Who's In Charge Here?

Who's In Charge Here?

I'm having a hard time seeing into my crystal ball today. It seems to be all fogged up for some reason and I can barely see myself in it. No, wait, it's clearing up now. No wonder I couldn't see, there is someone in the shower so the room is full of steam. It's you and your hair is full of suds and your body is slick. Hmmmm I love slick. On the other side of the shower curtain I'm getting undressed, planning to surprise you and join you under the warm water.

I poke my head around the curtain and see your back as you let the water rinse the suds out of your hair. You look great from the back. Your butt is tight, and the muscles in your back are well developed. I quietly sneak into the shower, and wrap my arms around your waist and ask if you need any help with that of soap. I press my self against you and take the bar of soap from your hand, then I begin to rub the soap on your tummy in slow little circles until there a plenty of suds. I tell you that I'm going to continue to work my way down and make sure every single inch of you is nice and clean. You laugh and tell me to hurry because water will start to turn cold. It's my turn to laugh now, and I tell you this is the kind of thing I never do quickly.

You are already hard so I rub the soap back and forth on you until you are slippery with suds. As I rub the soap your hips move a bit. This will never do. I ask you if like the feel of my hands stroking you. You nod your head and continue to stroke your hardness. I ask if you if you are sure you like it, and you laugh and tell me yes. The answer excites and I come up with a brilliant plan that is going to put me in total control of you and our sexual pleasure. Still stroking you I tell you that if you move I will stop pleasuring you. You agree to my little game, and the thought of being in control makes me hot. I get the feeling that you think this is going to be easy, but I know better.

My thumb circles the head of your hardness and I drop the bar of soap because I don't really need it. My free hand finds your nipple and as I roll it between my fingers, it turns into a hard little pebble. I start stroking of your hardness again and you thrust yourself into my hand. I remove both of hands from your body and tell you I have to stop now because you moved, and ff you want me continue , you will have to ask me and say please. Oh, and I want you to call me Mistress, too. You look over your shoulder and ask me if I would please continue and you call me Mistress. I think I like that name.

I reach around and wrap my fingers around you again, and this time my other hand is below your hardness, holding two gems carefully in my palm. My warm fingers gently move around the two of them, while I continue to stroke you. When I speed up my stroking your muscles tense, but you are careful not to move. Standing on my toes, the tip of my tongue touches the side of your neck, just below your ear, and makes small circles there. Your head moves back to give my tongue better access to that sensitive area. Again, I step away from you telling you that you moved again, and that I think we will just stop the game and get dressed.

As I pull the shower curtain aside you turn off the water and follow me, grabbing the only towel available before I could get it.. You quickly dry yourself and begin to wipe the droplets of water from my skin. When you finish your task, you kneel in front of me. You place your hands on butt cheeks and press me to your face. Then your tongue parts the hair to my wet treasure and seeks the little button that hides there. When you find it you flick it and then suck it, which causes a burning heat deep inside me, and my juices to flow freely. You remove one hand from my behind and as you suck, you bury two fingers deep inside me and begin to move them in and out. Between the licking and the thrusting of your fingers the heat builds until I'm ready to cum. My head is thrown back and I thrust myself forward.

Suddenly you stand up and turn to walk away. I reach out and take your hand. As you turn to look at me you smile, and tell me I look a little flushed and ask if I‘m ok. I just stare at you and you tell me that you thought we are still playing the game and since I moved, the game is over You take a step and then turn around, telling me that if I were to ask you nicely, you would continue the game. Still feeling the heat and wetness you caused in me, so I ask you to continue with the game. You look at me a moment and tell me maybe it would be better if I begged. That makes me angry, but it also makes me hotter and I need the game to go on. Maybe I want you to be in control. It might even be fun. So I get on my knees and wrap my arms around your legs, my head pressing against you and beg you to please, please finish loving me.

Smiling, you pull me to my feet and tell me that you would be happy to oblige, and scooping me up in your arms you carry me to your bedroom and place me on your bed. You kneel at the end of the bed and remind me that your are in charge and I must do exactly as you tell me. I'm throbbing and wet so I promise to do whatever you ask. You smile and tell me to spread my legs and bend my knees. Then you tell me that you want me to play with my button while you watch. I'm so hot by this point that I don't really care who is touching me and I begin to finger myself. It doesn't take long for me to climax, and as I do I hear myself moan and feel myself thrusting into my own hand. My release is exquisite ,and when I look back at your face your tongue slides slowly across your lips.

You tell me to do it again and my fingers continue to rub my clit again, two of your fingers enter my wetness and thrust into me. You use your other hand to stroke yourself. The feeling of my fingers pleasuring myself and your fingers inside me cause another orgasm, even more intense than the last and this time I scream.

When I look at you again, you are crawling on top of me and telling me what a good girl I am, and that you have a reward for me. I want the reward right now and I lift my hips to meet you as you enter me deeply. It feels so good that I reach that peak again very quickly and you whisper to me how much you enjoy being with me. I thrust my hips against you, not even hearing what you said, just wanting to climax again. You begin to thrust, burying yourself inside me, and I rise up to meet you. My muscles tighten around you and the feeling has you thrusting in earnest. I climax with a scream and you are right there with me, shuddering and emptying your liquid heat deep inside me.

You collapse on top of me and we both glisten sweat and try to catch our breath. When our breathing quiets you roll off of me and lie staring at the ceiling. Suddenly I hear you chuckle and ask you what is so funny. You tell me we both need another anther shower, and I share in your laughter.