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Simple Pleasures

    She gets to the dryer just as the buzzer sounds. leaning down to open it, letting the hot good smelling air escape as she begins pulling items out, dropping them into the basket until it is filled to the brim with more of Masters clean clothes. She smiles, kicking the dryer door up with her foot as she lifts the basket and carries it back to bedroom where she sits on the bed folding.

    Lifting up a shirt, she shakes it out, and then lifts it to her face, breathing deeply the fresh scent. Smiling she giggles to herself trying to decide if she likes the smell better before or after washing. In only minutes the basket is emptied, and all the clothes in neat little piles, which she puts away in their various drawers.

    Checking the time, she goes to shower and dress. After which she spends her time doing various other small tasks and chores, always listening for the sound of him coming home. Hearing him come in, she puts her things away and quickly scampers to the room where she finds him sitting down with a weary sigh. Smiling brightly, she glides to her knees before him, resting her hands on her thighs as she looks down, waiting for his greeting like a brook damned up with leaves, just threatening to bubble over.

    Finally his hand reaches out, stroking her cheek softly, “ahh… there you are pet.”

    She smiles brightly, peeking up at him, “May I be of service Master?” She waits, holding herself in place even though she anxiously waits to be allowed to affectionately greet him, or be told to do some other service that will please him.

    Leaning back, he closes his eyes momentarily, letting his hand rest gently on her head, fingers stroking through her hair. “Momentarily… for now I just want to enjoy you here.”

    She reaches out; wrapping her arms around his legs and rubs her cheek against his knees and smiling up at him happily. Beaming even more when he looks down, smiling himself. He shift his position, leaning forward to kiss her forehead.

    “Lay out some clothes for me, I’m going to go get a shower” he says, standing up and moving towards his room, removing clothing and tossing it on the bed before he disappears into the bathroom.

    She moves silently behind him, taking the clothing from where it’s tossed. Holding it close, feeling the warmth of him still on them as she carries them to the empty hamper to drop them in. She grins amused, as the scent of them lingers and makes her think of her earlier dilemma. Grinning she slips into the bathroom, taking a large towel and holding it to him when the water stops and he opens the curtain to step out. Stepping back, she blushes slightly until he shakes his head laughing, sprinkling her with water droplets. She moves out of the bathroom, giving him room to do whatever else he wants. She kneels beside the bed, resting her arms on the edge, leaning her chin on her hands to watch as he comes in and begins dressing.

    Partially dressed, he leans over to lays across the bed and pats a place beside him. She happily climbs up beside him, into his embrace as he hugs her softly. Leaning down he kisses her, taking her breath away as her heart threatens to burst in happiness. His lips leave hers, kissing her nose tip and forehead. “Sweet pet… good girl doing as I told you and having your chores done. Whatever shall you ask for a reward?”

    She closes her eyes, smiling a little as her happiness turns into frustration at his words. Never having an answer for that kind of question… “I don’t know Master.. I’m just happy here with you.” She snuggles her face against him, breathing deeply of the clean smell of his skin, and wondering why it’s so hard to understand that this is reward unto itself?

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Bath slave

            Every bathroom seems to have too bright of lights. Sure it’s great for standing at a mirror, but who wants bright light when you’re soaking? Tossing a towel over the light fixture, just enough to shade the light but not dangerously, the room takes on shadows. A basket filled with items sits beside the tub, waiting for my use. I begin running the water, finding a nice mixture of very warm to nearly hot. I begin adding green tea bath salts, turning the water pale green as the scent fills the room. Folded neatly on the counter are two large fresh and fluffy towels. As I always seem to get wet doing this job, I remove my shirt, leaving my upper body uncovered. Shivers run across my skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake, as I kneel by the bath, waiting for you.

            As if on cue, you appear in the room, stepping close, brushing your fingers through my hair in greeting. A soft murring escapes my throat as I press into your fingertips, the gesture filling me with a warm sense of love and devotion. I begin unbuttoning and removing your clothing, from my knees reaching as I can, your own hands helping only slightly, removing your clothes. Finally naked your hand grips my shoulder, using it for support as you step into the bath.  I smile hearing a soft sigh from you as you sink into the warmth, leaning back with your knees bent in the tub.

