Visit With Mistress Ch. 03

I struggled with the inner turmoil of just how best to wake Mistress. My mind was racing as I stepped out of my clothes and stepped into the beautiful black lace panties.

Surely she would be pleased that I had let her rest, and surely she would take pleasure in the fact that I was following orders and wearing her panties. I stopped as the top of the steps, took several deep breaths and tried to settle my raging emotions. What if I was making a mistake? What if Mistress didn't plan to use me this weekend? What if I angered her by waking her? My mind was a flurry of activity as a descending into the den area and stood gazing across the room at her sleeping form.

I ran my hands roughly over my face as I slowly walked across the room. The fire had long since gone to embers and a subtle dampness seemed to hover throughout the room. I walked quickly to the hearth and went about laying the tender inside. As the fire caught and grew, I sat starring into the building flames. My emotions and mind were a flurry of activity; I turned at a rustling sound behind me.

Mistress Veronica sat up slowly, pushing the blanket aside as she did. She rubbed her eyes and quickly perused the room, with her gaze finally coming to rest on me.

"Mistress, I hope you slept well."

"Yes boy, I am sorry I was more tired than I realized and have not made for very good company, but I shall remedy this all in good time."

I nodded as I rose to walk toward her. I was silently relieved that I hadn't had to come up with a proper way to wake her now and that she couldn't be angry with me if I had done so. When I stood before her, eyes downcast and hands behind my back in a "present" position, she slowly uncurled herself the rest of the way and stood.

A whisper of a smile hinted at her lips and her eyes were sparkling. She slowly walked around my form, tenderly reaching to touch a little here and there. When she made her way round me and reached my front she slowly lifted my face in her hands.

"Nice panties, my boy."

"Thank You Mistress, it is always a pleasure to wear things that please you."

She reached down and cupped my balls within her hand ever so gently, before leaning in the softly kiss my lips.

"I have plans for you this weekend Charlie, but I think a little wine is in order and some talking first."

"Of course Mistress."

I quickly knew my duties and while no specifics were given I was in full understanding that I now had my role clearly outlined and fell into the submissive place at once. I quickly went to retrieve her wine and asked permission that I may enjoy a glass with her. She gladly agreed.

I quickly gathered wine, glasses and a small fruit and cheese platter I had prepared from her instructions earlier and moved swiftly back to the den and my awaiting Mistress.

She stood in front of the fire, her arms encircling her torso and her eyes staring intently on the fire. I cleared my throat as I walked toward her, set the tray down and reached out to her. Pulling her into my arms and holding her there; seemed like the right thing to do at the moment, when she sighed and nuzzled into my chest I drew her deeper into my embrace while softly running my hand along her back.

"Mistress, please tell me what has you so troubled."

"Yes... Yes I will my boy, I will tell you all of it, Come we will sit and enjoy our wine first."

