Saturday 22nd of October
Friday evening. 6 o’clock. Lady Sonia’s doorbell rang and the new stable hand that her husband Charles had just taken on the day before was waiting on her doorstep…
Wearing faun jodhpurs, leather riding boots and a Dublin riding blouse Lady Sonia was pleased to see that looked rather delicious…
“Ah… So you are the relief groom while my stable foreman is away this week?” she said…
Lady Sonia had been annoyed when Charles announced that he had “borrowed” a twenty one year old stable hand from the wife of one of his business colleagues… Of course he had only dared to interfere in the running of the stable in the hope of pleasing Lady Sonia… In the desperate hope that she would reward his actions by allowing him some form of sexual relief… But that was not even a possibility… But now this rather delicious creature had found his way to her doorstep and Lady Sonia wanted to explore a little further…
As soon as the door swung open the young stable hand gasped… Lady Sonia was even more beautiful than the other stable hands had described…. Standing there before him in a skintight black sweater and a little black pleated skirt. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, exposing her throat….
Lady Sonia looked him up and down and then announced, “Come in…”
He followed her into the sitting room where a large leather chesterfield sofa dominated the room. The television was on, but the sound was turned down, and a CD player played classical music. Mozart, he thought, although he wasn’t an expert…
Lady Sonia walked over to the table and then rejoined him carrying two champagne glasses and a bottle. He arched an eyebrow at her as she commanded, “Sit.”
He did as he was told. The couch was as comfy as it looked and she looked at him and offered him a glass.
“Bollinger?” she asked with a gleam in her eye.
He held out his glass and she filled it, and then hers. She sat down next to him, and raised her glass. He followed suit, and asked to what were they drinking.
“Possibilities… Let’s drink to you and possibilities…”
The way she said it, he felt himself stir. As he looked at her he thought of taking her to bed and ravishing her. Of caressing her curves with his hands and lips. Of biting her soft flesh. Of filling her with him. Of taking each other over and over until he couldn’t be roused anymore…
She smiled at him as they drank. She wondered if he knew what she was going to require from him. She was going to show him and of that she was certain…
She sat him down on the sofa. And leaned over him. He was sure she was going to kiss him, and he couldn’t wait. Her sweater hugged her ample curves, and when he looked up, he looked right into the valley between her breasts. It was dark and shadowed, and he leaned forward just a bit and inhaled. He could smell the enticing scent of Chanel Number 5, he thought. Her sharp tone stopped him in mid-reverie.
“WHAT are you doing?” she asked in a clipped voice.
He was confused. The night was going so well. The way she had bent over him, he thought she WANTED him to look at her. And he wanted to look at her. Touch her. All over. Especially those magnificent breasts.
“I… I… I’m sorry?” he offered.
“Excuse me?” she asked in a dangerous tone. “Sorry for WHAT?”
“I am sorry for… sorry for…” he struggled to phrase it in just the right way, but it was hard with her standing so close, glaring at him.
“Hmmmm??”
“Sorry for looking at you that way.” he finished miserably. He knew that he had just ruined any chance… There would be no holding her. No touching, no caressing, no lovemaking. Nothing. His face was bleak.
“That’s not good enough,” she told him. “Tell me what you were looking at, HOW you were looking at it, and why you shouldn’t have been.”
He groaned. This was unbelievable. She was the most maddeningly moody woman he had ever met. And yet…he was still thrilled by her. He still wanted her. He still wanted to touch her. Everywhere.
“Yes…” he started. “Mistress!” she interrupted him.
What?” he asked, confused.
“Yes, Mistress!” she spurred him on.
“Yes, Mistress…” he parroted, “I was looking at your…cleavage…”
“No, you were looking at my BREASTS, weren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress…” he started over. “I was looking at your breasts. I was thinking that I wanted to bury my head in them. And I shouldn’t have been looking because you didn’t tell me I could. Right?” he asked hopefully, looking at her.
