CAMELOT FANTASIES

Worth the Wait
 
 
Today  I  am  not  disappointed,  when I walk through the door you are
there,  on  your  knees  for me, naked except for your collar and leash,
which you hand to me as I drop my briefcase.
 
 "Hello pet," by speaking to you first I give you permission to respond,
and you smile up at me, big brown eyes sparkling.
 
  "Welcome  Mistress,  I've missed you." you reply, voice slightly husky
already with pent up desire, making me aware of what you need, reminding
me it's been days since you've been allowed to cum.
 
 "And I missed you as well Paul." I hold my stockinged leg out to you, a
hand  on  your  shoulder for balance as you take off my high heeled pump
slowly,  bending your head to kiss the top of my foot as you do. I offer
you  the  other  and you slide it off, hand wandering up over my calf. I
touch your cheek and smile at you in reassurance when you look up at me,
turning your head slightly to kiss my palm.
 
 
  "Shall  I  start  your bath Mistress?" you ask as I sigh, toes sinking
into  the plush carpet. I nod, moving to the couch to sit down, watching
as  you  stand  and  go to start my bath.... realizing how lucky I am to
inspire your devotion.
 
 I close my eyes, thinking of the night ahead, deciding what I want from
you. Long moments later I hear you clear your throat and look up at you.
"Yes slave?" " Your bath is ready Mistress."
 
  "Good,"  I  stand  up, taking your leash in my hand again, pulling you
closer  with it, thrilling to the way you lower your eyes in submission.
"Have  you  been  a  good  slave  today  sweetheart?"  I ask, running my
fingernails over your chest, delighting in your slight shiver.
 
 "Yes Mistress."
 
  "Excellent,  then you may help me undress and bathe tonight. Would you
like  that  slave?"  my hand wanders lower, and I wrap my fingers around
your  hard ****, smiling. "Nevermind answering, this tells me all I need
to know."
 
  You  nod, moaning slightly as I stroke you for a moment before leading
you into the bathroom like that, using your **** instead of the leash.
 
 
  I  give  you  no  instruction  once  there, but you begin to remove my
clothes  slowly,  the  way  I've taught you before, being careful not to
touch  without  permission. First my blouse and skirt, then panties, you
slide  them down slowly, kneeling at my feet as I step out of them. Next
you  unhook  my  stockings  from the black lace garter belt, I watch you
carefully,  knowing  this  is  your  favorite part, just the time you're
likely to get adventurous without permission. I hear you groan softly as
you  roll the first stocking down slowly, fingers trailing over my skin.
I  shiver with pleasure despite my resolve not to, and you look up at me
with a soft smile, rolling the other stocking down and off, so tenderly,
your eyes holding mine. Standing in front of me again, you unhook my bra
and  let it fall to the floor, I'm naked now, nipples hard with arousal.
For  a moment I'm tempted to let you suck them, but decide it's too soon
for such pleasures, besides, I see you want it too badly, notice the way
you stare at them hungrily.
 
  Without warning I deliver a sharp slap to your face, "Stop staring and
help me into the tub **** slave." "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry."
 
 "You should be, acting like a **** in heat will get you nowhere."
 
 "Yes Mistress."
 
  You  help  me  into the tub, I sink into the hot water with a grateful
sigh.  "Bring  me  a  cup of coffee while I soak a bit." you turn to go,
eager to please, too eager. "Oh, and Paul?"
 
 "Yes Mistress?" pausing in the doorway, waiting for more instructions.
 
 "Do not touch my **** while you are gone, understand?"
 
 "Yes Mistress, I won't touch your ****."
 
  "You  may  go  now.." I watch you leave, ass bare for me as I require,
ready  for  the  stroke  of my hand, or my whip, whichever I may choose.
Laying  back  in the bath, a smile spreads over my face as I contemplate
what  it will be tonight, realizing it has been quite a while since I've
seriously  stretched  your  limits.  A  hot thrill races through me as I
think about torturing you, making you beg for release, teasing you until
you simply can't take anymore.
 
  I  hear  you  enter the room again and open my eyes, looking up at you
standing  there in nothing but your collar, the short leash hanging down
over  your chest. My eyes wander lower, down to the **** we both know is
now  my  property, and it responds slightly as if it can feel the caress
of it's Mistress's eyes. I smile at this, raising my eyes back to yours,
delighting  in  your  slight  blush  and  the  way  you  stand there, so
vulnerable  to  me.  My  heart  swells  with the knowledge that you have
placed  your  trust in me and submitted everything that you are to me...
your Mistress, the role it seems I was born to.
 
 You hand me my coffee, and I sip from it slowly, sitting it down on the
edge  of  the  tub. "I need a washcloth pet." I say softly, and you nod,
going  to  the linen cabinet for one. Standing up in the tub, I wait for
you  to  return,  eyes  widening when you do at the sight of me standing
there, water running down my body.
 
 "I want you to wash me slave, everywhere, and thoroughly, understand?"
 
 
  You smile, nodding as you kneel beside the tub, wetting the washcloth,
working up a lather with my favorite vanilla soap. Sliding the washcloth
over  my  skin slowly, you wash first one leg and then the other, taking
your  time  so  that  it's  more  like  a caress than a bath. You stand,
running  the  cloth over my stomach, and higher still over my breasts, I
make  a  little  growling  sound in my throat as it slides over my erect
nipples.  My  arms  and back are next, then you kneel again, rinsing the
cloth out, using the soap in it again.
 
  Propping  one  foot  on  the  edge  of the tub, I watch as you run the
washcloth  slowly  up  the  inside of my thigh, half standing as you do,
eyes  meeting  mine  as  you  slide it between my legs, washing my ****
gently, back and forth, making sure every nook and cranny is clean.
 
 "Drop the washcloth and just do it with your hand pet."
 
