Returning Home to the Lioness
I step into the house, and you're standing in the doorway. Your demeanor is different, more serious and direct. Your eyes are set and determined.
"Go strip and climb into bed. Be hard when I get there," you order, not asking for my compliance. You kiss me firmly before guiding me towards the bathroom.
"Yes, ma'am," I reply, knowing the game. I start adopting my submissive role. I scrub my body clean, paying special attention to the areas you enjoy.
I'm out of the shower, dry and ready, my teeth brushed and wearing the perfume you've placed on the counter. Naked, I step into the bedroom and lie down on the bed, waiting for your command.
There's background music and dim lighting, casting soft shadows.
I use my hand to stroke my growing erection while I think about past interactions, chats, and conversations. My erection responds to the thoughts of you being in control, using me to fulfill your needs, giving me orders and controlling me in a loving, determined way, my job being to please you and in turn, be satisfied myself.
A low sultry music plays and the lights brighten, illuminating you. You stride into the room, your stance commanding. You're wearing a green silk dress with cuts on both sides, showing off your hips as you walk and sway. You have on matching black boots that heighten your imposing figure. The dress is perfect for your tall, slender frame. Your flawless skin is glowing with a gold necklace draped around your neck. Your jaw is set, your eyes twinkling with playful mischief, your hair reminding me of a lion's mane, wild and untamable, asserting your role as the dominant one. My arousal intensifies as I admire your incredible beauty and your powerful aura, fully understanding who is in charge.
You prowl towards the bed, surveying your prey. Your stride is slow, seductive, and forceful. I expect to see a tail or ears flicking, but lose focus as you close in.
"You obey commands well." You say in a husky voice, sounding almost...purring. "That's good." You climb onto the bed and move towards me, prowling like a cat preparing for the kill.
You lean in and run your tongue over my skin, tasting me. You gaze up at me seductively, "tasty...I'm hungry."
You crawl over my body, licking and nibbling, tasting and testing, confirming your ownership. My arousal increases with each touch.
You move over me, and I watch as your breasts jiggle and your hips stretch your dress. My sensitivity to your touch heightens.
Locking eyes with me, you lean in and breathe on my erection. I quiver at the sensation. Your tongue slips between your lips and almost touches my sensitive glans. My cock flexes at the near touch. You dribble pre-cum from the tip and zip your tongue up my shaft. Piercing eye contact as my member jumps. You twist your head, licking again. [
You look up, eyes filled with desire, and lick the small drop of precum you've just collected. You swallow it with a look of satisfaction before turning your head to spit out the taste. You continue licking up and down my entire shaft, never breaking eye contact. Your tongue caresses my tip.
I lay back silently and offer myself to your will. Its you who is in charge, you who will satisfy your needs, you who will direct and use me. My main purpose is to please you, and in doing so, I know I'll also be satisfied.
Finishing the last touch, you sit up and stare at me, cheeks pink from rubbing yourself on me. Smiling, you remove your dress and stand in front of me, naked, in all your beauty.
"This is how I like it," you say, and with that, you climb back onto the bed, straddling me, and kiss me fiercely, passionately. Your hair spills over me, and my hands guide your head to let you continue our passionate kiss as we both know what's to come. And we surrender together to this domineering desire.
I remain at your mercy as you straddle my body, grinding against me, encouraging me to respond to you. You reach down and hold my erection, positioning it to enter you. You lower yourself onto me slowly, your body teaching me how to move in and out of you rhythmically. You hold on to my shoulders and roll your eyes back as you ride me.
You whisper hot naughty things into my ear, urging me on. With each thrust, I am told to be more gentle or harder, faster or slower. You pull me into you, making me feel your insides, clenching around my length and torturing your G-spot.
I can hear your wet slapping sounds, a sign of our lovemaking. I trace a detailed map of your body with my hands, getting to know you better, inserting deep and making sure you can feel me everywhere. You pick up the pace, matching our breaths and paces. You finally surge forward, pushing me deep inside you and spilling your essence, slamming your pelvis onto mine, both of us sighing out your name.
