Sleepover
Lynn sighed, gently grabbed my hair, and pulled my face from between her thighs. I was wet with her up to my eyebrows. I briefly wondered if my neighbors would complain about the noise before deciding I didn't care.
She pulled herself up on one elbow and, with the hand of her other arm, lifted my chin so our eyes met. Her breath still came in gasps. She spoke two simple words when she saw my proud smile, "Good girl!" Then she hooked one finger into the steel loop at the front of my collar and guided me off the edge of the futon mattress.
I whimpered and nearly cried out as I lost my balance. Putting my feet down to avoid tumbling headfirst onto the hardwood floor was difficult and risky, considering I wore pumps with five inch heels. Miraculously, two small steps away from the futon were sufficient to halt my momentum and allow me to regain my poise. I turned a quizzical and genuinely hurt face back toward Lynn on the futon.
Then I froze, mesmerized. I knew I shouldn't look. I was taught to keep my eyes lowered unless prompted to do otherwise, but I just couldn't help myself. Lynn lay sprawled across the soft sheets and rumpled purple comforter of my futon. She was a vision of stunning golden hair twisted this way and that beneath and around tanned skin. Her long, shapely legs bent at the knee, curved in the same direction as her arched back. Her thighs glistened from my earlier efforts. She traced one red painted fingernail across the line of her own hips as she smiled up at the ceiling. Her nipples were still taut and pink.
I must have sighed, whimpered, or shifted slightly. "What?" She snapped, furrowing her brow, "My beloved dog doesn't even sleep in bed with me. Did you really think I'd let you?"
My gaze fell to the ground. I swallowed hard and opened my mouth to respond. I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell her that I knew all along she would not let me share a bed with her. I wanted her to see that I was not so naive or impetuous.
Those were lies, of course. I desperately wanted to curl up next to her, nuzzle her neck, caress her hair, and listen to her breath slow as she fell into REM sleep. Besides, we were in my flat, not hers. She was sprawled across my futon, not her soft bed. There was no dog here.
But she was my Mistress. The only things I would not do for her would be exceptions taken out of fear for my own safety. This was not one of those things. So I held my tongue and prepared to tell her that I would do as she asked. At least I wouldn't lie by stating that.
"Down!" she commanded, pulling me from my thoughts. "I can't reach your head." She pointed toward the floor with one sleepy finger.
I blinked and nearly sighed from relief. The question was rhetorical. "Yes Mistress." slipped from my lips as my knees touched the hardwood floor. My wrists automatically crossed behind my back.
"No, closer slut!" She beckoned with the same finger, "Didn't you hear me? I want to be able to touch your head. Do you really think I'm going to get up and come to you, especially right after two orgasms?"
I smiled and crawled so close to the futon that her hand draped just above my bowed head, "I apologize Mistress. I was unsure what you meant. And no Mistress, I don't expect you to move. I am very happy that you are content and..."
"Oh, do shut up." Mistress said in a mocking, curt tone. I could hear laughter just below her voice. She stroked my hair softly. Then I understood. Mistress wanted to pet me! I straightened my back and turned slightly to allow her tired hand better access to my hair.
Her fingertips traced the top of my head and then disappeared into the tendrils of my hair to later emerge at the ends. She ran her soft hands the length of my mane and repeated the action again and again.
I purred audibly.
She stopped after a while and sighed. She then rolled onto her side, facing me. "Now, slut," She inquired, "I bet you're terribly wet and horny, aren't you?"
I nodded. "Yes Mistress!"
"Good. I want you to strip off that skirt, take your blouse the rest of the way off, get rid of the heels and panties, and lay back on the floor." She paused and grinned. "Leave the thigh-highs on. I like to see you in them."
I voiced my compliance and, within thirty seconds, lay naked on the floor, staring at the ceiling. Lynn rolled to the edge of the futon and moved my folded clothes beneath my head as a pillow. I smiled and thanked her.
"Oh, don't thank me yet." She withdrew back onto the futon above me, "Now, stay just as you are. Close your eyes and do not open them until I order it."