Sitting and sipping wine, Mistress lay her feet across my lap. I automatically began slow, soft caresses to her feet and legs. She tipped her head back in quiet pleasure. I toyed with the tender flesh behind her knees, making her moan out. As my hands traveled up her legs and come to rest on her exposed thighs I dug my fingers into her warmed flesh. Her response was immediate. Her eyes flew open and bore holes into my own. Her wanton desire was rolling off her in waves, and my own needs were taking form with a fearless vengeance. As I moved my hand positions and slowly ran my hands along her inner thighs I careful and purposefully ran my thumb along her panty covered mound. Her sharp intake of breath told me that she was enjoying all I was doing. My own erection was screaming from the confines of the black lace and I desperately wanted to free it from its prison. She smiled at me as she scooted herself farther down, exposing her full panty covered treasure. I grasp her through the thin material and massaged her. The heat she was producing was amazing and I licked my lips hard as I envisioned the slow sensual thrust that would take me deep into those needy folds if only she would give me the chance. I teasingly played with the little wisps of hair than poked out the sides of her panties. She rolled her hips toward my hand, causing intense pressure to herself. I leaned down, positioned myself between her ankles and slowly kissed my way up first one leg, then the next. Having fully run kisses the entire length of both legs I carefully brought my face close to her glory. Her breath was coming in short pants as she allowed me to ease her hips up and remove her damp panties. I slowly leaned in, breathing her aroused scent deep into my nostrils. With a gentle flick of my tongue, I brushed her engorged clit. She bucked against me; her hands flew to my hair and pulled my face deep into her tender folds. I deliberately used slow teasing stokes with my tongue, hoping to prolong her pleasure, all the while prolonging my torture. She was moaning out in wanton need and as she tightened her hold on my head rode my face with everything in her. When the first orgasmic wave rocketed through her body she screamed out my name. Her body was taught beneath me and as I struggled to regain my breath she was guiding me up to her. Our lips met in heated passion. She forcefully pushed away and shoved me back against the couch. In one solid movement she was above me straddling my waist. She ran her hands along my chest as she set upon my neck. She licked and nipped at the flesh there bringing my needs to the highest level I have known. My cock was painfully erect and stretching the confines of the thin lace that currently bound it from springing entirely to life. She ran her hands between us, playfully tugging at my nipples as she moved down my body. She eased her body back, sitting hard on my swollen member. As she rose and grasp my cock and balls I moaned out forcefully. My head was spinning, my breaths were painfully erratic and my heart felt like it would break free from my chest at any minute. She smiled up at me and then sank to the floor between my legs. I tried to talk to her telling her that I was to be pleasing her, not the other way around, but all that my parched throat could produce was a low grunt.

She smiled up at me again as she slowly pulled the overstretched fabric down and away from my throbbing cock. She licked her lips as she slowly and deliberately as I had moments earlier before grasping hard onto me. I sucked in a deep breath and fought the will to explode right there in her hand. She flicked the tip of her tongue across my bulbous tip. My hips involuntarily jerked bringing my cock to rest against her slightly parted lips. I swallowed hard and she slowly parted them further to take me into her mouth. The hot wetness engulfed me and I moaned out in pleasure. She worked my shaft with her talented mouth and tongue while grasping and pulling out on my ball sack. I was totally engrossed in the feelings and sensations she was giving me that I never felt her release my cock from her mouth and start speaking to me.

"BOY, I AM SPEAKING TO YOU!"

I jumped forcefully at her words and tone. Heat rushed to my face as a flushed with embarrassment. I quickly dropped to the floor before her.

"Mistress, I am so sorry, I was so involved that I was only feeling the pleasure you were giving me. Please forgive me; I will do anything you wish"

She let out a deep sigh and turned from me. She walked to the end table and retrieved her wine and drank deeply. I remained kneeling on the floor, my head lowered in shame and my now flaccid cock was trying to hide away in the folds of my skin. I sighed deeply, knowing that I had yet again disappointed Mistress Veronica. I damned myself silently and fought within my head for the right words to express my mistake and sorrow for making it.

The only sounds the filtered into my ears between the raging beats of my own heart were her shallow breathing and the occasional crack of wood in the fireplace.

She broke the silence softly but forcefully.

"My glass is empty boy , rectify it immediately."

I stood quickly and retrieved the wine from the bucket in which it was chilling and swiftly proceeded to fill her glass. I sheepishly asked for my own drink and she handed it to me without a glance nor comment. I drank deeply, hoping the fruity sweetness would curb my overly dry throat and give me the fortitude to grovel like I knew was needed for the situation.

"Mistress.... I truly have no excuse for my actions, I was so wrapped up in the pleasure you were giving me I lost focus on the most important thing there is, You. If you could find it in your head and heart to forgive me, I will do my best to attend to your every need and desire and take nothing for myself in the time we have left this weekend."

