Morning Submission

I pulled her close to me on the bed, nuzzling the nape of her neck through her hair. The silky strands parted as I kissed her cream skin through the length of her mane. Partially clothed from the night's activities, only our stockings had survived the night of play. I watched the sunlight peer at us from the sheer curtains in the window. The warmth of the dawn was weak in comparison to the smile that broke across her face when her eyes opened, looking into mine.

 

“Good morning, my pet.” I purred at her, enjoying how eagerly she curled into my body. She began to trace her hands in small circles at the small of my back.

 

“I'm hungry.” She smiled at me, her beautiful cornflower blue eyes wide in anticipation. I chuckled at her, knowing she was not in the least referring to food.

 

“Did you not eat enough last night, little one?” I ask of her as I roll her underneath me. I let my dark hair brush against her breasts as I straddle her. I take in her beauty, watching her blush-pink nipples rise at the gentle caress of my hair. I kiss her lips, pulling on the bottom one for a moment as she reaches up for me.

 

“I never get enough cream from you, my Mistress, never,” she moans slightly as my hands slide down her curvaceous hips and grasp her bottom. She is so intoxicating to me, like a fine wine that one must sip and savor. There is a headiness, almost a drunkenness, that comes over me from just looking at her, much less tasting her. I shake my head, pushing her back from me.

 

“No, my pet.” I sigh as I speak; I am far too permissive with her forwardness. Her lips pursed into a rose of a pout, her eyes lowering, now downcast. “You forgot, darling.” I smile at her knowingly. ”You forgot what came in the mail.” At that she squealed in delight, all sadness shed from her. She wiggled underneath me, her face flushed now with a different kind of excitement.

 

“Oh, can I try them on now? Please, Mistress,” she asked of me, giggling still. I laughed at her, removed myself from on top of her, and waved my hand in the direction of the closet. She jumped out of the bed as soon as my legs left their place around her. Running to the closet, she slid out the box that had arrived yesterday. She began to pull out her lovely new things, corsets made in France. There were three of them: red, blue, and black. Her hands wandered over each garment, feeling the texture of them. The red one had intricate designs hand-stitched from matching red silk thread. 

 

Little vines crawled up and down the bodice; it would be beautiful on her, accentuating her cream skin. The blue one was different in style than what she was used to. It was almost vintage, a floral tapestry with bright blue ribbon trim ruffled around the edge. The black one was of leather. It had steel grommets edging the sides, with sharp angled detail along the breast line. She looked up at me, her eyes full of life. “Which one may I try on first?”

 

“The blue one, darling. Go freshen up, and then the blue one.” I nod at her, giving her my leave to do as I commanded. She traipsed from the room, dancing lightly on her feet. I heard the sound of water as she began to prepare. I poured myself a glass of fresh water from the pitcher beside the bed, usually her first thing to do for me as she awoke, but today was a different sort of day. I stretched on the bed, flexing my legs out, curling my toes as I listened to her prepare. I slid my red silk robe onto my shoulders, then wrapped it around me. I love the feel of the sensuous fabric on my skin. 

 

Bouncing from the bathroom, she kneels quickly at my feet to seek my approval. She had brushed her hair back, tying it with a white ribbon. Her lips were painted with a subtle pink gloss, and fresh perfume wafted to greet me. I take her chin in my hand. “Beautiful, my darling, you may dress.” She stood up and fetched the corset from the top of the postal box. Hesitating at first, she glanced back at me. “Will you help?” I laughed at her question, “Darling, I wondered how long it would take you to realize it fastened from behind.” I motioned for her to come to the bedside.

 

Sheepishly she approached me, the corset held out in her hands as an offering. I placed it around her; she held it to her breasts as I started to tie it from behind. I brushed her ponytail aside; with her ruby hair, the blue on her was simply stunning. I cinched the corset till her delicious curves were even tastier. I kissed her neck, then tied the ribbon, then knotted it. I took her by her shoulders and turned her around to face me.

 

“So lovely.” My breath catches in my throat looking at her. Her ample breasts are to the point of flowing over the rim of the corset top. The faint edges of her nipples are visible through the ribbon trim. The thing that is the most lovely about my pet is that she has no idea how truly beautiful she is. She takes my lack of speech as a disapproval of her appearance in some way. Such a tender esteem she has; tears well up as she bites her lip.

 

“I don't do the garment justice, do I?” Her voice falters and shakes with doubt. I hold her face gingerly in my hands. “My beautiful pet, do you not yet know the depth of your beauty?” I kiss her trembling mouth; a sudden heat strikes me as I do. She is such a tender thing, so needful in so many ways. There have been few times I have ever had to discipline her, and when I did, it was simply because of her eagerness to please me.

 

“You are my most prized possession. My sweet one, the only thing more
More beautiful than your outward beauty is the beauty of your heart.” Her tears spill over, then thankfully for a better reason than self-doubt. She flings her arms around me, something she should not do, but I let her this time. I pull her arms back behind her and whisper in her ear. “Be still, love; do you understand me?” She nods briefly, knowing better than to speak or ask questions. I take the ribbon from her hair and bind her hands lightly behind her. Her breath quickens as she stands as still as she can. 

 

I part her legs, placing her feet where I want them. I slip my hand in between her legs, smiling at the gathering wet heat that greets me there. I sink two fingers quickly into her; she gasps but does not move. “Good girl,” I purr at her. “Mistress is hungry, pet; stay perfectly still.” I drop to my knees, now taking three fingers deep inside her. She gasps louder but manages to maintain her composure. I begin to lick her, my tongue tracing a feathery line up her pussy lips to her clit. 

 

I suckle it once my tongue arrives there. I roll my tongue against it, flicking in alternate rhythm to the thrusts of my fingers. Moans fall from her lips as she struggles to be still. I take my fingers from her slowly and offer her a taste. She greedily sucks her cream from my fingers. I pull my hand from her mouth and insert one finger in her ass and two in her pussy. She nearly comes unbalanced but catches herself before she does. My eyes lock with hers as I begin to feast on her sweetness. Her eyes begin to beg me, but like a good girl, she holds her tongue still.

 

“You wish to cum, pet?” I mouth against her beautiful mound.

 

“I wish only for what you wish,” she groans aloud, her breasts heaving against the confines of the corset while I fingerfuck her precious pussy and ass.

 

“Oh, good girl.” I increase my thrusts and bear down with slight pressure against her clit with my teeth. She struggles to stand as the first wave of cum washes over my lips. The second wave catches her hard as she lurches forward a bit, nearly falling onto me. She panics, straightening up quickly. I stand up and say to her, “I am far too gentle with you. No harm, pet; you did not willfully disobey.” The fear fades from her face, and a bright light replaces it as she asks, “Did I please you then, Mistress?”

 

“Yes, darling, enough to earn a reward.”

 

Her eyes widen as I untie her arms. I sit on the edge of the bed and untie my silk robe. “Pleasure me, pet.” She falls to her knees and hungrily begins to lap at my creamed pussy. I pick up my glass of water and sip as she does. With my other hand I free her nipple and begin to tug and twist on it as she eats me.

 

“Yes, darling, I am far too lenient with you.”

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