In the end, when we're sweaty, spent, and happy, you pull me close, hold me tight, telling me how much you love me, making me feel cherished for my willingness to submit to your will.
Such is the joy of pleasing a mistress. I surrender my body to her and am rewarded with gratification. The delights of serving a woman who likes to be in charge. We share not just our bodies, but our hearts and minds. This time, I've been intensely satisfied, not just physically, but emotionally. She's shown me what passion and desire feel like in an erotic way, making me into the best partner she always knew I could be. It feels right, fulfilling to kneel before her, pleasing her, releasing another side of me. And, in return, I've found this new side of me to be perfectly natural. As is obeying her desires and providing pleasure. We'll continue to play together, each time treating each other to the true definition of what it means to have incredible intimacy. We have found perfect balance, my mind unshackled, my body obedient, completely connected.
Your hunger becomes evident, and you start devouring my shaft. Your primal urges aren't only about my pleasure but also your own satisfaction. You let loose your passion on me. I am the eager "victim" willingly submitting, serving you through my submission. Your mouth covers my shaft as you swallow me. Your tongue licks like an eager cat on its food. Your eyes leave mine, focusing on the food in front of you. Your appetite never diminishes, but it takes on an urgency, an animalistic drive that excites me.
I surrender to the slow, delicious, and satisfying sensations you're causing. You continue to take your time. You're not rushing. You're getting your pleasure by controlling my cock. Several times you bring me close, but you sense this, so you pull back, not done with me yet. Your pleasure in my member is evident, symbolizing your expertise and hunger. Soon I am desperate to explode, but again you step back.
Suddenly, you stop and sit up. My rod is glistening with your saliva, and you sensually lick your lips clean. A caressing smile crosses your lips, and your eyes sparkle. The light behind you highlights your hair, which swings as you roll your neck. Your eyes lock on mine as your voice purrs, "my turn." You lift the hem of your dress slowly, exposing your knees, thighs, and then your cleft. You are teasing me as you draw the silken material gradually up. I can see your trimmed patch of pubic hair above your engorged lips. They are ready and ripe with desire. The dew of your desire glistens in the light as I become lost in your close, intimate presence.
With the grace of a predator, you move up my body, straddling me until your lower lips are positioned over my face. You drop the dress over my head and lower yourself onto my hungry mouth.
I am overpowered by the scent of your desire. The proximity of my private room arouses me as I concentrate on the gift of your pussy. My tongue reaches for your lips and I lick the thick, sweet moisture from them. I kiss them, gently and then with increasing desire and hunger. My tongue dances along your lips, sliding up one side and then the other. It swirls around them, tasting the nectar of your desire. I feel you shifting your body over me to bring you closer to me. You shift forward so my tongue contacts your rosebud and then slip my tongue forward across your perineum. Your body shudders as my stiff, flat tongue glides along your sensitive areas. I feel you rocking forward, causing my tongue to press against your lips and slide up to your engorged clit. I am in sensory overload and lose track of anything but you and the meal you're offering me.
Your body responds to my expertise, and you start riding my face. You move your hips to place my mouth where you want it. I am eager to please you. Soon, you bring your hard clit to my mouth and press it down, commanding me to worship it. I suck it into my mouth, my teeth gently scrape it, and my tongue flickers it. You groan in pleasure. You're enjoying yourself, taking control of the situation, getting touched where you crave it the most.
"Oh, you're doing me so well," you gasp. "There right there!"
Your encouraging words motivate me to try even harder. My world is now reduced to the sound of rustling silks, the taste of your wetness, the feel of the heat radiating from you, the scent of your arousal, and your moans and verbal cues. I'm consumed by my desire to satisfy my lioness.