She relented. “Now, you see… That wasn’t so bad… Was it? You just tell me what you want and we’ll see if I can help you…”
She was so excited. He would pleasure her the way she wanted to be pleased. She
wanted him badly… But…it would be HER way, or NO way…
He shook his head. The champagne was whirling through his system, clouding his judgment. Did she just invite him to talk dirty to her? That was what he THOUGHT he heard. He cleared his throat, because it was suddenly dry. She sat next to him. She poured him another glass of champagne. That was it for him, she thought. She didn’t want him drunk…just uninhibited. She held it to his lips… “Drink…you are thirsty, aren’t you? Drink…”
He drank down about half of the glass. And looked at her. God, she was beautiful. And if that was what she wanted, well, he would tell her exactly what he wanted to do to her.
“I want to take off all of your clothes,” he started.
“Oh yes?” she admonished.
He looked at her confusedly. What did she want NOW?
“What do you call me?” she asked sternly.
“Mistress…” he automatically answered. He looked at her face, and her luscious lips parted in a smile. He smiled back, and barely even noticed as she gently pushed him to his knees in front of her.
“Mistress…” he started again, looking intently at her face above him, “Mistress, I want to take your clothes off and touch your whole body.” He paused. “I want to kiss your lips, and your neck, and your ti- I mean, your breasts,” he continued as he watched her smile broaden.
“Really?” she smiled at him. He was coming along beautifully. She knew that he had a submissive streak in him. He was drifting down the path that she wanted him to go down with only the barest nudges from her…
He smiled dreamily back at her. She was glorious. It was going to happen. He knew it. She was going to let him make love to her. It was so right…he hadn’t ever felt this wonderful with a woman before. It just felt like the world was in balance. He would do anything for her. And so he told her. She looked into his crystal clear blue eyes… He had just never realized that deep down he wanted to have someone control him…
She wondered if he realized that was exactly what was happening. Well, he would by morning, she thought. And he would be HERS. She asked him to stand before her, as she remained seated on the sofa. He did, softly swaying with the champagne running through his veins. She took his hand and held it to her cheek. His fingers automatically went to caress her, and she pulled away.
“No… You only touch what I want you to touch… Do you understand?” she told him sternly.
“Yes…”
Her smile disappeared.
“Yes, Mistress…” he tried again, and was rewarded when her smile reappeared and she pulled his hand over her cheeks. She took his index finger and ran it over her lips. She flicked her tongue out, tasting him. Looking at his face while she did so. He stared back at her. Captured by her touch. The softness of her lips was incredible. And she opened her mouth and sucked the finger inside the wet warmth…. sucking and licking at him. He couldn’t help it. He groaned. Her mouth was amazingly hot and wet. He wondered what it would feel like if it were his cock inside that mouth. And he felt that cock grow and harden in his pants.
She glanced down at his crotch and saw the growing bulge. She smiled around his finger, but didn’t stop what she was doing. Just a little more, she thought to herself. Just a little more and he will be yours. He wanted to rip his clothes off, throw her skirt up and pull her panties down. He wanted to grind himself inside of her. Damn it, he wanted to fuck her!
She saw the feeling in his eyes. She pulled his finger out of his mouth and said, “Tell me… Tell me what you want…”
He opened his mouth and started. “Mistress…” he said without prompting, “I want to fuck you. I want to bury my cock inside you and make you cum…”
“Mmmm… Why don’t you take your clothes off and show me what you have for me…” she told him.
He started to strip hurriedly. He drank her in with his eyes as she watched him avidly. Her hands drifted over her breasts, kneading and stroking them through her sweater. He could see her erect nipples even through the knit material of the sweater. His mouth watered. He tore off the rest of his clothes and reached down and grabbed his throbbing cock.
“Please, Mistress, let me suck your ti—breasts,” he begged.
She half-smiled at him, at his eagerness. “You want to suck my breasts?”
“Yes. Yes. I want to lick and suck your breasts… Please…” he moaned.