            Taking a big soft sponge from the basket, I soak it full of water and begin to squeeze it, letting the warm water dribble down your shoulders and chest. The room silent except for the sound of the water as it splashes back into the tub. Repeating the process, slowly squeezing letting the water trickle for as long as I can keep it. I rub the sponge across your chest, squeezing and refilling it; around your neck up to your ears, the ends of your hair getting dampened they stick to your skin. Your eyes closed, you feel the softness of the sponge and the warmth of the water running over you. Occasional my breasts brush against you as I lean across, my eyes peek up at you, glad to see your eyes closed unable to see the slight blush that pinkens my cheeks. Quietly I ask you to lean forward, to a more sitting position, allowing me to squeeze water out across your back as well. Placing the sponge aside, I pick up a large plastic glass from my basket. I stroke your forehead with my right hand, tipping your head back into my left, getting you to relax into the soft caresses. Filling the glass, I then pour is slowly over your hair and my left hand, letting it run down my arm and your neck, saturating it with warm scented water. My fingers move through your hair, making sure it’s wet through, tipping your head forward so you sit, your eyes closed in silence as you wait patiently.  With deft fingers I open a bottle and pour some of the thick liquid into my palm, the replace the bottle into the basket. Rubbing my palms together, a fresh citrus smell is released before I begin rubbing the shampoo into your hair. Slowly scrubbing from the top towards the back, my fingers wiggling circles, stimulating your scalp while cleaning. Foaming bubbles slip down your shoulders, and my arms. Unable to help it, my naked skin rubs against your arm and shoulder, my nipples harden as if controlled by their own intent. I continue, well past the need for cleaning, just to help relax you further. Listening to your breathing as a guide for my success.

            Turning on the faucet, I adjust the temperature with my right hand while feeling it with my left. When it’s just right I begin filling the glass with fresh water, pouring it over your head rinsing the suds off you in long foamy streams. Giggling a bit, water runs down my arms as well, dripping onto my legs and the towel I kneel on. Seeing you smile makes my heart skip and infects me with more giggles.

You’re hair fully rinsed, I put the cup back into my basket and take up a scrubby loofah sponge, and a bar of mint herbal soap. My left hand dashes the soap into the water and then begins rubbing large circles across your back, leaving lather trails. I put aside the soap, my left hand taking the loofah I start scrubbing in nearly the same large circular motions across your back. You skin turns pink under the scrubbing, as I listen to soft grunts of pleasure from you. Scrubbing up and down your spine then to each side before dunking the sponge into the water behind you, bringing it up to rinse the soap away.

Leaning back on my feet, I smile as you look at me. I tell you that you can lean back again, and you do so, sloshing just a little, your knees bent further up as you sink back deeply to your chin, most of your body just under the surface of the water now. I take a small nervous breath as I realize that now I need to bathe the front of your body.  Somehow you seem to read my thoughts, which causes you to chuckle at me. This only seems to fluster me more, smiling and blushing as I try to not let your simple gaze tease me. I tuck away the loofah in the basket, and picking a mesh scrubby, rubbing it on the soap to create a frothy lather. You rise back up out of the water, allowing me to start scrubbing across your chest. Lifting your right arm with my left hand, I lean forward to scrub starting from your armpit down and around. Your fingers wiggle in an attempt to tickle me, which causes me to squirm as I try to hold your arm still. Tucking it back in the water beside you I reach across for your other arm. Blushing as this opens up the opportunity for your right hand to reach up and tweak my playfully, while I hold your left and scrub it. Giggling softly, this actually lets me know you’ve relaxed to the point of being playful.  Dunking the scrubby and lathering it again, I begin to scrub across your chest, resisting playful urges to pinch your own nipple. I avoid looking at you as I work down across your stomach, lightening my scrubbing as I dip down into your pubic area. Using my fingers more then the scrubby I wiggle my fingers around your tender flesh, cleaning carefully.  My stomach knots as I worriedly anticipate you to do something to tease me.

