She came over and lay with me on the bed. I held her close to me, making sure she had wonderful aftercare.
Always important to take care of your one after a good night of wild sex.
She purred into my ear. My hand explores between her legs and her softness. She purred more and louder. She was soon exploding on my hand. She leaned over and took me in her mouth. Soon I was exploding in her mouth.
Her phone alarm went off and she had to get ready for the day.
She took a quick shower, dressed, and kissed me goodbye
“See you next Wednesday, but here this time Myles!”
I patted her ass as she exited the door
“Next Wednesday My love! “I said.
CHAPTER SIX:
As our weekly tryst continued but now, it took a twist.
I found out that Keiko had a bit of a kinky side. So we started to explore it.
She would come to my house and go to my back porch. There she would remove all her clothing. She would then place the pink leather collar and wrist cuffs that I had in a metal box with a lock on it. She would open the box and place the collar around her neck and lock it in place. She would then kneel Nadu at the door and ring the bell twice.
I would then let her kneel there for a bit in her slave position. Arms on her upper thighs.
I loved when the moonlight would shine on her beauty, giving her an angelic glow.
When I thought she had been there just enough I would then open the door and allow her in.
She would then rise and would follow me into the house,10 steps back. She was turning into a good slave.
I was new to all this Master /slave relationship so together W/we were learning.
She was allowed to sit at the kitchen table and have her drink. We would then sit and talk about our week.
After we had finished our drinks, we would go into the living room. There she would kneel at my side. Leg spread wide and palms up!
Her form was perfect, her thighs spread wide, her back held straight or arched slightly, breast thrust forward, her head held high with eyes lowered submissively, sitting back on heels, hands resting palms up making herself sexually available.
Most times, once she did this, I allowed her to sit on the couch next to me.
We would kiss and I would then caress her tender body. Tweaking her nipples and clit. Getting her aroused. She softly moaned as I did this.
I would then stand and head to the bedroom. No commands as I needed none.
She would follow at her paces.
Once inside the bedroom, I would drop my robe and stand before her. She would kneel before me and take me in her mouth. Her tongue and lips making love to my cock and balls. She was very skilled at the art of pleasure.
I would then lie on the bed, and she would join me, her legs spread wide.
I would then pleasure her. I would caress the outer folds of her pussy lips and flick a finger over her clit. I would do this for a bit till I could see her pussy glisten with her juices.
Diving in and eating her out. Rolling her clit between my fingers, I would get her to the point of orgasm and stop. I would do this too quite often; her lithe body would tremble as I did so.
She knew what was going to happen now.
I would then rise above her and slide my hardness inside her tight pussy. Her legs would wrap around my back, and I would ram inside her.
Her pussy held tight to my cock and the feeling for me was awesome.
Having learned the art of controlling my orgasms, I could hold off for a bit. It wasn’t easy since my slave knew a thing or two about pleasing her man.
We always seemed to cum together, as if we were meant to be in this cosmic lust fest.
Our Master /slave relationship has continued to grow slowly. We are learning together. There is trust and honesty between us.
That doesn’t mean there haven’t been a few rough patches, but we have worked through them.
She has been punished for some backtalk or not adhering to the goals I have given her. And we have become stronger for it too. Of course, she found that sitting down was a bit painful for a few days. Having been a recipient of 40 whacks from an oak spoon on her heart-shaped ass!
Our Wednesday midnight sessions are a pleasure for both of us.
She has now taken to not wearing underwear under her slip-on dresses. And we have matching bracelets on our wrists to signify our love. We are one on Wednesdays
The end for now.