Silvia’s after dark fashion show begins with the outfit she had worn in Hawaii. While changing, she hid behind a fanned curtain humming to herself. She pops out showing the most beautiful costume wear. Within her hair is a singular hibiscus flower, and matching it is a sky blue beach robe. Under it is a very tight bikini set. She lets Mike take it all in slowly. First her front, her perky breasts when pushed together slightly almost fall out of the bikini top. She walks forward to be right up in front of Mike. “Take it all in, I want this image burned into your brain. I want you to only think about me when you cum.” Her hands slowly rubbing all over her own body, like lathering in soap that isn’t there. How Mike wishes to be the hands to guide her into each crack and crevice of her curves, making sure she is wet, making sure she is clean. Silvia turns around and all Mike can see is her beautiful ass inches from his own mouth. Just extending his tongue even a little bit he could taste her, but following her directive is even as much of a turn on as doing what he really wants to do. The bottom part of her bikini is bunched up, wedging between her two perfect ass cheeks. “I can feel your hot breath right up on my ass, toy. I will only allow you to fix my wedgie. It’s bothering me.” Mike has never heard this tone from her before. It’s mix of seduction and pure favoring request had gotten him confused. He begins to reach out and pauses. “M – Mistress, why can’t I just touch your body as well as fix your outifit?” His mouth is watering with amorous desire at this point. “Baby, it’s uncomfortable and I want to be comfortable when you do get handsy.” She grabs one of his hands, “These hands Mike, are soft, and I want them but in due time. Now would you please fix my wedgie?” Her butt is now very close to his face, and her request this time sounded like she was pouting. Like a little bratty girl not getting her way. To Mike this made his cock throb, begging his own hands to touch himself. He does what she asks and fixes her outfit. Silvia shortly moaned and chuckled “What a good little man servant you are.” She poses one final time for Mike and moves back behind the folding curtain for another costume change.
“This next one I am wearing for you, I know you love. I can tell you are the type to get really really turned on by this.” As she gives this little speech zippers can be heard, and then an adjusting whip crack from her accessory that went with the costume. Silvia steps back into view of her patron. In a hybrid of dominatrix leather attire and her usual Korean pop attire, she points a short whipping stick at Mike. “I really feel like myself in this one baby. Mmmf I want your mouth to water as much as my pussy.” Silvia shows off a variety of poses for Mike. She spreads her legs and leans half way in front of him so he has a clear view of down her chest popping out of her leather jacket. Her hair is now in a pony tail, it’s gorgeous waves forcefully tied back. Silvia used a similar knot that one would use to tie their partner to their bed for free use, degrading them to a literal object. She leans back up and walks up to Mike, making sure each step she made created an audible rapping of stilettos against the floor. “I have some more of this rope I used in my suitcase. Maybe I should tie you up like the dog you are, just have my way with you. I know you’d like it, so why not just really tear into you and have my way?” She locked eyes with Mike and slowly licked her lips. She approached Connor further, and sat on his lap, pressing his cock against him. He could feel the cold latex against his skin, but also just how warm her pussy was. He was in heaven, a seductive landscape of being used to his and her liking. She leans in as their foreheads touch and says in the sweetest yet seductive way “Mike baby, you are the boy toy I need, but my toys are as obedient as dogs. No one wants a disobedient pet right?” She caresses his hair and check slowly making her way to his mouth. “Ah ah ah, just nod. I don’t think you are useful enough to make noise.” Mike slowly nods as Silvia’s finger moves away from his lips. She gets off his now moist with sweat body and says “My property always has my name on it. So I have this cute tag I put on everything; suitcases, bags…dogs.” She walks over to a bag she had left on the chair and inside is a purple and pink color with a gold star dog tag on it. “I wouldn’t want my property lost or stolen from me, that would just make me really sad. I might cry Mike. Would you want to see your mistress cry?” The pouting tone she has taken resurfaces as she puts the collar around his neck. “Now, you are my pet and pets only speak when told to. The best pets always do what they are told when they are told.” While still in her dominatrix of love attire, Silvia grabs the panties from the bed again. “You were so good during my show that I think you deserve a reward from your mistress.” She balls up the banties and demands, “Open your damn mouth, taking all the time to smell them and you wouldn’t even taste it.” Mike sits there at the whim of his mistress. Degraded to an object sitting naked on a couch with a dog collar reading ‘Slut’ on it. The taste is just how Mike had imagined it. The similarities to the smell from earlier are uncanny; it was her. It was her juices. Her scent. Now it is in his mouth. While his dreams are stuffed down his throat, Silvia disrobes into nothing. Her full body now on display for her toy. Mike does not know what to focus on first, the immaculate dinner in his mouth or the beauty standing in front of him. He closes his eyes and briefly reflects on the taste of his mistress.
