It's an almost daily ritual. Not too predictable of course, that wouldn't do at all, but well established and enjoyed by us both. Not daily, because that would be too easy and I want you to miss it and crave my unwavering gaze on your exposed holes.

At any time of day, whenever we're together, I tell you by a whisper in your ear, or a text message, or a note slipped into your hand, that it's time for your inspection.

Two minutes later, no matter what, you'll be bent over in front of me with your knickers at mid-thigh. It's a wonderful reminder for both of us of your submission.

Sometimes, I waste not a second and slip a finger straight into your pussy.

Other times, I'll ignore you for anything up to ten minutes, as you stand there silent and still waiting for my attention.

The best times though, are when I have time to slowly and carefully assess your cunt.

Inspecting the crotch of your knickers first, checking your arousal through the day by way of how much you'd soaked them. Rarely completely free of your juices, and on the days when I've teased you for hours often soaking wet in my fingers, the fabric dark and sodden. I like it best when you're so wet that they stick to your lips and you have to peel them off.

Tracing the thick swell of your lips with a fingertip or thumb, separating them a little to check for the glisten of moisture that gives you away. Squishing your plump labia together around your clit, knowing you'll feel it and squirm for me.

Then a slap of my open hand, perhaps on your ass but more likely on your pussy itself, the satisfying sound of my palm on your sensitive flesh.

Then a finger, relentlessly pushing into your tight pink hole, evaluating the level of excitement by how easily my digit slides into you.

Then it's time for a taste. Most often your juices sucked from my finger, noisily of course to make sure you hear me savouring your flavour. Sometimes though, my tongue pressing between your lips to swirl your clit before sliding slowly deep into your hole and dragging up and over your pink asshole.

Sometimes, I slip my cunt-moistened finger into your asshole too, perhaps even fucking your greedy hole for a few strokes to watch the muscle grip me.

Then, once I'm satisfied that I'm completely familiar with the current status of your holes (well, they're my holes really aren't they?), you're released to cover yourself up with a simple "Good girl".