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A Ladys'
Pleasures
Patricia
adored mornings on her balcony. She enjoyed the sunrise as it gifted her lovely
lake with shimmering light. With an eye for art and beauty she would relish the
gradual change in color as the sun ascended. The earliest light provided a dark
red hue that turned to a languid orange followed by a golden yellow then
through a rainbow of changes that ended with an undulating silver that would
remain until night fell.
The
morning air was cool so Patricia had worn a robe of heavy satin with a fur
lined collar over her dainty night clothes. She could hear that Yas was busy in
the kitchen preparing her morning coffee. It had been a delight having her girl
with her all this time since her daughter and husband had vacated to persue
their own dreams.
In
the past two weeks she had been pampered beyond her wildest dreams. Yas had
insisted on serving her at every opportunity. Since the dramatic arrival of her
darling girl she had not dressed, bathed nor even wiped herself. Yas loved to
serve and service her and she sometimes had to struggle to maintain the regal
aire of a mistress as her ardent lover girl seemed to have no limits in her adoration.
Yas
emerged wearing only a little burgandy teddy with matching heels. She held a
tray with a steaming cup of creamed coffee, danish pastries, a fresh packet of
cigarettes and her Ladys' gold lighter. She set them on a table beside Patricals' lounge and went to
her knees.
'Good
morning, Miss. I hope you like the coffee.'
Patricia
regarded the girl kneeling by her chair. There was no hinderance of her view of
the girls full breasts and stiff nipples as the sheer teddy did little to hide
the feminine charms of her slave. This was really the first time Patricia had
thought of her as such and wondered how true it was. She took a long sip of her
coffee and
though
delighted by the appearance of her sexy girl she raised an eyebrow at how she
was dressed on this chilled morning but decided to simply let her pet shiver
there in order to see where this might lead.
Patricia
snuggled within her warm robe as another shaft of sunlight bounced off the lake
creating a visual delight as a fleeting azure reflection turned to gold. Every
day was different. The chill of the wind was evident even within her robe yet
sweet Yas just knelt there, near naked, beside her. Her servant was now covered
in gooseflesh and gently rocking on her knees. The girl was in obvious
discomfort but kept her almond eyes on her Lady.
"Well
then", thought Patricia, "so it shall be," and spoke to her
girl.
"Darling,
didn't you bring some pastries?"
"Yes
Miss."
"Well,
let's have a taste tnen."
Her
Lady made no move so Yas picked up a cherry danish and held it so Patricia
could take a bite.
"Mmm.
that's good but I want more fruit", said the comfortable woman.
Yas
selected another pastry and peeled away to the fruity center that she presented
to Patricias' mouth. She watched her Mistress swirl her agile tongue through
the jelly then lick her lips. The result left a sensual gloss that made her
want to suck those lips as well as those beneath her Ladys' satin robe but she
had planned this moment and, though she felt the cold going to her very core ,
she was determined to prove her point. She scrunched her heels beneath her and
resumed her kneeling position awaiting her Ladys' pleasure.
Patricia
had not swallowed the jelllied fruit and kept as much on her lips as possible.
She wasn't yet sure if Yas was sincere or simply trying her. Why would the girl
put herself through such a trial when the saucy tart must know by now that she
would be welcomed beneath her Ladys' warm robe; especially the bottom half.
A
warm tongue between her legs would certainly be well received at this moment.
In
her cozy robe she felt she could play this out longer than the sparsly clad
girl could endure the morning air.
"My
lips are sticky Yas. I would feel so much better if someone would lick them
clean for me" , she teased.
"How
about a kiss sweet girl?"
Yas
edged forward on her knees and kissed Patricia all about her mouth then licked
the pouty lips of her Mistress. She felt a hand behind her head that pulled her
close and the mouth she had been worshipping engulfed her own. A sleek tongue
entered her mouth and was quickly followed by a large amount of cherry jelly
and Lady spit that made her gasp and swallow hard.
"There,
said Patricia, a sweet treat for my naughty slave girl."
With
that comment hanging she finished her coffee while Yas began to hug herself
against the cold.
"Yas,
honey, that was a lovely kiss, I think I would like a cigarette now. Light it
for me, wont you,?" "I find it
a bit chilly outside my robe."
Yas
had never smoked before but with cold yet nimble fingers she brought forth a
long slim cigarette and held it to her lips. She flicked the lighter and sucked
gently until it was ready to present to Patricia. Long fingers flitted from
beneath the robe and took if from her. Yas had heard herself referred to as
'slave girl' but felt no offense.
She
truely loved her benefactor and Mistress and, if she was a slave, she was happy
to be so for such a special woman. The object of her desire silently smoked for
a moment and then invited her to lie beside her. She entered the open robe and
snuggled against the full breasts where she nearly fell asleep as her shivers
were quelled by the warmth of her Ladys' voluptuous body.
Patricia
finished her cigarette and tweaked her girls' taut nipples until she heard a
soft
squeak that let her know the girl was awake.
"Yas,
honey, what were you thinking? You were as cold as ice as you lay beside me.
Why would you come out here dressed as you were?"
"I
just wanted to look good for you Miss," said Yas. "I didn't mean to
be naughty."
Patricia
considered her words and realized what was needed. "I'm not so sure, she
said, you have been quite cheeky of late and near frozen lovers do not please
me." " How long since I've spanked you?"
Yas
just clung more tightly. Her legs engulfed her Ladys' thigh and began a gentle
humping motion of her pussy along its sensual length. She kissed all along the
top of the silky peignoir that held the full ripe breasts of her Mistress. Her
efforts were rewarded as a very firm nipple was thrust into her mouth. She
sighed slightly then brought her tongue into play. She soon brought the nipple
to fullness as her own panties qrew moist in her sexy efforts to relieve her
tension upon Patricias' silky smooth leg. She felt long elegant nails on her
bottom that dug in deeply and then a slim finger was coyly demanding entrance
into her bottom. Her Lady had never touched her like this and it felt so good
she mewed like a kitten as she felt herself relax and continued her oral
worship of the warm firm breasts. Her mouth was filled with lovely Lady breast
and her anus now greedily clenched at the intrusive finger.
She
could feel her thighs begin to quiver and her panties flood with release. The
sharp nailed finger was quite insistant and once it had impaled her completely
she was lost. The combination of thrills available beneath her Ladys' robe
brought her to the sweetest climax had ever known.
The
sun had fully risen and the last shades of gold upon the lake gave way to the
silver hue that would remain until sunset. Patricia stroked the hair of the
exhausted girl that lay beside her and dreamed of the many sunsets to come. She
would teach her lovely slavegirl how to serve her in comfort for the both of
them. It would take some time but, other than shopping and dining, she could
think of no better use or her time. She awakened her slumbering nymph with
kisses and ordered her upstairs to bathe, dress, and await a much deserved
spanking. Yas seemed eager to agree that she had indeed been naughty and had
earned some discipline.
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