The Mistress One Farm Over Pt. 01

Liz plotted for a while, thinking about how to approach Mark. On the other hand, Mark spent the next couple of days dreaming of her, longing for her presence during his loneliest moments.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mark's phone buzzed, and he received a message from Liz, "Hey, it's a bit weird, but I'm not feeling well. I was wondering if you could come over and help me with some simple tasks around the house. I promise they won't be too demanding."

Mark's thumbs quickly moved across the screen as he replied, "Sure, do you want me to come over now or tomorrow? Are you okay?"

Almost instantly, another message from Liz appeared, "Come by as soon as you can. I'm not sure what it is, maybe just a 24-hour bug, but I really need some help. I can't even get out of bed."

Moments later, Mark arrived at Liz's door. He knocked, feeling a little silly, and picked up his phone to send a text. But before he could hit send, a message from Liz appeared: "Just come in."

He opened the door and called out, "Hey, Liz, I'm here!"

There was a brief silence, and then he heard Liz's weak voice coming from the distance, "through the kitchen, stairs on the left, the third door." Following her instructions, he found himself in her bedroom. Over the past couple of nights, he had imagined what her room might look like, and it wasn't too far off. It was a modestly decorated space with a sensible headboard, a TV opposite the bed, a large dresser, and a closet. Cozy and unpretentious.

Liz, looking as stunning as ever, was indeed in bed. She didn't appear visibly sick, but she seemed miserable. A weak smile formed on her face as she saw Mark. "Hi," she said, her voice feeble. "Thanks for being so sweet." Unfortunately, Mark couldn't see much of her as she was wearing an oversized white T-shirt with a logo from a restaurant he'd never heard of. Her hair was haphazardly clipped up, reminding him of a campfire with its fiery color.

"I have a kettle downstairs. Any chance you could put some tea on for me?" Liz requested, her voice sounding a bit congested.

Mark readily agreed and made his way downstairs. He called up through the hall, "What tea do you want, and where is it in your kitchen?"

Liz's response came from upstairs, "The cupboard next to the fridge, on the top one. Mint tea sounds good." Mark dropped a tea bag into the kettle, let it boil, and poured a glass before returning upstairs. He handed Liz the tea, and she placed it on her night table, expressing her gratitude.

"Is there anything else I could help you with? Do you need some food or anything?" Mark asked, eager to assist.

Liz replied, "You're such a good boy," trying to sound nonchalant while secretly gauging his reaction. Her words sent a jolt through Mark's body, but he did his best to hide his excitement. "Haha, I'm just glad to help," he responded, attempting to sound casual and failing.

Liz seemed like she wanted to say something but hesitated. After contemplating for a while, she finally spoke up. "Actually, there's one thing I would really like if it wouldn't be too much trouble. I know it might be overstepping a bit."

Mark quickly answered without even hearing the full request, trying his best not to sound desperate. Unbeknownst to him, Liz could sense his eagerness. "Sure, anything. What's up?" he replied, attempting to maintain composure.

Liz explained that she felt unclean due to exhaustion the previous night, and being sick all day prevented her from getting out of bed. She expressed her desire for a bath and asked if Mark could help her into the tub. As she spoke those simple words, Mark's excitement surged, making him feel like he was going to burst.

Gathering himself, Mark responded, "Yeah, I could help you with that." He carefully avoided sounding overly eager or creepy, realizing it was an extraordinary opportunity.

Liz pointed to the room next to hers, indicating the bathroom. "Can you run a hot bath? I need some steam. Under the sink, you'll find bath products. Just toss in whatever you think smells good," she instructed.

He carefully followed Liz's instructions, attentively listening to her every word. Mark entered the bathroom and began running the tub, adjusting the water temperature to a soothing warmth. He plugged the drain and allowed the tub to fill, making sure it was at the perfect level.

Underneath the sink, he discovered various bubble bath options, all with pleasant scents. After contemplating for a moment, he chose a lavender-scented one, recognizing its calming properties. Pouring a generous amount into the water, he watched as the bubbles multiplied, creating a frothy and inviting atmosphere. Mark also noticed a few packets of Epsom salts and decided to add one, hoping it would aid in Liz's relaxation.

