The lines of fantasy and reality seemed to blur as I walked into the warm dark room. My flesh was hot and sticky with a nervous perspiration, my heart was racing in anticipation and my mind was racing with a thousand what ifs. I had always dreamed of being here, of being with him, and now I was. He sat on the edge of the bed, his long blonde hair hanging over his face as he gazed at me with his passionate, caring, and understanding eyes. I took one last deep nervous breath and walked towards him tentatively, never breaking eye contact. He stared through me and I felt a shiver go down my spine. I stood before him, my soft brown eyes looking at him searching his face for a signal, a sign, but he just looked through me waiting for me to speak.
I licked my lips nervously and quietly spoke. "Won't you allow a lady to sit?" He smirked at me. I swallowed hard and mustered all the courage I had to say a bit more forcefully "Kneel. On the floor." The voice that spoke the words seemed not to be my own. I waited my heart pounding for him to respond.
Slowly he moved to the floor and knelt before me and I bit my lower lip and looked at him... beautiful... he cast his eyes downward and sat silently waiting for me to command him. I ran my fingers through his hair as I walked around his body, my eyes taking in every inch of his body knowing that every piece of him was mine.
"Such a good boy," I whispered quietly into his ear before sitting on the edge of the bed. I crossed my legs and traced my toes up the center of his back before saying softly, "Turn around." As he turned around I watched as his eyes explored my exposed legs.
"Would you like to touch my legs?" I seductively asked as I slowly uncrossed my legs and ran my hands down them slowly. He nodded. "Answer me, boy."
He responded softly, "Yes, ma'am."
I grinned. "Why?"
"Because they're beautiful." I stroked the side of his face.
"You like my legs then?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Then you may touch them."
He moved forward slightly and I crossed my right leg over my left and extended it towards him. He gently took my foot in his hands and began to caress it gently, rubbing it massaging it. He leaned forward and gently placed his lips upon the top of my foot as his hands slid up the back of my calf ever so lightly. As his hands slowly kneaded the muscles in my leg his lips and tongue began moving upwards. I uncrossed my legs and he began the same attentions on my left leg. I lightly ran my fingers through his hair and looked at him lovingly.
His soft touches made me moan lightly and as he began kissing my upper thigh and his fingers lingered near my moist sex. I grabbed his hair and cast his gaze up to my eyes.
"Do you wish to please me, my darling?"
He nodded "Yes, ma'am."
"Tell me why I should allow you to touch me."
"Ma'am, I long to please you in any way. Kissing your lovely legs, holding your beautiful feet, and smelling your sweet flesh makes me want to taste your sex, to make you feel like the sexual goddess you are. Please allow me to taste you, to make you cum, to worship you."
I trailed my fingers across his cheek and over his lips and I leaned down to brush my lips to his before softly whispering "Another night..."