles back at the thought of access to so many pussies. He knows at least 3 of them would try to fuck him. I watch that erection twitch, grasp it and stroke it lovingly.

"Kiss my pussy, darling. Make me, no, take me all the way."

He begins. I've taught him to spend time on the inside of my thighs and to use his fingertips. He licks then suckles the flesh, his fingertips teasing the other side while working tantalizingly slowly toward the middle. Finally, his nose tickling the newly shaven mons, I feel his lips on mine and he begins the French variation you've all read about. No, it's the Russian...

I pat his head after coming so many times I can hardly raise my arms. I know his mouth must be tired but he is a strong, strong man and doesn't surrender to fatigue. I turn over, glancing at the clock, noting it's past midnight. He strokes my bottom, lovingly. An invitation, not a request.

"Darling."

"My love."

With these words, we return to our selves, wife and husband. I want sleep, then to kiss him tenderly before getting up to make his favorite breakfast.

He takes my hand, places it on his poor cock, hard as a rock. I stroke it lovingly. Women bond, too.

I turn, nuzzle his ear, whisper, "Put it in me. Please?"

I sit up, pull my legs under me, bend over and raise my bottom before him. The newly shaved skin tingles a bit. He caresses my thighs, rubs my ass with both hands, opens my anus with his thumb.

I whimper but how can I refuse?

I take the crop in my mouth, pull my ass open with my hands.