"Yes Mistress." I closed my eyes. I heard rustling and then the telltale sound of my toy box being opened and then shut again. Would she put on a harness and dildo and fuck me? I hope she would not paddle me. She said I was a good girl.
Her voice cut through my conjecture with a single word. "Open." She said. I opened my eyes to find her peering down at me over the edge of the futon. "You're going to play with yourself for me."
I felt my eyes widen, and my cheeks caught fire. She laughed. "Don't tell me that you, a former exotic dancer, someone who publishes her thoughts online for anyone at all to read... don't tell me you're embarrassed to masturbate for me."
"Mistress..." I whimpered. "I am embarrassed, but I will do as you say if it means your pleasure."
She held my purple vibrator over the edge of the futon. I reached up with my hand to take the toy; my cheeks were still flushed and warm, but she pulled the vibrator up and away from my grasp. "No, wait." She stared at me for a moment, and then she smiled.
"Use just your hands first. Spread your legs and rub your fingers all over your pussy for me. Finger yourself. Rub your clit. Then come for me, but don't do it without permission."
"As you wish Mistress." I whimpered. Doing exactly what Mistress Lynn told me felt perfectly natural. I wanted to please her. I loved to see her smile. However, playing with myself on the floor of my own flat for her amusement felt thoroughly humiliating. I almost wanted to cry. My mind raced for some tactful way out of it.
"Now, slut!" Mistress chastised.
I cringed, bent my legs at the knees, spread them, and placed two fingers of my right hand on my clit. "Yes Mistress." I replied. I pressed lightly and closed my eyes as sensation flooded my mind. I gently rubbed up and down my entire slit.
"Wider slut! Spread your legs wider!" She commanded, looking down at me with pure lust shining in her eyes, "And use three fingers. Show me what a little whore you really are." I blushed again but didn't care. It felt wonderful to be touched, even if it was by my own hand.
I spread my legs as wide as comfortably possible and slid two, then three fingers into myself.
"That's right, you wet slut," Lynn teased from her perch, "Play with yourself for your Mistress. Good girl. Fuck that little pussy. Use your other hand to play with your sexy, swollen clit. Good, now put another finger in that loose pussy." I rubbed my soft button with my left hand and slid three fingers of my right hand inside myself. My moans filled the room as I replaced the three with four.
"That's it, slut." She cooed, "All the way up to the knuckles." My moans grew much louder as I did what I was told. "You hot little bitch."
I whimpered in reply and rocked my hips to meet the stroking of my hands. I couldn't stop moaning. It felt so good but was too much. I was very close to orgasm. I begged Mistress Lynn to allow me to come.
"Please Mistress... I... May I please come Mistress? Please Mistress?"
"No." She stated flatly, "But don't you dare slow down either!"
"Oh!" I whined, "Please Mistress?"
"I said no!" Mistress Lynn replied, "At least not until you beg properly. You know how to beg, don't you, pet? Make me want it. Dress your question in lust that I can't refuse. Make me wet from your begging alone. Then I'll seriously consider your request."
I was nearly in a panic. I didn't dare orgasm. I stopped touching my clit, hoping she would not notice. "Please Mistress? Please, let your little slut come!"
"You heard me. Make me wet with just your words first." She grinned. "No decorum. No pride. Use your filthy little mouth. I know you can."
"Please Mistress!" I continued, near orgasm, "Your little slut is so very wet and horny, Mistress! All I can think about is licking you earlier. Your hips lifted to meet my tongue and mouth. I love that you pulled my hair when you were about to come and pressed my face into your delicious pussy! I'm so glad that you commanded me and told me exactly how to lick you to orgasm... to lick your whole pussy, then suck your clit, then lick your whole pussy some more, then fuck you with my tongue as deep and hard as I could until you came. Please Mistress, it was so hot! It made me so very wet. See how wet I am Mistress? I bet that I've dripped onto the floor! Please Mistress! Please! I'm so proud to be your little slut Mistress! This pussy I'm playing with belongs to you. I'll only come if you say that I may come. Please Mistress! Please, may I come Mistress? Please!"
Lynn leaned a little farther over the edge of the futon. She stared at me for what seemed like an eternity. I whimpered and moaned with each breath until she finally smirked and said, "Do it."