I begin sudsing down your thighs and around your knees. Lifting one foot up I scrub down your calf, around your ankle and over your foot.  Looking up at you with a little giggle as I scrub between my toes as you wiggle them. You try to look stern at me, a grin tugging the corners of your mouth, “You finding something amusing pet?” I try not to giggle more as I shake my head no. Chuckling you tease, “Good, if you did I might make you clean my toes with your tongue.” I repress a giggle, going on to your other leg quietly.  Finishing scrubbing you I rinse the scrubby and use it to hold water as I begin rinsing you completely free of soap.

I finish, rinsing the scrubby and carefully avoiding splashing you as I shake it free of water before replacing it in my basket.  Sitting back on my heels, peeking up at you, “I’m finished… is there anything else you’d like?”  My mind spins out all the answers you could possibly answer, realizing I could never guess what you’ll say, as you never cease to amaze me by thinking of something I didn’t anticipate.   You draw a deep breath, sitting up causing the water to slosh around you as you answer, “No, I believe that will be all for now.”

I get up, reaching for the first dry towel as you stand. You lift one foot up to the edge of the tub, waiting as I dry it of most of the water before you place it down on the towel I was kneeling on, repeating the process for your other foot.  Drying the most wet areas first I pat and softly rub up your legs, around and under and behind your waist. Rubbing your back dry I lay the towel across your shoulders as I reach for the second dry towel. Rubbing across your chest I reach for your head, at which you bend slightly giving me better access. I rub your hair, soaking up the wetness as best as I can. I pull off the other dry towel, holding both as you stand, the hair on your body fluffing in the air.

I smile as you turn away, returning to your room. I quickly hang the damp towels, putting away the items so I can go out to be near you. All wet items set out to dry on the counter, shampoo and such put away, swishing the remaining water in the tub to prevent it leaving a ring before all going down the drain.  I pause, pondering and unsure, before pulling a shirt back on and follow your path out of the bathroom.

I find you sitting on the edge of your bed, motioning me to come kneel in front of you. Stepping quietly, I do my best to move gracefully as I approach and kneel there, my heart beating rapidly as I wait. Taking small breaths trying to relax as I await your review of my service. To my surprise you, stroke my cheek asking, “What parts of your service should I take note of? What do you feel you succeeded or failed at doing?” A flush of frustration fills me, I hate it when you ask questions like that of me. I chew my lip thinking, stating the first most obvious ones, “How well I was able to relax you? How refreshed you feel now? Perhaps that I did things in an efficient yet graceful way? “ I pause to consider further, rubbing my cheek against your caressing finger tips.

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The Birthday Surprise

            The evening starts out dark and rainy, standing outside with my master in nothing but a raincoat as we wait for a taxi.  Anxiousness churns with fear in my stomach, a common feeling when I’m willingly faced with the unknown. I’d said I would trust him and do whatever he wanted, but parts of me are still scared and finding it hard to just trust him with my welfare.  Still, the excitement of the whole prospect of not knowing fuels desire inside of me. My feelings intensify as a car pulls up and Master opens the door, motioning me to scoot in.

            A moment of embarrassment flushes my cheek as the driver turns to watch me climb in. My coat held only by a tied belt, gapes open when I leaning forward; I’m sure he can see down inside to my naked body.  My Master slips in beside me on the seat, his hand squeezing my knee affectionately as he gives instructions to the driver. I keep looking at the driver, wondering if he’s in on this adventure, or if he’s an unknowing pawn.  Taking a deep breath, trying to calm myself I lean back and look out the window. The car moves quietly down dark residential streets, small bright circles under street lamps reflect light off wet puddles.  Masters hand caresses and squeezes the back of my neck, drawing my attention back to him. I smile, shyly looking up at him, afraid to see his teasing eyes, but drawn like a moth to flame only to find his eyes filled with love and comfort. His free hand reaches into his pocket, withdrawing a long red scarf. Motioning me closer he holds it up and begins wrapping it around my head covering my eyes, leaving me in darkness. A strange feeling of relief fills me; I can no longer see the driver’s expression as he watches in his mirror; almost as if what I can’t see can’t hurt me.

