Our evening
A gift from my pet
Chapter XX: Dinner & Dessert
As we sit to eat dinner together, we take a short reprieve from the sub/dom play to simply enjoy each other’s company. We talk about our weeks, our theories for the latest show we’re watching, take turns going on nerdy rants, and laugh at inside jokes together in between bites of food. Occasionally the conversation shifts to what we both enjoyed so far about today in between sips of wine, but for the most part the conversation remains largely wholesome. It would be a slightly odd sight if someone were to walk in on us in this moment: the two of us laughing and chatting together over dinner while I sit wearing nothing but a skimpy maid apron and collar, and you sit without any panties in nothing but a corset. But despite the juxtaposition between our outfits and our actions, or perhaps even because of them, it makes the dinner feel all the more romantic knowing that only we are getting to share this experience together. This moment is ours, and nobody else’s.
The candles have gotten a bit lower by the time both our plates and our wineglasses are empty. I feel a warm, tipsy buzz bouncing throughout my body from the wine as I stare dreamily into your eyes. As you swallow your last bite, you let out a satisfied sigh and praise, “Dinner was absolutely delicious! Thanks for serving it to me, my pet” Like a switch getting flipped, my sub nickname lets me know that our play is about to resume, and I feel myself warming up in anticipation.
My tongue feels tingly from the wine as I reply, “Thank you so much, Mistress, I’m glad you thought so! But I think you look even more delicious right now…”
You raise an eyebrow, a devilish scheme brewing. “Which parts of me look so delicious, pet?”
“All of you,” I reply with genuine honesty and wonder. You look so beautiful right now behind the flicker of the candlelight.
With a smirk, you pull your chair back from the table. With a gesture, you order me to approach you on all fours. I crawl towards you, the path from my end of the table to yours feeling terribly long. As I finally reach your chair and look up at you, I can see you smiling down at me, pleased. You reach down a hand and start petting my head gently, the simultaneous humiliation and praise setting off fireworks of happiness in my brain. I feel myself beaming with pride over having pleased you. I’m so lost in your smiling face and soft touch that I almost don’t even notice you spreading your legs until you stop stroking me and rest your hand gently on my head.
At eye level, I finally notice how wet you truly are. You still aren’t wearing any panties, so a sizable puddle of your juices have started to form on the leather seat of the dining room chair. I’m about to lean my face forward to clean you up, when I feel your hand stop my head from coming closer.
I look up at you with pouting, hungry eyes, like I didn’t just eat a delicious meal and was a starving yet again. You simply smile and begin stroking the side of my face, “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you pet? You truly think all of me looks delicious?”
“Yes, Goddess!” I answer gleefully.
Your grin widens, you were planning this all along. “Prove it.” I feel my head thrust downward until I’m eye-level with your foot “Prove to me just how delicious you find your Goddess, first. If you do a good enough job convincing me, then maybe you’ll earn a chance to taste my more special parts for dessert.”
We both soak in the humiliating scene as I start kissing and licking your bare foot. Foot fetish isn’t really either of our things and we both know that. This is about power. This is about you showing me my place. Both this honor and anything above it is a privilege only offered to me by the grace of my Goddess. As I feel myself getting hard, as if reading my mind, I hear you say “And I know I don’t have to tell such a good boy like yourself, but no touching yourself until I say so. Okay pet?” There’s a certain predatory growl to your voice. Perhaps it’s the wine, or perhaps it’s just the arousal building ever higher within you, but I feel myself getting drunk off it all the same. If I listen closely, I start to hear the subtle squishing sounds of you playing with yourself as you stare down at me. You resume petting my head, this time with your other foot, rather than your hands. Bending over to pet me with your hands is beneath you right now, even if your hands weren’t busy elsewhere.
“Switch sides” you order, and without skipping a beat I obey. My vision is cast downward, dutifully obeying my Goddess’s orders, so I can’t say for certain, but I imagine you biting your lip as you stare down at me debasing myself just to prove my devotion to you.
