As if you were Aphrodite herself, you had stood in nothing but your lingerie, tantalising lace hugging your porcelain curves. Then with a kiss that bore a hint of divinity, you wrapped red satin around my eyes and bound my hands with crimson rope. My heart raced as the rope pinched my skin and drew my forearms together as if in devoted prayer. You made it tight, far tighter than last time when I wiggled free.

Blindfolded and desperate, I knelt before you on wooden floorboards as my body trembled with delight. Our day had finally arrived where I could serve you once more. I had eagerly put on my collar just for you and waited patiently for you to arrive.

The crackling fireplace warmed my naked back, though lust warmed my soul, as you guided my hands, shaking with anticipation, between your thighs. That was all the encouragement I needed. I fumbled along your stockings, following them to my deepest desire. Once I felt the sexual warmth radiating from behind your lace panties, I smiled to myself and moaned softly with my thumb caressing your clit.

"Good girl," you whispered with your fingers brushing my hair.

Oh, in my youth, I hated that fucking condescending phrase. Good girl; it would fill me with insatiable rage, but when you say it, when you call me a good girl, my heart forgets to beat, and my slutty pussy melts.

I crave to be your good girl.

So for the next thirty minutes I served you diligently, listening to your body as I caressed your pussy. I rubbed your clit exactly as you had taught me, in small soft circles. I was to take my time and tease you because your pleasure was my only concern. Only when you approached the edge was I to start gradually increasing the pressure.

I could feel the cotton lace grow more damp with each touch, all while you spanked me with your crop to ensure I remained a good girl. Each spank caused me to moan and to lust after you more; they kept me devoted to you.

I wanted to lick my fingers or, better yet, lick you, but you wouldn't give me permission. You only allowed me to caress your pussy, concealed by lace.

You braced your weight on my shoulders, nails digging into me as your thighs began to shake, and your moans filled the room.

"Yes! There, right there; keep going," you cried out passionately.

My body tingled as I felt your pussy pulsating while I listened to you climaxing. Biting my lips, I kept caressing you, teasing our every last lustful drop of pleasure.

You lifted my hands and kissed them, licking my fingers. Then light blinded me as you removed the satin blindfold.

Smiling, you said the words I longed for, "You may lick."

Enthralled with lustful joy, I watched you shimmy your panties down between your soft thighs. Leaning forward, I reached with my tongue before feeling your crop under my chin, halting my progress.

"No," you said, now smirking.

"You may lick," you repeated, pointing with your crop to your wet panties.

I looked at the black lace, the gusset shining against the light of the fireplace. I squirmed at the sight, the temptation. I cupped the blessed fabric, still warm and smelling of you, and brought my lips to it.

A kiss, a sniff and then a lick; the taste I craved exploded on my tongue. My body trembled at the gift you'd offered me, and I squirmed, kneeling before you.

I imagined your shaved pussy, warm, wet, and velvety soft, as I ran my tongue along the delicate fabric. I lapped up your juices from off your panties and smelt your lustful scent on them.

From the moans that came from above me, clearly you were teasing yourself as you watched your pet debase herself for a simple taste of your divine nectar.

Eyes closed, I sucked the gusset and savoured every delightful taste. I had been yours for over three months now, and you had never let me taste you before. I had dreamt of the taste each night and prayed by day to learn.

"That's enough; remove your panties," you instructed, and your slut obeyed.

I removed mine, holding them out to you as I watched yours drop to the floor. You picked both up and pushed them into my mouth. My cheeks were crimson red and my cunt all puffy and wet, dripping with unbridled lust. The taste of our combined pussies danced along my tongue: a cocktail to remember.

"Good girl," you said, patting my head.

Your slut melted with delight as you led her by the leash to her kennel at the foot of the bed. You locked my kennel door for the night and brushed my full chipmunk-esque cheeks with your finger. I leaned into your finger, desperate to prolong that final touch before bed.

"You've finished with your pet then?" your naked girlfriend asked. How I've wished I could be her, allowed to sleep beside you.

"Yeah, I'm ready for you. Let's make the slut even more jealous," you answered your girlfriend, looking down at your caged pet.

I moaned into the wad of damp panties gagging me and prayed you would do just that.

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