Submissive Worships Femdom Kayla’s Body – Part One
My back is against the wall; I’m naked except for my black 4-inch stilettos and red satin bikini panties, which are down around my ankles, stretched taught between my long, slightly parted legs. The cotton crotch on full display at my feet. I stare down at my naked slave with my emerald green eyes and point at my undies with a French manicured index finger. My slave dutifully crawls to me on hands and knees and puts his mouth over the moist panties. Body Worship was his favorite game.
I made him bring me to orgasm with his mouth through my panties when he first arrived. His desire was to worship every inch of my body.
When I’m finished, I take the long cane I’m holding in my left hand and whack him on his ass. This is the only command he needs to stop cleaning my panties and begin licking up any pee that might have gotten onto my legs, feet or shoes. He cleans me quickly and thoroughly, making sure to get every last drop. I indulge his foot fetish and let him linger on my toes a little. He knows he has other work, so he leaves my feet and looks up at me before he dares move his mouth toward my pussy.
No words need be spoken. I nod once, and he buries his face in my cunt. I’m not completely shaven, but I keep myself neat down there; I like watching him look up at me through my short landing strip.
He laps eagerly at my pussy, running his tongue between the folds of my wet twat and up over my clit. He’s not allowed to use his hands, but he’s good enough at eating me out that he doesn’t have to. I writhe on his tongue, pushing my body down onto his face, willing his tongue to go deeper and deeper inside of me. He is relentless, which is how I taught him to eat pussy.
Several minutes of his dedicated effort brings me to a hard orgasm. I shudder over top of him as I slicken his lips, nose and chin with my wetness. Once I’m satisfied I reluctantly push his face away from my crotch and step out of my panties.
Setting the cane aside, I pick up the end of the leash attached to his slave collar and turn around; I reach the leash through my legs and pull his face into my ass. I bend a little at the waist and support myself with my free hand against the wall. My submissive nuzzles me for a moment; he’s an ass man and loves it when I give him this treat.
It isn’t long, however, before he remembers that his tongue is required to lick my crevice and my tight asshole.
I use the leash to pull him tight when I want him to suffer and let go a little when he needs to breathe. He’d gladly suffocate in my rear or the folds of my pussy, but he’s much more useful alive.
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