The Lesbian Mistress and Her Pet (Lesbian Roleplay, Domination Submission) by Tara Cummings Page A

to
please my mistress with my mouth. I loved to watch her face as I licked up her
pussy, sliding the tip of my tongue up her wet slit as she tugged on my leash.
I knew there was nothing she loved more than watching me lick and swallow every
drop of her juices that she had to offer. It was her gift to me and I took
every drop of it, every time.

 
 
    I had gotten quiet used to our ritual
and loved it more than anything else.

 
 
    “Come to your mistress, my pet.” She patted
the bed next to her as I stood in the doorway completely naked, my small tits
heaving up and down slowly with each breath. I did as I was told and crawled on
to the bed beside her. She took the end of my chain with a smile.

 
 
    “Would you like to pleasure me, my
pet?” Her voice was smooth and calm. I could already feel the excitement
building between my legs at the thought of giving pleasure to her. I nodded
timidly.  

 
 
      “Speak up my dear.”

 
 
    “Yes, Ma’am. I would like that very
much.” I smiled, a pink blush rising in my cheeks.

 
 
    “ Ahhh … Have
I embarrassed you?” I could already feel the redness on my cheeks deepening. I nodded
slightly. “Well, I am sorry, that wasn't my intention.”

 
 
    She placed her hand on the back of my
head, stroking my long black hair with a smile. “Why don't we start with
pleasing your mistress, my pet? Something we both know that you are very good
at.” She winked with a smile and I giggled. She nodded, giving me permission to
begin when I was ready. She slackened my leash.

 
 
    I blinked slowly as I slid a little
way down the bed to her waist. She had put on dress pants which likely meant
that she had a meeting later in the evening so I had to remember not to get a
single drop of our fun on her pants.

 
 
    I tugged gently on her thin leather
belt. As it came undone I moved on to the zipper of her pants. At a teasing
pace I opened those too, letting my fingertips brush against her mound as I did.
My breath quivered, my hunger to please and taste my mistress was almost too
much, almost more than I could take.

 
 
    My dainty fingers gripped the waist
of her pants, letting her know that I needed her help in slipping them down. She
helped me pull them down her legs. I now found myself looking at her wet pussy under
the soft cotton of her panties. I rubbed my fingers over the soft material,
feeling her quiver under my feather touch.

 
 
    “ Mmmmm …” She
hummed as she leaned her head back and took a deep breath in. I rubbed the palm
of my hand over her pussy lips, feeling the wetness cling to her panties under
my hand and wishing I could get more.

 
 
      My mistress forbids sex other than oral in the
afternoon, it promotes laziness she says, but I am always mindful to obey her rules
so I continued to massage her with the heel of my hand.

 
 
    “Lick me.” She said with her eyes
closed and her head still back, almost as if she were sleeping. I didn’t
hesitate to obey her, as I slid my fingers under the waistband of her panties,
tugging them softly until she relented and lifted her plump ass off the bed to
allow me to slide them down.

 
 
      I slid them down over her thighs, her knees,
her calves, her feet…

 
 
    My mistress hates to be bound by her underwear.
‘On or off’ she says, not somewhere in between. At all times she must remain in
charge.

 
 
      When I returned my attention to her pussy I could
already see the anticipation of my touch as her legs twitched and squirmed
underneath me. Every vein pulsated and ached for me, her lesbian pet. Leaning
down, I let my long dark hair brush against her wetness. I swayed my head back
and forth gently allowing my hair to tease her before I leaned in further and
slowly slid my tongue up her wet cleft.

 
 
    “That's a good girl.” Her voice was
controlled, but I knew that she was filled with juices and ready to explode. She
would never allow herself to