I feel your tension, the building pressure in your body. Then you become quiet and gasp as a spasm rolls through you. You fall forward, but manage to lay your clit against my face, prolonging your orgasmic bliss. I let you rest. The aroma of your arousal fills my green silken tent. I inhale your essence and drink up the juice you provide.
When you've started to recover, you rise and slide down my body until your pussy encounters my still hard cock.
You look at me and then stand up straight, towering above me. At your full height above me, you reach down and grasp the hem of your dress and pull it up, revealing your body for my hungry eyes.
I gaze in hunger at your breasts, caught by the dress, which bounce and settle on your chest. Your dark areolas contrast with your skin. I can see your turgid nipples standing proudly. Each movement of your body causes them to sway and move. I can't help but stare in lustful desire.
"Do you like what you see?" It's more of a statement of fact than a question. My eyes snap up to your voice and see you smirking, mischief and desire playing across your beaming lust-filled eyes.
"Don't move" you command.
As you leg shifts away from mine and rotates to face me, your remarkable backside is displayed prominently. The darkness of your sex is slightly visible, drawing in my hand to caress your gorgeous derriere.
"Don't touch," you demand, turning your head to meet my gaze and winking playfully.
Next, you swiftly adjust your position, encircling my waist with your legs and kneeling over me. You slowly descend till my erect cock is within reach of your pussy entrance. You cup my hard cock and direct it towards your love canal. Your gaze meets mine as you gradually slide down the length of my shaft. Our faces express the shared joy. Your opening pussy encompasses my entire length, and we are one for a moment. Your contractions around my cock indicate the eminent climax as you pause.
Your movements become synchronized as you have my full attention, gradually elevating and descending on my rod, achieving balance and rhythm. My eyes follow your delectable ass framing my cock that's being swallowed by your belly. I peer down to see your wet pussy lips gripping my shaft as it glides back and forth. You're now the one in control, pleasuring yourself atop my cock.
You masterfully operate your weight, never losing balance. My cock feels your silky flesh holding me in place while you find your groove. Your enjoyment is evident on your face. You perch atop me, focusing intensely on your pleasure.
I'm unable to avert my eyes from your gorgeous form, and sensing my mounting pleasure, you remove my tool from your body. Our manhood is again facing the cool air, covered in your wetness. You turn around to straddle my lower body. We gaze into each other's eyes before you lower yourself towards myitarating staff rubbing the wet entrance of your glistening slit. You touch the unseen pleasure with your lips and then reverse once more. I can't help but notice how gracefully you dance to the rhythm of the soundtrack playing in the background.
You place your index fingers to your lips before gliding them organically over my pulsating tool. You tilt your head, offering them to me, so I can savor their exquisite essence. After licking your lips, you lock your gaze with mine before slowly lowering yourself on my cock. I hold back the urge to erupt, waiting for you to take the lead.
Your fingers slide in and out of your wet mouth, teasing its inner walls. I notice the reflection of my dancing member as your throat receives invisible sensations. You fold your body up then down as if indulging in passion, flattening my member with your glistening lower half. You occasionally pause to watch us, clearly enjoying this bonding ritual.
You drip your juices down your fingers and wave them in front of my lips; I desperately crave your taste. You smear the seductive nectar across my mouth, eagerly awaiting my reaction. I appreciate the mystical nutrients before it swiftly disappears.
You maintain persistent eye-contact and ride me with confidence, turning my penis into your seat, while your body moves to the music's beat. My own peak approaches, and I remain still, unwilling to crest without first catering to your ecstasy. Your increasing pleasure is palpable as you speed up, pressing me against my mattress.
Without warning, you suddenly leap off me, leaving my arousal unresolved. I'm suddenly craving your presence, as you swiftly straddle me once more, now facing my head, while continuing to dance sexily. You lean down, locking lips with mine as you spread your fingers over my cheeks. I witness my unexpected loss as your candid smile reassures and intrigues me.
