My instructions were clear, come in quietly, don’t open the drawn curtains and take my place on the floor at her feet.

She sits, composed like a statue, frozen in space and time. Not even her eyes move to watch me come in the room. I can tell she is tuned into my movements, but gives me no sign of interest or attention. She sits, nude, rich coco skin glistening with a sheen of warm oil reflecting the little bit of light streaming through the blinds. Her curves are intoxicating. Full. Round. Demanding a warm hungry touch. 

Her glance tells me no, I’m not in charge here. She’ll tell me when I may touch. If I may touch at all. 

In the pile of cloths on the floor, her shoes lay in a the heap. Tasteful, alluring, they would make her feet look even more sensual than they appear out of them.  

“Take off your cloths and kneel at my feet, boy.” Her voice is deep, sultry and full of power. She makes my manliness feel ashamed and craven. She knows what her words do to me when instructed. I feel a nervous bead of sweat form on my forehead. 

“I want you to call me mistress when you speak to me,” she croons. I feel desperate to catch her eyes, for a glimpse that she denies me. “Do you want to kiss my feet?” Her question is more a statement, she knows I do. 

Lifting her leg only slightly, I take her in my hand and feel my lips melt on the top of her foot plying it with soft gentle kisses. Is this what heaven feels like? Feeling only the slightest of movement, her big toe moves only a millimeter giving me the cue to take it into my mouth. I can feel her decorated nail slide across my tongue, the hardness tests my resolve as my tongue dances from across her toes, between them, swirling. She arches just a bit, inviting me to lavish kisses on her sole and sides of her foot. 

“Do you like the way they taste?” Do you like sucking on my toes my subby boy? I can’t help but shudder and attack them more voraciously until you pushes me back extending her leg over my shoulder. “Kiss my calf and thighs” she moans. I can sense she’s enjoying herself. 

My lips make their way up her leg, slow, methodical and hungrily letting my wet tongue linger on the front and back of her knee, leaving wet sucking kisses upon every inch. When I get to her thighs I can taste the warm salty skin. It’s between the kisses that I get the warm musky scent of her pussy that nearly makes me swoon. The warm musk and heat makes me drunk while her full thick hips and round thighs begin to drive me over the edge. I want to get lost in her warm round curves. 

Her hand comes to rest on my head as her thighs open to show me her glistening wet pussy. “Do you want a taste, subby boy?” 

Opening like a flower, her legs spread wide as her hand guides me onto her.

“I want you to lick me from top to bottom” she purrs. “Taste all of me.”

My tongue rolls out of my mouth as I begin to salivate. I need to taste her and I’m not disappointed. Her hips roll and invite me to slowly slide from her clit to the bottom of her taint. I taste all of her. She lets me only lick once pushing me backward onto the floor.

“Lay on your back and prepare yourself.” Her words make me realize I’m not in control and I submit willingly. 

She stands, turning to put her feet behind my shoulders, I see her looking down at me with a deviously shinning grin framed by her large full breasts and round tummy. I watch as her body begins to lower itself towards me, one knee in front of my right arm, the other hovering for a second before planting itself in front of my right. I can feel her warmth envelop my mouth and nose, lips spreading settling onto my face. 

“Suck on my clit, boy,” she murmurs. It was less of a command than a observation of my role. 

Slowly, she glides her hips backwards and forwards across my face. I can feel the wetness of her pussy making me slick and slippery. Picking up speed, my hands come up to encircle her thighs. Manly fingers sinking into warm soft flesh. I love feeling her use me like this. Feeling her lips open and paint my face like fleshy brushes, she grinds herself only my face. Back and forth, slowly pushing herself on me harder driving my face into her deeper and deeper.  

I am slowly suffocating in ecstasy. 

I feel her first orgasm, quivering through her thighs and tummy, feeling it on my face. It’s soft, almost demure. The moan that escapes her lips is almost imperceptible. The wetness on my face, however seems to magnify as I feel it dripping down my cheeks.  

Teasingly, she palms the head of my wet cock in tight round circles spreading my glistening precum. It’s ragged, rough and almost desperate feeling as she grasps in desperation at the crescendo of her second orgasm. This one more intense. Deeper. I feel it on my cock in her rough grasping and her thighs tightening on my face. The gush of fluids from her pussy makes my cock throb in her tight absent grip. For a moment, I almost think she’s not in control anymore. 

Fucking my tongue harder, she ruts herself in firm bucking gyrations. Faster. Harder. Faster. She’s bucking and grinding herself letting me bear her full weight as my open mouth consumes her clit and my tongue probing her wide open wet pussy. 

Her third orgasm collapses her forward sliding her ass across my face. I hear her gasp as my tongue momentarily probes her and her wetness slicks the gap between her cheeks. 

Inspired, she brings her ass up and down, over and over bouncing, smacking, making me her saddle. I can feel her gripping my cock pulling angrily as she bounces her ass on my face. It bounces harder and harder slapping me, sliding her pussy across my open mouth only to bounce on me again. Feeling my cock throb, she grinds her ass onto my face as a hot jet of cum shoots out from her tight grip sending ropes onto her full round tits and neck. 

“Good boy,” she coos. "Good boy."

I am weak. I am elated. I am her good boy. I am her saddle and have been ridden well.