            I feel the car slowing to stop, holding my Masters hand tightly I wonder what is coming next. Masters hand squeezes mine as he leans over kissing my cheek, “Be good pet, stay here until you are led out.”  My mouth opens in surprise, my heart races – pounding in my ears. He chuckles darkly, patting my cheek affectionately at my surprise. Closing my mouth I swallow hard, and nod, barely able to whisper, “Yes Master.”  And then he’s gone; I feel the absence of his presence even before the door closes.

            The driver chuckles, I’m sure it’s at me, which makes my cheeks flush hotly. I chew my lip worriedly as the car begins moving again, I didn’t remember Master giving any further instructions, but surely he must have. I shift my bottom, loosing my calm with every passing silent moment; the only sound my own doubts and fears.  The drivers coarse voice, almost sarcastically asks, “So where to miss?”  Fear grips me tightly, stammering, “I thought you knew? I don’t know.” I wonder suddenly if I should remove the blindfold and just ask to go home, especially as my answer seems to only make the driver laugh harder.  I bite my lip; sure now he’s only taunting me. A jolt of anger passes through me, at the driver laughing, and momentarily even at my Master for doing this to me. Tears threaten to fill my eyes as I clench my hands into tight fists, calming myself by repeating the mantra~ “trust, trust, trust.“

            The car lurches to a stop suddenly, causing me to fall forward, my hands reaching for the back of the front seat to steady myself. With a grunt the driver opens his door and leaves, slamming it closed. Unable to see, my head turns listening for any hint of what is going on. The door beside me opens, and before I can understand, the driver grabs me, pulling me towards the doorway.  Scared I scream and begin fighting off the hands that hold me sideways on the seat, one of his large hands covering my mouth quickly. “HUSH” he orders, “Or I’ll have to tell your Master how bad you are behaving.” This brings an instant change in my behavior, mentally realizing he does know what is going on. Sudden hope fills me, “what is going to happen?” I plead of him, but I’m only answered by his dark laughter and groping hands which push open my lightweight coat to pinch my nipples roughly.  Whimpering, I resist fighting off his hands, allowing him to knead and squeeze my breasts, his breath hot and unpleasant as he presses his lips harshly against mine.  Groaning deeply, he pushes me backwards, his body pressing me down as one of his hands gropes down my body.

            “Are you ready for your next surprise?” he growls as his hand gropes my sex, feeling the wetness that fills me already from the mixture of fear and excitement. Whimpering I shake my head no, afraid that I’m going to break down crying as I find myself feeling so helpless and afraid.  He lifts off of me, but before I can adjust myself me pulls me by my ankles towards the door. He sits me up, my legs on the ground outside the car, my body in the doorway on the seat. I assume this moment is to allow me to pull my coat around me before leaving the car, so I pull the coat closer around me. I smell him as he leans close to me, and suddenly grips a handful of my hair, tipping me head backward.

            The soft warm flesh of his cock presses against my lips, the smell of him filling my senses causing my nose to wrinkle as I try to pull away. He growls, “Open” and pulls my head backwards even more.  Opening my mouth, it’s filled immediately, pushing my jaw further open, causing it to pop in my ears as it’s extended to it’s widest.  He works his cock in and out of my mouth, using my hair to pull my head forward as he stuffs himself in deeply, cutting off my breathing and causing me to choke and gag to keep up. His body quivers, as he growls out crude comments, calling me nasty things and making comments that both insult and excite me. Tears slip down my cheeks, scared and extremely turned on as he uses me. He cock twitches, he growls and pulls me roughly, his final plunges bring his eruption, filling my mouth with the taste of his cum.  Holding me there, as he gasps, the moments seeming to hang endlessly as I swallow, waiting for him to pull away from me. He finally releases his grip in my hair, my scalp in pain now as I realize how harshly he was pulling. Being released my hands wipe at my face and mouth, feeling disgusted and dirty, but the release is only momentary before he pulls me forward by the coat to stand on my feet. My hands grab the car, balancing myself as my head spins. I brush the hair away from my face, tugging the scarf back into place as it threatens to fall down; I don’t want to accidentally get in trouble for removing it.

            The driver’s moist sweaty hand grabs mine, “Come on.” He says, for the first time in a non-threatening manner. I follow him forward, my shoes clicking on a hard paved surface. My mind reeling as I swallow, trying to force the taste of his cum from my mouth, I wonder what will happen next.