Slowly, you indulge in prolonged contact with my penis, letting its tips graze against your glistening pussy. Your glistening digits suddenly emerge from between your legs, and I become entranced by your move. Our lips parted, you dip your fingers in your dripping pussy and suck the collected serum before presenting your results.
"Delicious," you whisper, "do you want a taste?"
I eagerly nod. You lean forward, rubbing your slick fingertips against my lips. I struggle to contain my desire while you encourage me to devour your nectar. My facial expression fathoms your curiosity.
"Yes, please," I reply, leaning forward to suck your flavored fingers. Your fingertips retreat as you render my lingering lip contact. You lean down on my cock again, your rising breath and increasing pace simultaneously signaling upcoming gratification.
You reclaim your former routine, now faster. My cock plunges deep with each stroke, and you rest well on my legs. A combination of improve sensation and anticipation pumps the blood towards our mounting climax. You tug at your protruding nipples, your breath becoming irregular and ragged— a clear indication of the impending orgasm. I try to maintain my composure but fail, glorying in the lucrative sight of your passion materializing. Suddenly, your idea becomes impossible to delay, and I repeat, "Allow me to explode."
You gloss over my warning and sit straight, holding my cock in place as my body reacts against your well-timed rhythm. Contraction after contraction stiffens you and you cry out unexpectedly, your sensual expression of satisfaction captivating me. Our climax culminates your exquisite journey.
Your ecstatic pleasure overwhelms your physical form. It takes time for to mediate, but I'm enraptured by your transition, a manifestation of the intense bond shared.
My body becomes powerless against the intense sensation of your warm walls gripping my erect member tightly. I sense my excitement build as my orgasm nears, and my semen rises rapidly from my balls to fill my expanding shaft, eventually releasing itself into your depths. Every fiber of my being is focused on your body, as we both experience the intense pleasure of climaxing together. You collapse on me and refuse to allow me to escape your clasping flesh. We both embrace, experiencing the lingering spasms of our climaxes. My body and yours instinctively react in unison, creating a moment of tranquility and harmony.
Soon, you regain your composure and look deep into my eyes with a mischievous grin, almost like a jungle cat preparing to pounce. Leaning down, you slowly kiss my lips, savoring the taste of our union. Rising off of me, you reveal the mixture of our passion that remains on my flesh. You softly whisper, "You're not finished yet." Your hot pussy glides across my chest and stomach, smearing our combined essence. You straddle me and slowly place your wet cunt above my lips. "Lick me clean." you insist. Complying, I gently lick your lips and then suck your clitoris into my mouth, working on removing the vestiges of our lovemaking. You begin to move against my mouth and face once more. Your wetness seems to intensify, like a bonfire that has just ignited. The heat emanating from your genitals bathes my face while your love juices drip from your body. Your thrill Transforms into another orgasm that grips you anew. Quickly, I step up my efforts, quickly licking and then sucking your clit. With each sudden move, you tense, grip my head, and produce another orgasm. I breathe haltingly as you abruptly stop and rest, your body convulsing and trembling.
I gasp for fresh air as you fall away from me and roll aside. You stretch out, becoming still as your heart rate begins to level out. My body cannot take any more and relaxes beside you. We both bask in the quiet serenity of the momentary release.
Time stands still as we both lay in silence. I notice the change in your breathing and can sense your lingering satisfaction in your touch. Suddenly, your heat vanishes from my chest as you rise and saunter toward the door. You don your dress, open the door, and walk out, the light of the corridor illuminating you like a deity emerging from the shadows. You step into the hallway and glance back at me, saying, "You did well today." in a sexy tone. Your eyes linger on me for a moment before you depart.
"I want you to take a shower, change, leave through the back door, and come back in through the front door," you order. I unhesitatingly comply. I cleanse myself, dress, and exit through the back door, circle the house, and enter through the front door. "I'm home," I announce to the serene house. "Over here," you state, and I walk in the direction of your voice. Upon entering the back room, you face me and inquire, "So, how was your day? Anything interesting happen?"
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