“Come down here, then…” she told him. And he sat down on the sofa next to her. Her smile disappeared and that cold look of disapproval settled in her eyes. He knew he had erred, and immediately slid to his knees on the floor in front of her. His eyes were directly in line with her nipples and he couldn’t help it, he stared at them. She laughed gently, and slowly pulled her sweater over her head. Exposing the lace bra to his hungry eyes. He could see her dark nipples through the fabric and started to lean towards them, until he faintly heard her disapproving noise. He looked at her face, and knew what she wanted. “Please. Please, Mistress… May I touch your glorious breasts?”
“Yes… But no hands Just your mouth!” she told him. She was so pleased. He was SUCH a quick learner. She knew she was going to experience ecstasy with him tonight. And she would make him come harder than he thought possible, binding him to her forever.
He opened his mouth and centred in on a nipple. He grabbed it through her bra with his teeth and bit lightly. He was pleased with her intake of breath. He rolled it back and forth between his teeth, grasping his hands together behind his back to keep himself from using them to cup and knead that firm breast in his mouth. God, his cock was hard. He couldn’t believe how hot he was. He could smell the Chanel Number 5 even more potently now as he sucked that nipple through the fabric.
She was wet, she knew. She could feel the dampness of her pussy on her thighs. His teeth felt SO good on her nipple. But the other was getting neglected. So she pulled away from him, ignoring his whimper, and pushed the other nipple at his mouth. He latched onto it right away and worried it between his teeth. She let out an involuntary moan. “OOOhhhh… That feels SOOOO good!” she groaned.
He vaguely heard her and couldn’t help himself. He pulled his hands from behind his back and began massaging her breasts through the bra. Immediately she pulled away.
“Oh dear… I am so disappointed in you!” she told him in a downcast voice. He recognized his error, and tried to plead ignorance. “Mistress, I couldn’t help myself… You are just so beautiful and I couldn’t help myself… Please… Please… Let me make it up to you. Please!” he begged.
She looked down at his eyes, and she gloated inwardly. Oh, he is SO delicious. Deliciously submissive and doesn’t even realize it.
“Well…” She told him as she got up off the couch, “Since you begged so nicely, I am going to forgive you this time. BUT…” she added as she saw the smile on his face, “I am not going to take any more chances.” With that she reached into the drawer beside her and pulled out a set of black cuffs. He looked at the cuffs, and he felt his cock pulse. He had never been tied up. He had never really thought about it. But…as she walked over to him and told him to put his hands out to her, he couldn’t deny the thrill of excitement that ran down his spine through his twitching prick as he felt the leather around his wrists. She walked behind him and said, “Hands to the back, please!”
And he automatically brought his hands behind his back and heard the click of a lock as they were fastened together. She looked down at him. He knelt on the carpet, sitting on his heels, and hands behind his back, cock hard and pointing almost straight out. She could see a small glisten at the end. And she smiled at him. He smiled back automatically. She resumed her seat on the sofa and said, “Well, since you handled that so well, I think you should get some reward, don’t you?” He nodded eagerly. Her hands came up to her nipples and pulled on them. She reached behind her and unfastened the lacy bra and pulled it off. He moaned. There they were. Those glorious breasts… The flesh was a creamy white and he could see the veins running under the skin toward the hard nipples. Those nipples. He HAD to get them into his mouth. “Please? Please, Mistress?”
Instead of answering him, she reached out and ran her hand through his hair. She pulled firmly on the curls at the back of his neck and heard him groan. And then she pulled him forward. He automatically opened his mouth and sucked. Her nipple was about as big as the tip of his little finger, he thought as his whole world devolved into these two breasts.
These breasts… He could kiss and lick and suck them forever, he thought. He pulled hard at her nipple, and heard her groan. He wished he could do this for hours.
She let him suck and kiss and nibble at her breasts for a long time. She made sure she switched him from side to side so that each tit got its fair share of attention. He was wonderfully good at it, she thought, as she realized that she was going to leave a huge wet spot on her sofa cushion. Well, he would just have to do something about THAT, she thought, with a smile on her face. She finally pulled him away by the hair. His face was red, and his lips were swollen. His cock was still hard, she noticed.
