“Under the table,” I commanded at last, licking my fingers from the salad I’d thrown together. I chuckled when you scrambled to do as I wished, most likely impatient. But you are quite patient, my love. You impress me so often. “Give me that toy.”

And you understood exactly what I meant. As I reached under the table, I felt for it, and my hand grazed the backs of your thighs. You are a stunning woman, and I hope you know that.

“That’s it …” I moaned, pulling it out very slowly, just to push it back in as far as it would go. Oh, it was torture for you! Sweet torture.

“Mistress, please … may I cum?” you mumbled so quietly I barely heard you. I can’t say I was entirely surprised you were ready so immediately, but it was a pleasant feeling that tingled through me. Of course, I wouldn’t allow you release that easily. I stretched it out for another fifteen minutes before finally relenting when you were a blabbering mess for me. Mmm, you came so hard for me that your back cracked, and you let out the shortest scream there, under the table.

I simply pat my hands together as if nothing had happened, and walked back down the hall. “Those dishes won’t do themselves.”

I’d left out extra dishes just for you to put away, knowing full well how exhausted you were, probably just rolling around on the ground, feeling sorry for yourself. Haha, oh I have a terrible desire for these moments with you – even without you. Knowing that you are under this sort of turmoil, sexually-charged and frustrated, makes me yearn to satisfy you, my dear.

Wanting to fully please you then, I went over to the closet, and grabbed my paddle, feeling it in my hands as I closed my eyes and dreamed that you had the handle between your teeth. My mind so easily slips back to other, beautiful scenes we’ve done together, and even the ones that didn’t quite work as we’d hoped. Oh, love, only you can do this to me. Only you ever have.

“They’re done,” you panted, standing there in the doorway, and I instinctively arched my right eyebrow as I’ve been told you notice from time-to-time. I couldn’t help it – seeing you standing there, sweaty and exhausted but still determined … you looked like some sort of gladiator. Mmm, and I do fancy myself the strong, warrior type every so often …

“Come sit a moment … will you?” I whispered, suddenly feeling a switch in the atmosphere, and I went with it. At that point in time, I just wanted to be pleased, and you looked plenty willing. I pulled a smile – the paddle still in my hands – and straddled you there on the bed. I didn’t tell you this at the time, but … I fantasized about you giving it to me hard with a strap on, pulling me into your lap, but asking if it was alright. You were so strong in my mind, and yet still so submissive by nature. It excited me to no end, looking down at you, knowing that you were thinking something there, yourself. We have yet to share so many things … so many possibilities.

“I want you to fuck me till I cum,” I moaned, receiving your fingers just as I spoke the words, pushing you onto your back as your mouth took the liberty of kissing and licking my breasts all over.

Needless to say, it didn’t take me long to cum the first two times … a little longer the third, but quick again on the fourth. I know how you like pleasing your Mistress … and believe it when I say that she enjoys the talents you possess.

Afterwards, when I cuddled you and kissed behind your ear and praised your physique, you whispered you loved me, and I wanted to cry. I don’t know what it is about certain moments after our times together, but … we can both become quite emotional.

I know your ass deserves to be tender and pink all over – I promise to satisfy your desire for pain later, my beautiful slave. The next night you wear your collar for me … well. Let’s just say I’ll be ready.

Your Mistress – T