She towered above me, her hair shading my face like curtains and her hands grabbing ahold of each of my cheeks, pulling me into her soft kiss. We locked eyes, and I could see what she was planning in her head. Her gaze was humbling, to say the least. When she looked at me, my place and purpose in life became crystal clear. I was hers to use, and she was mine to follow. She laid me down, and my heart began to race with anticipation of what was next to come.
She always had to tease me first because, well, trained pets have to show restraint before they get treated. Mental games of how long I could wait had become a regular occurrence in our play, but this time she didn’t make me wait long. I think she was almost as eager as I was, but I would never dare say that to her. She watched my face intently as she slid her hands up and down her body, highlighting her curves. Her fingers playfully tugged on the bands of her sheer lingerie. Little by little, her panties were pulled down to reveal a soft, plump mound. I wanted nothing more than to press my face against her then, but I held back patiently. Her delicate fingers danced along her nipples, getting them firm. I watched goosebumps appear on her breasts from the cool air and thought to myself about how I could warm her up if she would just let me touch her.