“My nipples LOVE to be sucked hard!” she told him with a smile on her face. He just looked at the smile on her face and heard her approving tone. He wasn’t paying attention to her words. He just wanted to touch her more. He wanted to lick her. He wanted to taste her. The aroma of the Chanel Number 5 had been overcome by the scent of her pussy. He could smell how aroused she was. It kept his cock hard. He wanted to stay here like this always. Always making her feel good. Always hearing her approval. He pulled at his hands, indicating that he wanted to touch her. She saw, and asked him if he was uncomfortable. “No, Mistress, but I want to touch you… Please… Let me touch you…”
Lady Sonia stopped smiling and rose from the couch again. “I thought you understood… What matters here is what I want… Not what YOU want! Now… Are you uncomfortable?”
He rose to his knees again. “No. No, Mistress. I am not. Please…let me kiss you again.”
She reached into the drawer again. He caught the glint of silver as she pulled something out in her hand. “You know that you have made me feel good by worshiping my breasts and nipples… Every time you excited my nipples, I felt it here…” she said, cupping her pussy through the skirt. “Now it is time for YOU to feel it!”
With that she reached down and pulled on his left nipple. It felt good, and he groaned. The nipple grew hard immediately, and she gave it a sharp pinch. And laughed coldly as she saw his hard cock twitch with that pinch. She felt the other nipple and did the same. Another laugh… “You enjoy them being pinched… Do you?”
“Yes, Mistress… Please…”
“No, that isn’t what I asked… ” She answered. “Do —you—-like—the—pinch?” she asked again, punctuating each word with a pull on one of his nipples.
“Yes. Yes. Yes, Mistress… I do!” he told her, looking down at his hard cock and then back up at her face.
“Good… Honesty is important…” And with that she swiftly attached metal clips to each of his nipples. The sharp pain made him draw a few deep breaths, but he noticed that the throb of each nipple seemed to resonate in his erect penis.
“Oh… Mistress!” he looked at Lady Sonia’s HUGE nipples… Just inches from his face… And still gloriously hard…
She walked the few steps to the couch again, and he turned with her, not wanting to lose sight of her for even an instant. He wasn’t quite sure why, but he felt like he was adrift on an ocean and she was his anchor. She frowned down at the sofa. And he followed her gaze. There upon the cushion was a dark spot. She reached her finger down and touched it. “Hmmm… Wet… I wonder what it could be? Do you have any ideas I wonder?” as she took that same finger and touched him lightly under the nose. He inhaled deeply and knew without a doubt that it was the nectar from her pussy. He didn’t reply, just breathed again. She pulled on the chain connected his nipple clamps. The sharp pain made him look at her. “I asked you a question!”
“I… It… I think it is… You, Mistress..” he stumbled, not knowing what she wanted him to say.
“Hmmmm… Perhaps it is…” she mused. She took her finger and put it under her skirt. When she pulled it out, it was shining with her juices. “Why don’t you compare it for me?” she asked, as she ran the wet finger across his upper lip, dampening it. He inhaled again. God…she smelled so sweet and tangy. He wanted a taste, and he flicked his tongue out to try to lick the wetness off of his face. She smiled again, and watched as his cock twitched yet again. She idly wondered how much he could take before he climaxed without her even touching him.
“Mistress… Please…” he begged. “Please… I want to taste your pussy… Please… Let me eat you…”
“What? You want to lick my sex?” she teased him. “Would you do a good job? Would you make me cum? Would you lick all of my wetness up? Drink me?”
He moaned at the picture she painted. “Yes! Yes, please… Let me lick inside you… Let me suck your clit… Let me make you cum…”
She pulled on the nipple clamps again, enjoying the moans he made. She sat herself on the sofa again, and slowly pulled her skirt up. He could see… She had NO panties on… Just the fully-fashioned stockings… The lace tops were startlingly dark against the whiteness of her thighs. And her pussy. It was NAKED! She was shaved. He could see the red of her slit. He could smell her juices. He swore he could even feel the heat from between her legs…
She reached out again and pulled on his hair. “Come to me NOW! Lick me… Eat me… Suck the cream from me… Make your mistress feel good…”
And with that final word he buried his face into her hot, wet sex… He felt like he had finally found happiness!
