Working Day

It left us little time to prepare properly but she was matter-of-fact and gentle now. Painstakingly she applied lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara and liner, pencilled my now-thin eyebrows and dabbed a light smelling fragrance on my neck. Hardly had she started the process when I noticed the tightening her nipples and, abruptly, she crossed her legs beneath her towel. I loved the way it must be making her feel; I didn't need to ask as I knew her body so well by now. I was so pleased to find out for certain that this was something that we were both excited about; it's always difficult to judge when you feel as though you have inflicted your own desires on someone.

I knew how much she loved me; she would have jumped out of the window to please me so to see her body respond in that way allayed any further doubts. She slipped my towel to waist and moved her head to kiss each of my nipples in turn. She must have felt me catch my breath for she smiled up at me. "Nice?" she said, pinching each nipple between forefinger and thumb. She squeezed a little harder and twisted. A gorgeous excitement passed through my body at her touch and she looked downwards at the bulge in the towel that emphasised the re-awakening of my cock. "Oh, Baby!" she breathed. I suspected that only then did she realise the power that she had over me. It was one thing to say that you would obey her commands, quite another to actually desire to. She looked at me, half smile, half the look that spoke volumes to me as I knew it was the look that her face always took on when she became aroused. She exercised her power again, pulling strongly and twisting my nipples. Not enough to hurt more than a little but enough to show just who was pulling my strings. "Like that?" the smile was again made of happiness and lust.

"Yes, Mistress." I fell into my part so easily. "I love your touch. I love you playing with my nipples. I'm so hot to feel your touch on them. Please don't stop!" This last was a plea from the heart as, especially following my earlier frustration, I was aching for her to play with me.