 Your eyes widen as they hold mine and you obey, dropping the washcloth,
your  soapy  fingers  sliding  over  me,  between  the  folds  of flesh,
seperating, making me shiver in response.
 
 "Yess..." I sigh, hands tangling in your hair, pulling your head toward
me.  "Now  lick  my  nipple."  watching as again you obey, circling your
tongue  around  my  throbbing nipple slowly, fingers working my clit now
too, sliding over it with soft circular motions.
 
  I  hear you groan softly, look down to see your rock hard **** jutting
out,  the  head  swollen,  dripping precum. My hand moves to the back of
your head and I pull your hair, making you tip your head back to look up
at me.
 
  "How  many  days  since  I've  allowed  you to cum slave?" I ask, hips
rocking gently, bringing my belly against your chest.
 
  "Three  Mistress."  you  answer  huskily, pressing closer to me, cheek
against my breast as your eyes hold mine.
 
 "And you haven't disobeyed me by masturbating while you were alone?"
 
  "No  Mistress, I swear it." your voice is so full of agony that I know
it's true and I smile at you, caressing your cheek.
 
  "You need to cum quite badly don't you slave?" I ask, moving to rub my
smooth leg against your hard **** teasingly.
 
  "Oh  God yes Mistress, if it would please you." I love the answer, and
the way you shudder against me, eyes half closed and full of lust.
 
  "I  intend  to  make sure it does pet." I whisper back. "Now rinse the
soap off of me with the shower massage."
 
 "Yes Mistress."
 
  Your  hands shake as you rinse me off thoroughly, forehead beaded with
sweat  from  the  aching  throb  you  feel  in  your **** and balls, the
desperate need to cum.
 
  "That's  enough  slave,  now  get  me a towel." I step out of the tub,
taking the towel you bring me, holding your eyes as I dry my breasts and
stomach  slowly, seductively, catching my bottom lip between my teeth as
I slide the towel between my legs.
 
  "You  may  touch yourself if you wish my slave." the invitation spoken
huskily, teasingly as I watch you squirm in indecision. "Well?"
 
  "I  think  I'd  better  not, it's been too long Mistress..." you sound
tortured,  in pain with need, desire, I hear it in your voice, see it in
your eyes.
 
 Deciding I'm dry enough, I drop the towel, walking toward you, grabbing
your leash. "Come slave." leading you into the bedroom, over to the king
size bed.
 
 I climb onto it, laying on my back, legs spread wide, a pillow under my
head  as I look up at you, one hand on my breast, the other sliding down
over  my  stomach  and lower still as you watch, eyes wide, **** visibly
throbbing, the head nearly purple now and steadily dripping precum.
 
  "Tell  me  what  you  need  slave, and I just might give it to you." I
demand,  spreading  myself  with my fingers, showing you what I know you
hunger for. "Be specific."
 
  I watch as you swallow hard, eyes devouring me, glued to the wet flesh
between my legs. "I need you Mistress, to make me cum." you nearly groan
the words, shuddering hard, already so close to cumming.
 
 "How....by sucking your ****, or masturbating you, or would you like to
put  your  hard  **** in my hot, wet **** slave?" torturing you further
with  my  words,  enjoying  the way you tremble and shake as I circle my
clit with a finger.
 
 "Oh God, anything Mistress, please!"
 
  "I  want  you  to  ****  me,  come  here slave." watching as you obey,
crawling  onto  the  bed  between  my legs, your face flushed, breathing
hard. "Do it slow, slide your **** into me." pulling my knees up higher,
giving  you  a sexy snarl as you rub the head of your **** over my slick
****.
 
 
 
 "Oh Mistress, I'm afraid I'll cum the second I feel you around me." you
whisper  desperately,  pushing  against my tight entrance, barely easing
into me, groaning out loud, the veins in your neck standing out.
 
  "You'd  better  not,"  I  warn,  raking your ass with my finger nails,
pulling  you  closer,  deeper, loving the way you stroke me, stretch me,
fill  me  up.  Sweat  rolls  down  your  temples  as I squirm under you,
swallowing  more  of  your  **** inside me, wanting it all, the agony of
your  expression  driving  me  into  a sexual frenzy. "Give me all of my
****, **** me with it slave!!"
 
  The  sound that comes from you can only be described as a fierce growl
as  you urge my hips higher, pulling back and then ramming yourself into
me  hard,  burying your **** up to the balls in my wet heat, then nearly
pulling out and doing it again.
 
  "Is  that  what  you  want  Mistress?"  you ask roughly, hips grinding
against mine as I clutch at you, nails digging into your back now.
 
 
  "Yes,  yes..." I answer, writhing beneath you, hair spread out in wild
disarray  around my head, eyes half closed as you pound in and out of me
like a wild animal. "Yes, ooo ahh I'm cumming love," moaning as my inner
muscles clamp down on you and you feel my hot juices flow.
 
  "Oh God, may I cum also Mistress?" you ask desperately, eyes searching
mine, begging for a quick answer.
 
  "Yes  my  slave,  I want your cum... deep inside me." I whisper, hands
moving up over your chest and shoulders to tangle in your hair.
 
  Your  whole  body  shudders  as  I feel your hot seed spill inside me,
watching  your eyes roll back in your head slightly as you convulse from
the force of it.
 
  After  a  long  moment you collapse on top of me, breathing hard, arms
going  around  me, we roll onto our sides, bodies still locked together,
looking deeply into each other's eyes, our hearts beating in rhythm.
 
  I  brush  the  damp hair away from your face tenderly, smiling at you,
feeling more love in my heart than I ever thought possible.
 
  "I love you Mistress, thank you." your eyes sparkling, still shivering
slightly as I stroke your hair.
 
 "I love you too my sweet slave." I whisper back...