             Pulled to a stop, the drivers gruff voice, “Stand here.”  His removes his hand from me, leaving me to stand without any feeling of anything around me. I haven’t heard him walk away, so I’m pretty sure he’s still standing near. A door opens in front of me, I can’t see who it is, but a woman’s voice greets cheerfully. “oooh.. Welcome! I’m glad you finally go here.” Assuming she’s talking to the driver, I wait for him to lead me in. Seconds pass in silence as I wait, still nothing until I feel a small hand grasp my upper arm, pulling me forward.

            “Watch your step, that’s it, now come with me,” her hand slipping down to grasp mine, leading me along, my steps quiet as we move along a carpeted hall. I turn my head from side to side, trying to capture any sounds of where I am, or who is there around me, but I sense nothing more. She leads me first turning to the right, and then to the left, I wonder how far into the location we are going, curious as to what kind of place I am in.

            After a final turn, she stops beside me. “Stand here,” she says, her hands moving over my coat I feel it being slipped from my shoulders. The air not uncomfortably cold, but cool enough that my blushing skin is chilled and my nipples harden.  Her fingers pinch my nipples and gently slap my breasts. My cheeks burn as her pinching fingers cause my desire to flash anew between my legs. I hear her move away, and close again. I hear a small jingle just a moment before feeling cold metal pinch my nipple, the weight of the object hanging pulls but not too painfully. Her fingers play with my second nipple before clipping the same type of object there. I’m surprised as she once again slaps the sides of my breasts, causing the weights to sway, the tinkling sound making me realize there must be small bells attached as well.

 “Ohh.., that’s pretty! Come with me now, everyone is waiting!”

She takes my hand, leading me again through carpeted halls. I can hear the sounds, laughter and music, of a party getting closer as we walk. My shoes click as we move into a room with a hard floor. Laughter pauses, as the hand holding mine pauses, pushing me ahead of her. I stand, my head turning; catching bits of whispers and rustles of movement, the music has been turned down low.

“And now, my surprise.” A mans voice speaks loudly, moving closer towards me. I feel his hot hand on my shoulder, guiding me forward, sliding down my back and squeezing my bottom. I stop after a few steps when his pushing stops. Shaking I wait, chewing my lip nervously. “Happy Birthday Darling,” he says, a woman’s voice squeals gleefully in seeming response. Laughter surrounds me then, amused comments making suggestions obviously to the birthday recipient.

Small hands, a woman’s hands, begin caressing over me; first across my shoulders, then down to tap at my nipples making the weights sway. “Oh, whatever shall I do with her?” she laughingly asks, which only brings more lewd comments and teasing from those in the room. Inside I cringe, humiliation filling me at the comments.

“Well we could all take turns giving her your birthday spanks!” Another male voice calls out. Lots of voices, both male and female make agreeing responses. The small hands turn me around before she takes my hand, leading me forward till my knees bump against something. She presses against my back, whispering near my ear, “Kneel.” My hands reach out, bending down I feel that it’s a chair like object. I kneel upon the upholstered cushion, my hands moving in front of me trying to figure out where and how I should be. Her hands push me forward even more, “bend over” she says, pushing my chest across another padded area, causing my bottom to stick up as I rest with my head hanging over, my hands gripping the what feels like a matching upholstered chair back.  Uncertainty fills me, uncomfortable with the position and embarrassed as I feel my bottom and sex exposed to view.  My eyes fill with tears, threatening to slip down my cheek. Choking back a whimper as her hands caress over my rounded bottom, and up my back. The caress reassuring me as if she realized I needed soothing.

Her fingers slip from my skin, leaving me waiting in nervous anticipation. Movement rustles around me, people moving closer and talking freely again.  I hear the birthday woman’s voice again as she says thank you quietly to someone. I feel the smooth cool caress of something over my bottom, then it is removed and just as quickly it slaps across my skin with a resounding crack; an incredible stinging swat that pushes me forward with it’s force.  Unable to stop myself, I cry out, causing laughter and cheering from the crowd, along with a booming voice that counts, “One!”