Satisfied with his efforts, Mark left the bathroom and returned to Liz's room. With a gentle smile, he informed her, "It's ready."

Liz took a sip of her tea, briefly pausing to taste the comforting warmth before setting it back down on the nightstand. She glanced at Mark, a playful smile forming on her lips as she held her arms out, as if to say, "Will you be my knight in shining armor?"

Mark couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness. He met her smile with one of his own, determined to maintain his composure. "Yeah, I think I can carry you to the washroom," he replied, his voice steady but his heart racing. As he moved closer, Liz playfully swept the blanket off herself, revealing that she was wearing his boxers that he had left there earlier. Their eyes met, a silent acknowledgment traded but they didn't say a word about it.

After swallowing hard, Mark reached down and gently slid his arms beneath her knees and shoulders. Liz responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly to ensure she wouldn't slip. He lifted her up, surprised by how light she felt in his arms. As he placed his hand on her back, he couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing a bra, though he hadn't expected her to be in her current state. The thought sent a tremor through him.

He focused on maintaining his composure, determined not to let her down. Carefully, he carried her to the washroom, attempting to make it look effortless as he walked towards the bath. As they entered the bathroom, Liz commented on the pleasant scent, expressing her appreciation for his choice. Mark stole a quick glance at her, their faces mere inches apart, and she smiled.

"Put me down on the edge," she directed. He gently set her down, and she supported herself. After a prolonged silence, she broke it by admitting, "I might need a little more help undressing..." Mark's body tensed, struggling to maintain his composure. He swallowed hard and replied, "I think I can do that." Looking up at him, she playfully asked, "Do you think you can be a good boy and help me?" A mischievous smile danced at the corners of her mouth.

"The top half is easy," she says, reaching down to the hem of her shirt and raising it above her head. She confidently hands it to him, doing her best to appear at ease in this vulnerable moment. Mark's gaze fixates on her exposed pale skin, her breasts where much larger then her expected and her nipples a light shade that almost seemed to disappear against the rest of her breast. momentarily captivated by the sight. With great effort, he tears his eyes away and brings his focus back up to her face.

She chuckles, "It's okay to look, I get it. I'm one hell of a stunner, huh?" She jokes, placing her hands on her hips and playfully twisting her shoulders, attempting to maintain a sense of control in the situation. She seems to handle it effortlessly, while Mark has quickly transformed into a helpless, smitten mess.

Mark swallows hard, his gaze lingering on the sight before him. He carefully reaches down, placing his hands just below her ribs, avoiding any inappropriate contact. Liz places her hands on his shoulders and leans into him as best she can, relying on him for support. With his assistance, she manages to stand on her own. She instructs him, "Okay, I think I can hold on to you now and stay standing. Just give them a tug down, I guess."

Mark follows her instructions, swiftly pulling down her shorts until they fall to the ground, forming a small pool around her feet.

Liz's words hang in the air, breaking the tension with a touch of humor. "I'll cut off the awkwardness immediately on this one. Just give it all a good look. I know you're going to want to. I appreciate the help, and I don't mind." Her voice seems distant to Mark, as if filtered through water, but he takes a moment to let his gaze sweep over her, taking in her entire form.

He takes his time, starting with a slow gaze at her petite feet, which seem smaller compared to the giant boots he's seen her wear countless times before. His eyes climb up her legs, appreciating the definition in her calves that transitions into strong, muscular thighs. Moving further up, he admires her curvaceous hips, within said hips he pauses seeing her pussy shaved recently a simple line that melts his brain. His gaze continues up her body, pausing momentarily on her breasts before crossing her collarbone and meeting her eyes once again.

She locks eyes with him, her voice dropping low as she whispers, "You really are a good boy."

The weight of those words resonates powerfully in his ears, sending a shiver down his spine. He feels her hands shifting from his shoulders to the back of his neck, pulling herself slightly closer. "If you keep being my good boy and doing what I need I'll be very nice to you" Her words hang in the air as she leans in, closing her eyes, and kisses Mark, her breathy tone adding an air of seduction to the moment.

Mark kisses her back passionately, his arms sliding behind her back to pull her close to him. He can feel the heat between them, their bodies pressed against each other, as her arms wrap tightly around his neck, urging him closer. Eventually, she breaks the embrace, her voice filled with a hint of longing, "Could you help me get into the water now?"