Saying nothing she slowly curled her legs beneath her body, reached for a cigarette and inhaled deeply. I finished off my wine, set the glass down and sat at the base of the couch at her feet. My eyes were lowered and I didn't dare say anything more, for I knew I would only make the situation worse. The silence was deafening and the time passed slowly by, first a few minutes and stretching to a full 20 minutes of silence. My mind was reeling with the possibility that she would release me from her service, the idea spiked horror throughout my entire being. I shook with fear and as tears threatened to fall as I tried desperately to steel myself. Just as I had gathered my courage to venture another apology, Mistress cleared her throat.

"Boy you have been serving me for well over a year now, in that time you have made many bad steps, however you have grown in many great leaps. Your reactions to my actions tonight were not a submissive's responses so much but pure human. I was very angry at first, and was thinking of some wonderfully apt punishments that would follow however as I have sat here and watched you struggle with your own demons as a result of a human reaction I realized something, deep down that would not be right to punish you for this. I have decided that instead you will remedy the situation and please me until I am totally satisfied, and perhaps if you do well your own pleasure and release will be in your future."

I nodded in understanding and quickly went about gathering the wine, fruit and cheese platter that we had yet to uncover, and our cigarettes. I watched her walk slowly across the room and up the stairs, the tension that plagued her earlier rode high in her shoulders as she ascended. I let out a deep sigh and followed her.

She had the small bedside lamp burning and the covers turned down, when I entered the room carrying the tray. She moved toward the dresser and slipping from her robe proceeded to sit and brush out her hair. I moved behind her and slowly massaged her shoulders, willing the tension away. The massive knots at the base of her neck slowly began to loosen as I carefully worked the area with my skilled hands, when she reached up to take my hand our eyes met in the mirror.

Tears glistened in her eyes as she spoke.

"I have not been totally honest with you since I de-boarded the train, you sensed it then and even my nap couldn't put this horror behind me, you have tried several times since we have been here to get me to open up and talk to you, to confide in you, for that I thank you. I do have plans for you this weekend my boy, as your Mistress however this issue must be addressed first and foremost, because up until our episode downstairs I hadn't realized just how much this affects everything."

She paused, almost as if gathering inner courage.

"I was let go today from my employer, the merger I have spent the last year perfecting and working on making happen fell through yesterday afternoon and I was left holding the failure. The boss needed someone to blame and I was the perfect fall guy. I was assured I would get a severance and a excellent reference when I went looking for work but they felt I had not pulled my weight on this project and since I hadn't landed this major account, they felt, that while my past spoke highly of me, I was too big a risk to keep on. The fact is this project was costing the company over a million dollars, and I was responsible for making it happen as the head representative. The fact that I had a team of twenty under me made no difference to them at all. They blamed me personally for this failure and I in turn took it very personal, I have taken some of the emotion out on you indirectly and for that I will apologize only once."

I wrapped my arms around her from behind, stood her up and pulled her gently back against my body. She melted into my arms, laying her head on my chest.

"I'm sorry, this is shitty all the way down, what will you do?"

"I don't know at this point, but I will not just give up, I cannot sue them for wrongful termination because when the project first came to being and negotiations were made for me to step into the head advisor/representative, a clause was put into the contract that this was a make or break career move, and if for some unforeseen reason the client decided against using our services I would tender my resignation. I was so damned confident, I had prepared for everything I could imagine, ran down every scenario I could think of as to why they would not use us except one thing, I failed to take into account that the father, while retired was a majority share holder and in the end the decision fell onto him. When he burst into our meeting, just as the sons were about to sign, and advised us that as the major shareholder of his company he had decided against going global, and our services were no longer needed; I can't tell you how pissed I was, not only at the course of events but my own lack research into the old man. And then to be called into a conference call and told I was being terminated and that once I returned to the area, I was to come and clean out my desk, I was devastated; so when you picked me up from the train of course I was distracted."

"Mistress, it is understandable that you would need time to process all of this, I will give you the time and space you require and if you choose to send me away I will be disappointed but understand completely."

"No, my boy, I have no intention of sending you away, as I have said I do have plans for you this weekend and this course of events does not change that, however it may change our future meetings and such."