The woman behind me laughs happily, caressing my bottom again with the wooden paddle. “Keep count pet, I wouldn’t want to give you more then I need.” Her voice teases, almost taunting me to miscount and receive more. Nodding my head up and down, I respond, “Yes Ma’am… One.”

A second swat follows my words, and I respond quickly counting out two, then three, as the swats rain down on my bottom, alternating from one side to the other; both sides burning hotly. My breath coming in gasps and pants as my entire being centers on the sensations of every swat. My mind blanking, floating and spinning in nothingness as I try to keep a conscious count of the numbers; unsure if I’m saying them in the right order as the swats go on endlessly.

Moments pass, before I realize a caress has replaced the swats causing me to purr softly. Her cool palm stroking over my hot flesh centers me, bringing me slowly back to reality. “Only 5 more, I want you to count backwards from 5 and I’ll finish with one swat of your choice, hard or soft then.”

I nod my head understanding, even as my part of my heart wants to keep going forever regardless of how my bottom feels. I count backwards, “Five, four,” whimpering in pain, “three, two.” She pauses as I moan softly, knowing she’s waiting for my choice on the final swat. A little voice in my head wonders if by not answering I’ll get even more swats, I giggle at that idea and sway my bottom as if asking for more.

“Come on now, answer quickly or I’ll give you a soft one just to finish up.”

Her voice teases me, how does she know I want it to be hard, harder then the previous, hard enough to remain stinging afterwards since it will be the last. I smile, squeezing my eyes shut as I say, “Hard Please,” bracing myself for the final sweet swat of her paddle.

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Loving Her

    She's always like this….. soft and warm, sweet but sad, wanting to be held and from my strength she begins to glow. She'd never admit it, she holds herself as being so strong and able. Holding her in my arms I caress her sweet smelling hair, touch her soft skin, feeling her ample flesh and snuggling deeper against her I murmur against her skin. Sometimes there are walls between us, sometimes there is nothing. At this moment all I want to feel and experience is her happiness. I want to taste her sweetness and to her soft moans.
    My hands move over her body, left hand stroking her back, the right reaching forward to caress her breast. I feel the nipple harden as I pinch it slightly between my index finger and thumb. Rolling it back and forth, a small noise escapes her throat. She nuzzles into my neck, nibbling and finding spots that send shivers of desire through my body. She is my most cherished musical instrument… I test her tuning and soon I will play the most beautiful music with her.
    She looks up at me, those lapis blue eyes, our lips meet tongues entwine. I grasp my hands to her head. Pulling her close, pressing harder our lips break and our mouths nip and kiss at each other's faces and necks. My hand runs down over the curves of her hips and butt. I love the curve and feel of it! I think of the positions I have seen it in, bent over with me behind kissing it, from the front as someone is fucking her, walking nude across the room. Funny she'd find it to know this is my favorite body part of hers. I reach between her legs in front, and she's as wet as I expect. I will never say she's easy, so is just so ready, wanting and waiting! It's funny how shy I used to feel with her, and now… now I wish I could whisper how much I love her.
    I squeeze her clit, and she moans loudly, moving away so I have better access to her body. I help move her so she's lying flat beside me, her hands lifted above her head and held together. I don't have to hold them long, she willingly leaves them up out of my way when I remove mine. I grasp her breasts, one in each hand, squeezing and caressing them. I nip each gently at first and then a bit harder. Her body rocks a little from side to side in pleasure. A sadistic thought crosses my mind, I could put the nipple clamps on her clit, and she'd love that! But not right now, more play like that later; first I want to hear her pleasure. My hand moves down, she is gaping and wet. Her clit hard and crying to be touched and rubbed, I avoid it. Moving down to suckle her left breast, I move my hand - fingers dangling and tickling- around her outer labia. Teasingly I touch, coming up around the top nearly brushing her clit. Her hips move to try to force the touch. She moans softly in her throat.
    Moving again I reach my hands down her thighs to her sweet knees. Caressing behind her knees with my hands, I move my mouth down her body. Tickling her bellybutton with my tongue. She wiggles and giggles a bit. Her soft belly is like a pillow cloud, soft and warm. I find her tickle spot to one side it, and tickle it with my tongue. She desperately starts moving away, we're both giggling, as I pull her back towards me. I move between her legs, spreading them apart with my hands. I stretch the flesh surrounding her, her perky clit pokes out. She moans already, anticipation. I flick my tongue over her hard bud, and her body shivers as though electrified. I tickle her lips with my tongue, I flick her clit. We are moving slightly together and both of us making happy sounds. I nuzzle her thighs, moving around, ignoring her quivering clit until I think she's ready. I move my lips above hers, my tongue separating them, slipping inside where her own sweetness can be tasted. Using my tongue like a cock I stroke her in and out, especially paying attention to the skin on the bottom where she seems to squirm the most for. AS time passes she is moving against me harder, her legs squeezing, her hands have moved from above her head to mine. She groans with pleading little sounds. I lick up to her hard throbbing clit. I flick it a couple times before taking it between my lips and sucking on it like a miniature penis. Her legs quiver, she quickly gasps. I create suction between my lips with my tongue. Sucking, tickling, she is humping up and down, building to her orgasm. I slip a couple of my fingers inside her. I reach up under her front pelvic bone to a spot, which always sends her over the edge. Sucking and pumping my fingers in and out of her I feel her climbing higher. Her voice is louder, moaning and calling my name. Suddenly she is there. Her hips thrusting, her legs quivering and flexing around me. I lighten up after I know she's cum, her clit is so sensitive that every little movement makes her shudder. She lies gasping; I am slowly caressing her pussy without touching her sensitive parts too much.
    Leaving a trail of kisses up her body, I once again am kissing her mouth deeply. We share the taste of her. I hold her in my arms, she lying against my breasts suckling them like a happy baby. I squeeze her, so many words unspoken that I hope she knows somehow. Stroking her hair I wait for her friskiness to return, because that's when the fun with toys begins! I smile a bit evilly.