To mix things up, you interrupt my licking to start wiping the saliva off your feet by rubbing it back into my face. Using your feet, you angle my face to look back up at you. My face is flush and I have a glazed over look in my eyes that unmistakably light up when our eyes meet. You’re so focused on getting yourself off that you don’t say it out loud, but you can’t help but think I look kind of beautiful with my face covered in saliva and the leftover filth from walking around the house barefoot all day: so pitiful, but so… right. You feel yourself growing even wetter…
All of a sudden I feel myself pushed back. At first I’m afraid I’ve displeased you, but then a heady “Good boy” coming from above puts me at ease. You stand up from your chair and kneel down beside me. I feel my heart start to flutter from your presence. “I still think you have a bit more work to do in order to prove that you truly meant what you said,” you whisper softly into my ear, “but I’m a kind Goddess, so I think devotion like that deserves a mini treat.” I feel your hand rest on my back. Your hand feels wet, and it takes me a short moment to realize that it is the same hand you were using to touch yourself. You guide me over to the seat once more, and I can now see that the once-small puddle of arousal has grown to miniature lake. The imprint left behind in the leather by your asscheeks has formed a natural reservoir where your juices have begun to pool. You give me a mocking smile and run your cum-covered hand up and down my back. “I made this just for you, it would be rude to turn down such a gracious gift from your Goddess, don’t you think?”
You raise a good point, that would be awfully rude of me, wouldn’t it? “Thank you so much for this gift, my Goddess,” I squeak out as I bend forward to start licking the seat clean.
Your slow rubbing becomes a gentle scratching up and down my back. “Good boy…” you croon, your voice getting heavier as you watch me lick the cum-covered chair where your bare ass once sat. You stick around to watch for a moment longer before giving my hair a tussle and telling me, “Keep going, I’ll be right back.”
The thought of stopping never crossed my mind, even before your order. Your distinct flavor and smell has mixed with the smell and taste of the leather to create an intoxicating new sensory mix that I can’t help but want to drink in. I’m not sure how much time has passed before I hear the *click* of a leash being attached to the collar and a gentle pull to let me know that you’re there. “You’re really going to town, aren’t you, pet? I was standing back here for quite some time watching you, but you looked so happy I almost didn’t want to interrupt,” I look up at you as I feel the leash tighten, “but… while I’m so very glad you enjoyed my gift, I believe you still have work to do, pet”
You lead me back to the bedroom. You strip off my apron and take your time stripping the last of your clothes in short strip-tease before laying face-up the bed. Despite lying naked before me, your grip remains firm on the leash to remind me who’s in charge. “For your next task, I want you taste every part of me that you haven’t already tasted today to prove you weren’t lying before. If you think you’ve tasted everything and you’re right, you get a prize! But if you miss or avoid a spot, you get a punishment. Think you can handle this game, pet?”
I can’t help but give a stupid grin. “Yes Goddess, this sounds like a fun game!” I reply, thoroughly enthusiastic about being able to worship your body like this.
You smirk evilly as you reply, “We’ll see… Also, as a ‘thank you’ for enjoying my gift so thoroughly, I’m feeling generous: you’re allowed to touch me, but only as long as it doesn’t get in the way of your tasting. Now get to work, pet!”
I thank you profusely for your kindness before getting to work. I start from your stomach and slowly kiss my way up to your breasts, bypassing them for a short moment to kiss my way up through their valley and up to your neck. When I reach your lips, you grip my hair to keep me in place for a long moment, forcibly making out with me to yet again remind me that you’re the one in charge here. When you finally release me, my face is flush and it takes me a short moment to catch my breath. Kissing down the opposite side of your neck, my hands massage your sides as I make my way back down to your tits. I take my time kissing and licking around each breast before finally wrapping my lips around your nipple. I gently massage your shoulders while I alternate between sucking each tit, taking pride as I notice your muscles begin to relax under my touch. Eventually, I move on to the arms, kissing my way down and back up each. I can still taste the dried pussy juice on your fingers when I reach your hand, and I take my time savoring the flavor as I suck it off your fingers. You writhe and giggle a little bit when I reach your armpits, but you did ask me to lick every part, so you can’t quite punish me for following orders. As I make my way back down to your legs, I take a short detour to plant a loving kiss on your second pair of lips and lick away some of the wetness that has formed there. A subtle tug stops me before I dig in fully, “Ah ah, the order was to taste the parts of me you haven’t already tasted today. Keep it moving, pet.” I let out a pitiful whine at being unable to savor more of your taste. As I resume kissing and licking my way down your thighs, I can see more wetness quickly replacing what I licked away almost immediately before your pussy is once again out of sight.
I spend the next 20 minutes rubbing my hands along your body, kissing and licking every inch of you I can reach. When it’s all over, you’re a relaxed puddle on the bed, staring up at me with sleepy eyes. Upon hearing that I’m done, you stretch and stand up once more, “So, pet, do you think you got every part?”
I mentally retrace my steps and am fairly sure that I did. “Yes Mistress, I think I did.”