Mark nods, his heart racing, and gently lifts her, carrying her towards the inviting bathwater. The steam rises, creating an ambiance of warmth and intimacy. With care and tenderness, he lowers her into the tub, supporting her back as she eases into the soothing water. The bubbles swirl around her, adding an element of playfulness to the moment.

He watches her, captivated by her presence, and offers a gentle smile. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and desire. "Just stay with me," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of the water. "Keep being my good boy." Mark nods his silent agreement.

Her one hand rests on his hip as he releases her and as she settles and slides around the front of his thigh and brushes over his swelling member "Since you've been such a good boy, I think I can help you a little."

She suggests, "Why don't you start by matching my current outfit, and then I can help you out in the way I see best?" Her smile takes on a mischievous tone, and Mark notices a shift in her demeanor. However, he doesn't dwell on it and quickly focuses on undressing.

Standing before her, Mark feels a bit self-conscious, unsure of what he's expected to do. He wonders if he looks foolish, presenting himself in this manner. Liz's eyes roam over his body, and he can't help but feel like she's appraising him, assessing his form.

Her eyes slowly ascend Mark's body, mirroring the path his gaze took earlier. They begin at his feet, which appear larger than hers but lacking in any remarkable feature. Moving up, she appreciates the definition in his calves and the strength of his thighs. Her gaze then reaches his hips, which are juicier then expected. Her eyes slide over his cock slowly bouncing as it swells away from his body, on the larger side and uncut his balls hanging below the hair a little unkempt for her tastes. Continuing upwards, she admires his faintly visible abs, tracing the contours across his stomach. As her eyes travel higher, they land on his well-defined chest, appreciating the shape and tone of his muscles. Finally, her gaze rests on his face, noticing his avoidance of eye contact and the hint of embarrassment in his expression.

She speaks her next command, "start stroking it," she says and marks hand clasps his cock and slow rubs it back and forth as it reaches its full girth. She moans, "mmmm that's pretty good," he shudders as waves of pleasure move though him, his mind spinning this all happened so fast. "Slowly don't speed up yet," she says and he obeys slowing down making sure she show dosnt end too soon.

A bead of pre-cum forms on the tip of his cock. Liz reaches out and scoops it up on one finger. Mark shivers at her touch, she rubs the sticky goo between her fingers. Looking up at him again she sees he still not sure where to look. "Look at me silly, consider me your inspiration," she brushes and bubbles off her breasts and puts one arm underneath pushing her breasts up.

Even with his slow pace this shoves mark closer to his end but he doesn't look away anymore. "Oh that seemed to really work for you huh?" She says in a teasing tone. "When you get close I want you to ask me for permission," she says this like it's too obvious and barely needs to be repeated in the first place.

"You can speed up I'm ready for the main event," Mark does so speeding up his strokes, his breathing gets more labored faint moans escape his lips, "don't hold back those sounds I want to hear you sing" his moans grew louder and louder as he nears climax. Liz offers encouragement "oh ya, you're my good boy, moan for me, moan if you're my little slut, are you my little slut?"

Mark stammers out "I'm your little slut. Oh fuck, I'm close may I please cum"

Liz smiles widely, "bring your cock here and then yes," she gestures to her face and as he steps close she loops a finger and thumb around the tip of his cock and guides it to her mouth. He cums hard his knees almost buckle as pulse after pulse is swallowed down by her. Finally he's finished and she removes her cock from her mouth.

She wipes the sides of her lips, licking her fingers as if savoring a satisfying meal. "Not bad," she remarks, a playful tone in her voice. "You really are my good little boy, huh?" Mark lacks the energy to respond verbally, but he nods in acknowledgment.

"I'm going to lean back, close my eyes, and relax while I enjoy my bath," she instructs. "Once you're ready, you'll get up and leave. In the near future, I'll reach out to you again, and we'll see what happens then. Understood?" Mark nods once more, too weak to speak. "Good, good. Also, from now on, that area needs to be shaved or waxed completely. No hair allowed," she adds firmly, emphasizing her point. "As for the legs, they're fine as they are, for now atleast."