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| MISTRESS OF THE EVENING by TVH She is my Goddess, he thought as he knelt
before her, head bowed, arms at his sides. It was
as if he could not move, and yet he felt more aroused each moment.
He
craved to worship her, to massage her delicate feet if she would only
let him – anything that would please her, such a deep, intense need to
please her. He craved to obey her every wish, her
every command. He couldn’t concentrate on anything
else, but everything felt so right.
He’d come home, giving her a loving hug, and
they shared the moments of their day over dinner. He’d
told her that he’d done the errands she’d asked him to handle when he’d
left for work that morning, and she had leaned over, gently kissed his
cheek and smiled sweetly, whispering “you’re such a good boy”.
Instantly a warm rush had passed over him, he felt a
sudden compulsion to worship her, and his mind seemed to go blank.
He began to realize that he was kneeling before
her almost naked. He felt the silkiness of the
stockings on his legs, the bend in his toes from the stilettos, the tug
of the garters. “You’re such a good boy”, she
purred, her eyes twinkling, “such a good, submissive, boy, dressing up
for me like that”. She
loved his strength, but she adored how he could reach deep within
himself and surrender his delightful inner submissive self to her
control. She’d made the lingerie and the heels
symbols
of his submission, symbols he was ready and willing to offer to her
because it pleased her, and pleasing her gave him pleasure, and his
pleasure pleased her even more. He could only think
of pleasing her. She was his mistress, to be
served, to be obeyed, to be pleased. His
thoughts sent him down a deepening spiral, more and more and more
pleasurable with each thought of pleasing her, of obeying, of
surrendering to the power of her beauty, to her femininity, to his
Goddess.
She could see how aroused he was, and she
flushed slightly as she felt her own arousal growing at the sight.
She
smiled coyly, sitting back in her comfortable chair, gently caressing
herself as she thought about the wonderful evening ahead.
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