The Mistress looks down on the Dom. Knows what He is feeling, knows of the strength that flows through Him right at this moment. The strength that she will feed on. Approaching Him slowly she smiles a wicked evil smile. She will take from Him all that He had taken from her earlier. Then she will feed on His strength. Take it from Him small bits at a time. Teach Him not to play with a Mistress. When his lesson is learned she will show Him the true meaning of the word passion. Will take Him in ways that no Dom could ever devise. Show Him how many different ways that she can tie and bind Him. Teach Him to cumm on demand for her. She walks around Him slowly but with purpose. Her nails glide carefully up His spine. The touch raises goose flesh upon Him, the Mistress is pleased. Stopping in front of Him again, her fingers to His chin lifting to see His face. Her eyes soft, her smile loving, her nature so strong. He looks deep into her eyes. There, He sees Himself. He breaths in deep the scent of this Mistress. Taking in the light musky scent in deeply. The lust in His heart grows stronger every moment that He is near her. Her fingers add just a tad more pressure to the underside of His chin. The touch telling Him to stand for her. His stance is perfect, legs slightly parted, elbows at His sides, His hands extended, palms up. Back straight, head bowed He appears almost picturesque. She marvels at this charming exquisite Dom. So tall, so strong. His motionless figure pleases her greatly. She smiles and walks gracefully around him. Her fingers are compelled to touch Him. Reaching out and touching his shoulder, her fingers carefully but with purpose glide down the muscled upper arm. She thinks to herself that he will endure much for her. Her fingers continue on their travels. Across His back, spending little time there. Moving lower to His firm butt. She lightly caresses Him. He moans ever so softly, yet He remains motionless. She presses a little harder with her nails. A soft moan emanates from him, making her smile. She follows the curve of His body. Fingers slowly reaching His strong thigh. She feels the muscle jump. Smiles deep in her heart. Keeps moving around Him. Her nails to the front of His left thigh. Looking up to Him her fingers nails delicately trace His manhood, teasing Him. Gently slipping lower, between His muscle toned thighs. Her soothing touch on His balls makes Him tremble with anticipation. She watches as His eyes close softly. With her other hand she unbuttons His shirt. Ever so carefully she pulls the shirt open. Moving closer, she kisses His chest. Tiny soft kisses, right between His nipples. At a leisurely pace she makes her way to His right nipple. A twinge of hunger courses through her. Gently she tightens her grip on His balls. Not enough to hurt Him, but surely enough to get His attention. A moan from deep within Him is heard by her. She whispers, in a sensual voice, "take me to your room." With ease He scoops her into His arms. Her arms move to around His neck, her face nuzzles in His neck.      Cradled in His arms, He carries her to His room. He sets her down in the center of the room and lowers Himself with fluid motion to His knees, His head bowed. She loves this Dom and will have Him as her own, is the thought that goes through her mind. She effortlessly moves towards Him. Her fingers encouraging His chin up she whispers as she looks deep into His eyes "watch me." The leather skirt that she wears buttons from waist to knee. Feeling Him watch her, she starts at the knee, one button at a time she gradually works her way up the top button at her waist. Once undone she takes the skirt over to the closet and hangs it. All that He can think of is watching her gorgeous legs that are encased in burgundy silk seemed stockings. The blouse that she wears is long, coming down to cover her garter. He prays that she will remove it quickly. Knows that she will take her time, but prays none the less. She turns and looks at Him with a tenderness in her eyes that makes Him wish to scoop her up and hold her for all time. She is truly an exquisite being. As she gets closer to Him she does a leisurely pirouette. She is a marvel to behold. Her beauty, her elegance, her passion, her love, her ability to touch Him so deeply are only part of the reason that He now kneels for her. Leaning her sweet little butt against the heavy oak table just a few feet from Him, she starts to unbutton the blouse that she wears. He feels His cock rage against His slacks. He does not move. She moves to Him, asks "kindly undo the buttons at the cuffs" His hands reach for her right wrist. Touching her is almost more than He can endure. Carefully He undoes the three buttons that keep the sleeve close to her lovely wrist. "Ma'am" He whispers "your other wrist please." She offers her left wrist to Him. Taking her delicate wrist in His large hand, he leans, kisses it tenderly and undoes the three buttons. He says a silent prayer thanking the Gods for this charming creature as she removes the blouse. Easily it slips from her shoulders, exposing her under garments for Him to admire. As she hangs the blouse all he can think of is how stunning her milky white skin is complemented by the rich shade burgundy. The one piece teddy that he had made for her fits like a second skin. Back to the table she moves like a tigress on the hunt. The heels that she wears are removed, allowing Him to see her delicate feet. A surge of lust courses through Him. The distance between them disappears when she walks to him. In a voice that would make the Gods jealous she asks "your hand for balance please." He offers up His right hand not knowing why she would need to be balanced. Her dainty hand is placed into his. Just as it is she lifts her right foot and places it on his left shoulder. "Kindly remove the stocking." She lets go of His hand to allow Him to use it. His strong fingers glide up her leg to her thigh. When they reach the top of the stocking He starts to move it down. She lifts her foot to enable Him to completely remove the stocking. Just as she does she loses her balance and starts to fall.. With a supernatural speed he catches her before she hits the floor. Her arms around His neck almost as soon as He touches her, holding tight to Him. His arms holding her affectionately, in a way that tells her that He will keep her safe from harm. So close that the sweet smell of her sex is driving Him wild with anticipation. Her way of thanking Him is to kiss Him with such a deep seated passion that it touches His heart and caresses His soul. After the kiss she stands up does another pirouette. So close to Him that He can feel the heat of her body. The tips of her fingers brush against His cheek as she whispers "thank You" She puts her hand on His shoulder and lifts her left leg to Him. His supple fingers slide up her leg to the top of the stocking. The tips of them hooking the stocking and carefully slipping it from her. She puts her foot back to the floor, His eyes never leaving her. He watches her as her hands slowly, sensually massage her breasts through the fabric of her teddy. Her hardened nipples straining against the material. The tips of her nails circling her nipples. Watching Him closely as she does. Her eyes glaze over just a little. He watches her knowing that she will soon be lost in her passion. A slight moan emanates from Him.

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