You answer with a warm smile that makes me think I got it right. You guide me down onto the bed for what I imagine will be my reward. This time, I’m the one lying face-up. You climb on top of me, slowly lowering your pussy down to my hard cock. You lean forward to put your face next to my ear. Just as I feel the wetness of your entrance kiss the tip of my cock, I hear you whisper “Wrong.”
Shifting your weight to hold me down, I let out a sad whine as you lift yourself away from my needy cock. “Sorry pet, you missed a part. It’s a shame too, because I was really looking forward to rewarding you just as much as you were.” Despite your words, your face makes no attempt to hide that you are just as happy with this outcome as you would have been with the other, “Oh well, at least I’ll get to enjoy your punishment just as much.”
You spin around and orient yourself to sit on my face once again, though the excitement in your voice lets me know there’s something more to this punishment than just some simple pussy-eating.
“Your punishment, my little toy, is to finish tasting the part you missed.” Gripping the leash tightly in one hand, you spread your asscheek with the other, and I immediately realize what part you’re referring to. We both know that anal play isn’t your favorite, but once again this isn’t about the enjoyment of the act itself, this is yet another power play. And once again, you had planned this outcome from the very start.
For a small moment, I hesitate. But this is a punishment, and any hesitation is yet another sign of disobedience. Disobedience is not acceptable. “That wasn’t a question, toy, that was an order!” Pulling the leash up between your legs and sitting your full weight down on me, my face is thrust between your perfect ass. It isn’t until my nose is forced between your gorgeous asscheeks that I realize it actually doesn’t smell that bad at all. With a revelation, I realize that you must have freshened up when you stepped away to grab the leash earlier. The inevitability of this moment hits me all at once and I feel myself heating up at not having realized sooner. ‘My Goddess put extra effort in to make this experience as pleasant for me as possible, and I was going to go on without even stopping to appreciate her kindness’. Even as you force me to kiss your ass, I can’t help but think of how lucky I am to have such a kind and thoughtful mistress. And despite my initial hesitance, it doesn’t take long for me to get turned on by the thought of being forced– no, given the privilege of getting to even lick my Goddess’s asshole.
You can’t help but smile as you notice my cock twitch the instant my tongue makes contact. “I know you have your mouth full at the moment, but it looks like you were telling the truth after all. I’m sorry for ever doubting you, my pet.” You never truly had any doubt, but it’s fun to be reminded of your pet’s devotion every once and a while. “Tell you what, as a reward for being such a good and honest boy, despite failing to taste everywhere on your own, I’ll let you touch yourself. BUT, only as long as you keep licking, and you can’t cum until I give you permission. How does that sound?”
You can’t make out any of the words, but you can feel the vibrations of my speech rippling between your buttcheeks and the licking intensify, so you assume it words of agreement. You expected nothing less.
My cock is painfully erect by the time I grab onto it and start stroking. It’s like the outside world no longer exists as my world has become enveloped by ass. I wholeheartedly lick everything within reach, feeling out and tasting every inch of the smooth and elastic flesh with the tip of my tongue. After a few minutes, the only smells and tastes are my own saliva mixed with your sweat. Wetness on my chin and throat let me know that I’m not the only one touching myself. Occasionally, I feel your cheeks flex around my face. Sometimes they’re involuntary, but other times they’re strong and intentional.
Above me, you’ve let go of the leash, knowing it’s no longer necessary to keep me in place. You’re very much getting off to bullying me with just your ass, watching me jerk myself off like a horny degenerate to nothing but the taste of your ass-sweat and an intense desire to please you. Even though you’ve offered me the dirtiest part of yourself, I still continue to worship you like you have offered me the greatest treasure imaginable. In a way, you have, since anything offered by my Goddess truly is the best gift I could ever ask for. Such devotion just makes you want to bully your pet even more, and the rubbing of your clit intensifies…
I feel your flexing become much more intense and sporadic as you almost begin bouncing on my face. I just barely make out a muffled order to cum within the chaos as I feel you begin to shudder above me. I’ve been close to the edge for quite some time now, so it doesn’t take me long to catch up to you. I keep jerking my cock as cum erupts all over my stomach and legs, both of us riding out our orgasms together until we’re left out of breath and panting. You wait a moment longer before finally lifting your ass off my face: a reminder that you could keep me there all night if you wanted to. You cuddle up beside me and wrap your arms around me, staring into each other’s eyes and smiling. We give each other a warm kiss, (despite where my mouth has been), and just lay together, enjoying each other’s warmth while we both catch our breath. It isn’t until a minute or two later that I finally have the breath to speak as I nuzzle up to you,
“Thank you so much! A perfect dessert for a perfect meal, Goddess!”