I nodded in understanding and stepped back from her, slowly lowering to me knees at her feet.

"Mistress, I am here to serve you totally in mind, body and soul, for you to do as you wish for only your pleasure."

She ran her hands softly through my hair as she stepped closed to my kneeling form. Her scent was intoxicating, and I found myself becoming aroused by the close proximity of her womanhood. I licked my lips hard and fought the urge to sample her sweetest spot. She lifted my head and leaned down to kiss me gently on the lips.

"Come my boy, you still have to make up for your actions from earlier."

I rose and followed obediently toward the bed.

She lay down slowly, enticing me with her voluptuous form. When she failed to produce my collar and cuffs from the bedside table, I understood this was not to be a night of punishment, but rather that of simple sweet pleasure. My heart was soaring as I slowly ran my hands along her legs. Her eyes were closed as she yielded against my soft touches and I could see the tension leaving her body. I carefully massaged her, first legs and feet, then torso and arms before making my way back to her wonderful tit flesh. I slowly cupped her warm inviting breasts, playfully teasing her nipples with my thumbs, and when I took first one and then the other into my mouth she shuddered under my touch. I deliberately trailed kisses down her belly and back up again before making my final descent toward her mound. I breathed out forcefully at the top, letting my breath sway the hair that lay there. Carefully I ran my lips along her, keeping just far enough away for the sweet center to tease and torment her. She wiggled beneath me, begging me to lick her. I very slowly took her mound top into my mouth, sucking gently. The heat which radiated from her was intense and I fought to keep my pace slow when I really wanted to devour her in one fast movement. She was moaning with pleasure as I casually jutted out my tongue for the first taste. Her hips immediately bucked against my outstretched tongue. I grasp them hard and buried my face into her tender woman flesh, she moaned out in pure pleasure as the powerful, releasing wave rolled through her. Her pussy contracted showering my face with her wonderful juices. I buried my face harder into her, grinding my nose against her erect clit. When the second orgasmic wave overtook her, she reached, grabbed my head tightly and rode the wave of ecstasy. She lay limp and motionless beneath me; her breathing was hard and erratic. I struggled to keep my composure, struggled with the fervent need to enter her quaking form and take what I wanted. I carefully slowed my breathing, taking in her scent. My erection was painfully hard and I willed myself to remember my place. I was carefully caressing her once more, using slow relaxing movements. Mistress leaned up and looked down at me smiling.

"Excellent, my boy"

I continued to caress her softly never letting my eyes leave hers. A gentle understanding passed between us from the look.

I scooted up to lay beside her, taking her into my arms. She laid her head in the crease of my shoulder and tenderly ran her hands along my chest. My erection had subsided some however my heart still beat with a pounding force beneath my ribs. I nuzzled my nose into her hair, which was now a tangled mess from her trashing, and breathed her in.

Slowly she leaned into me, trailing kisses along my chest. My breath caught in my throat as she teasingly licked and nipped at my nipples. My cock lunged upward, begging for attention. She grasped me hard, pulling and twisting as her hand fully enclosed my hardness. My breath was coming in short pants and my ears were pounding from my own racing heartbeat.

She smiled down at me as she leveled herself above me, all the while continuing to have a tight hold around my cock.

"You pleased me well; perhaps you should be rewarded after all."

In one quick movement, she had me in her mouth and was sucking greedily. My body was a tight as a bow string and I could feel the heat rushing to every area of my body at once. My ears were ringing and my breath was coming so fast I feared I would hyperventilate. I could feel my cum boiling in my balls, begging for release I was sure would come very soon. When she stopped abruptly, I groaned in protest.

"Good night my boy, see you in the morning."

She rolled over and turned out the light.

I lay there in the dark, my breath ragged and my need for release ever so present. I sighed loudly and willed myself to relax, trying to ebb the anger and disappointment that coursed through me.

It seemed like an eternity before my erection began to subside and my breathing returned to normal.

As I lay listening to Mistress's soft snores, I smiled into the dark for a job well done.