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The Sad Goodbye

He waited patiently, head bent forward, eyes looking around, standing as his Pony Mistress had taught him. He was very anxious. His Mistress was leaving forever, and that sadness was a huge black hole in his heart. For months they'd talked about this final day. Finding someone to take over his training & his care. Now that day was here. He'd met the new Lady twice before, and found her pleasing. She was calmly confident, knowledgeable even if a bit knew to having a ponyboy. Still... the fear knawed at him, and he fretted.

Worrying to himself he began to shift from foot to foot nervously. A gentleing hand came out and stroked the back of his neck. "be calm, you will be fine." came his Mistresses voice, which she continued to touch and soothe him.

He heard steps... the soft hits of boot heels on the stones. Before he saw her he smelled her soft scent. Breathing deep he thought to himself.... this is the smell of my new Lady. He eyes searching for a glimpse of her as she aproached through the garden. Then she was there.

He shuffled his feet and gave a soft snort, jingling his halter chain he nodded his head a bit up and down. The nervousness was increasing, could he endure more?

"I'll keep in touch as I can, to hear how his adjustment is going. And if you ever need, you can call me." Then his Mistress turned to him. Holding his head between her cool hands, she looked him deeply in the eyes, tears overflowing hers. "I have had the privlage of having you as the most devoted of friends my lovely pony. You have given me great pleasure. Remember me, your training. You are a reflection of my love for you... be good." and she kissed him softly on his forhead between his eyes, then turned away.

Tears flowing from his eyes he snorted, striking his feet on the ground. "Noooo.. " his heart cried inside! He began to whinney as well as he could with his tears choking his throat.

The Lady's hands reached out, smoothing his shoulder, touchig him. "aww.. my beauty..you'll be fine... come come.." her voice turning into nonwords.. just sounds of comfort to match her touch. Even through his pain he could not resist the kindness in her voice and touch. He hung his head, and stopped reacting. His spirit was heavy, but he stood patiently, slowely moving his head towards her chest. Standing quietly for a few minutes, with just her touching him, he began to relax and felt more accepting towards her. The fear was overwhelmed by the emotions still playing in his soul, but he knew his new Lady was good... just a pony feeling inside. He gave her a soft nicker, and rubbed his head on her, hoping she understood he trusted her.

"yes my beautiful one..." Lady responded as he pushed on her. "it's time to go home now... you will like our home in the country... meadows and forests, and your very own room." moving to his side she led him to her truck.

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