Alice, My Special One (continued)

'Yes, my mistress...you know what's best...'

I'm not sure that I did, but I had thoughts about what I wanted, and sometimes I just begin with an urge not really knowing where it will take us. It is like beginning a piece of art; I never know what the outcome will be, but if I can be in the process, that is all that really matters.

I was in my own little world, the excitement almost too much to bear. Alice's surrender made me crazy and I felt so strong and, yet, in a way, curiously compliant. I had given myself to her, and though she often said that she was mine, I was also undoubtedly hers. Alice told me she enjoyed being my plaything, and when she lays herself down for me or kneels in front of me at my request, she was that person that she desired to be. And, she was what I wanted her to be; her gift is so powerful, so true.

All these thoughts were a backdrop for my feelings just now. It wasn't that I was thinking them exactly, it was just that they were there. My fingers continued to slide in and out of my wetness and I drew little circles over my bud. I was tremendously turned on, and as I gazed at my lover, my eyes became moist, my breathing stopped briefly and I continued to masturbate, watching her and wondering where my desires would take me today. I could decide, and in that moment of decision, I felt powerful and giving, wishing to take my sub with me, where we would walk the path that leads to the line that sometimes divides pleasure and pain, going a little further into the deep and the unknown.

'Screw the coffee', I thought and I wandered back over to be with my darling sub. I feel so strongly about her, and when we are together like this, I am very turned on. I stood over her with my middle finger up inside me and my palm bumping against my clitoris.

'I will need to lick you, my beauty.'

'Rae...'

'But first, I will restrain you so that you are mine to enjoy.'

'Oh, God...'

I sat down next to my lover. I leaned down and whispered to Alice, 'You smell marvelous today, Alice. I have a powerful thirst for you. I want to drink from you deeply, make you wet and slake my thirst.' Alice twisted and sighed. Her bottom was still a little red. I put my hand on it and slid my fingers into the crack. My forefinger probed her little opening and she opened her legs to give me more access. I knelt beside the couch and kissed her warm bottom and slid my tongue in to touch her star. Alice opened more, and thrust her ass up. She buried her face in the pillows and my tongue found her wet slit. She tasted incredible and was so wet with excitement and anticipation. This was going to be only the beginning of our time together as my mind reeled with fantasy and desire.