Salty from the sweat of determination and prowess. Sweet from her caring nature, honey perfume, and body lotion made from mangos she had used the day before. The blend of salty and sweet has been around for ages. It’s nature intertwined together at every turn; personality, food, nature, sex. The duality of being charismatic and charming to your partner, and then the next pounding their pussy or ass into submission do go hand in hand. It is too much of one thing for Mike to focus on, so he opens his eyes again. Now Silvia is kneeling in front of him, in between his knees. Glaring up at him as he enjoys his treat. “As you have been dying to taste me, I have been wanting for so long to find out how you taste.” With just this one sentence, Mike can hear how moist and full of spit Silvia’s mouth is. She begins by using only her tongue on his balls.
Stage crew had always been tough work, so having a clean shaven private area leads to less stink after a show. Mike’s balls and cock were shaven completely. Silvia could feel the individual bristles of tiny fibers around the bottom of the shaft. She could hear Mike moan slightly, for he is still muffled by the object of his orgasmic euphoria. “You taste just how I thought, I want more of you.” Silvia says as she moves her tongue now to his testicles. Her lips envelope both and she plays with them in her mouth. Liking and caressing with her tongue each one, like polishing a stone, a precious jewel even. “Don’t you dare cum yet, the fun is just getting started.” Silvia plops his manhood out of her mouth and now uses her hands to grip his shaft; stroking up and down. The moans deep beyond the balled up panties grow louder and louder and louder. Silvia’s hands never tire, she continues to pleasure and please her servant while humiliating him for his perverted efforts earlier. A warm less viscous fluid trickles down onto her fingers. She can feel Mike’s cock throb with anticipation, it’s his precum. Silvia slowly stands up, not breaking contact with the fluid now on her hands. “Well now, you didn’t cum of course, but you were about to. I guess that deserves some kind of treat for being a good boy.” She straddles him again and removes the wad of panties from his mouth. Mike gasps for air and his eyes lock with his mistress.
In the reflection of her eyes he can see a man; a man degraded far to the depths of perversion, but fueled by the sexual desire, the amorous wanton for more. More he has to have more! Silvia forcefully brings her soaked fingers to Mike’s mouth. “Lick them clean baby, it’s your dinner. If you’re good enough, maybe my toy can have some dessert.” As her fingers plunge into his mouth, they both moan in unison; creating a harmony from nature that has been around for eons. The orgasmic euphoria of sexual connection. The taste is bitter and warm, but he desires for more. Each finger is forcefully licked, and taken advantage of by his mouth. She pulls away her hand slowly, as a string of saliva and precum attach her finger to his lip. “I hope you enjoyed that baby, I want you to have more later. Remember, be a good servant for me.” There is not even a second of delay before he nods. Silvia has him in a trance of perfect submission. He shall and will do whatever she demands. A sexual slave to her most deepest and darkest desires within the confines of this sexual and risqué nature of her now perverted brain. The whole time he was receiving his reward, her bare body sat upon his lap. Her warm, dripping pussy mere microns away from his cock. Mike deeply wanted to feel how warm and moist she is inside, but would not dare push the envelope and get fired.
What else could Silvia have in store for her toy? Her shift into this beast of nature demanding the ever pleasures of sexual acts is never ending. It is like someone had read the corners of Corner’s mind and perfectly transcribed them to play out in real life. “Let’s see how deep I can take your meat baby.” She adjusts herself again so she is level with his cock. In a seductive manor, she grips his shaft and rubs it on her face. He feels how cool her face is, there is a sudden urge for him to change that for her.
He needs her to stay warm.
He needs her to be protected.
He is her lapdog.
A lapdog indeed, who gets special treatment for being a good boy. Silvia’s supple lips envelope the head of his cock. How interesting the texture of her tongue is. A warm and wet tendril moving about the head, teasing him. She wants him to moan, to squirm, to show who is in charge and just what they can do. “You cum when I tell you to slave. I want you to last.” Silvia growls at him now with new ferocity. “Yes mistress, for you I will do anything.” Mike’s voice transforms into a scared simple tone, mixed with the moans of pleasure. This is Silvia’s queue to continue on with her masterful tongue work. Like a skilled painter with a brush, she uses her tongue to guide the image she desires. A couple inches further she takes him in. Mike can hear her gag with how much of his shaft is in her mouth. The gags, gulps, and slurps are loud. She is telling him how much he does deserve this in these audio queues. While she slobbers on his shaft, her hands play with his balls. It is all in the finger work, she twists and presses slightly, Mike moans. Like a master lockpicker breaking into a safe filled with diamonds, she uses the sounds of her lover as she advances. Her head begins to bob up and down the shaft, slurping and sucking as she goes.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/v8v1zz/a_cup_of_tea_part_3_mf