Well, since I'm horny and can't get this out of my head whil..

Well, since I'm horny and can't get this out of my head while I try to study, I thought I might share the fantasy currently occupying my mind. The idea of my submissive coming over, wearing a full suit after work. Slipping his shoes off at the door, and kneeling upon entrance as he has been trained to do when we play. The poor thing has had such a long day, he needs me to take care of him. "Come", I say beckoning him to come closer. "Sit", and he sits at my feet. He looks up at me, taking in the view of my black lacy lingerie and robe, my soft skin exposed for him to see, but not touch until given permission. "I missed you, Goddess. I need you. Please, let me serve you". He looks up at me with puppy eyes, deliciously contrasting the carefully crafted strong and tough appearance suggested by the suit he wears to work. If only his colleagues knew what that suit was hiding. More than just his body, his perfect submission to his Goddess. "You want to serve me ? Let's start with a foot rub, then we can go from there, does that sound good ?" I wink at him. "Yes, Goddess", he agrees willingly and obediently. He's so cute when he obeys. He doesn't want to think for himself, he just wants to be told what to do and do it. He loves the praise he get's when he behaves too, and I love giving it to him. "Hands out, palms up", I say, pouring the oil into his hands. He begins massaging the oil into my feet, enjoying every second of it. He likes my feet, and I like foot rubs, so it works out well for both of us. We talk as he rubs my feet, enjoying the intimacy and atmosphere. The candles I lit before he arrived filling the air with the smell of Christmas trees, the twinkle of the Christmas lights, and our favourite drinks on the side table next to the sofa. With my permission, he slowly moves further up my legs, first massaging my calves, and then my thighs. "Pause. I want you to sit in between my legs while you massage them, darling". "Yes, Goddess". He sits between my legs, running his hands up my thighs almost to my hips, and back down. He's so close, and I can tell it's driving him wild. His suit trousers are straining from his arousal, and I can feel myself getting wet from the tension mixed with his touch. However, despite my desires, I decide to make him suffer just a little longer. "Please, Goddess", he all but whispers under his breath. "Please what, darling ?" I ask. "Please..." He trails off. He's so desperate he's almost ashamed of it. He needn't be. "You're going to have to use your words, angel" I tell him in a soft voice, laced with just a touch of enjoyment at his bashful demeanour juxtaposed by the tent in his pants. "Please let me see you Goddess". He says, looking up through his eyelashes at me. "Good boy, see that wasn't so hard now, was it". I tease. "Yes, you may. But no touching, not until I say so. Is that understood ?" I ask, remembering how last time I moved my panties to the side he wasn't so well behaved and I had to remind him of who was in charge. "Yes, Goddess". I move my lace panties to the side and watch as he practically drools at the sight. But, he stays in his place. He's learned. I start to play with myself right in front of him as he looks longingly at my pussy, then up at my face, and back down to my pussy. I play with my clit, softly moaning from my own touch. I move my hand downwards and get some of my wetness on my fingers, the lights making it glisten. "Would you like to taste me, sweetheart ?" I ask him in a low voice. He nods enthusiastically looking up at me. Cute. "Open up, tongue out", I place my fingers on his tongue and he takes them into his mouth, closing his eyes. "Good boy" I praise him for his obedience. I take my fingers out of his mouth. "How do I taste ?" I ask, looking into his eyes, my other hand tilting his chin to look up to me. "Incredible, Goddess". I lean in to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips before I pull away and guide his head towards my increasingly wet pussy. Perhaps to be continued another time... 😘