Erotica- Paris

I’m sitting on the balcony of a beautiful apartment, nibbling on some lunch, drinking some hot chocolate, and gazing out at the view of the Eiffel Tower just in front of me.  It’s divine.  I’m on a little weekend break in Paris with a couple of my favourite subs and I’m already having the most delicious time.  I take a deep breath, reflecting upon the stunning perfection that is my life, when two things happen.  One is that I feel a tiny little person pushing their way out from between my lips in an adorable little attempt to escape from my mouth, and the other is that I suddenly feel a pair of (normal sized) soft lips pressing into the back of my neck.  I chuckle to myself, caught between the two sensations, and begin to tip my head forward both to give better access to that gorgeous sub nuzzling into me and also to allow that tiny little man to fall down into the palm of my hand as I slowly part my lips.  It’s so funny to see him tumbling in such terror and landing onto my soft flesh, trying desperately to gauge the situation and how he might possibly escape it.  The poor little thing!  He’s so afraid, so desperate to get away.  Do you think that I’ll let him?

I close my fingers around his tiny little body, trapping him inside my fist, and turn my focus to that man on his knees behind me, still kissing my neck oh so softly.  Have I told you how much I simply adore having my neck kissed and caressed like that?  Oh it just makes me melt! 

I hear a moan escaping my mouth as I close my eyes, feeling him make his way over my shoulders, pulling the bedsheet wrapped around me to the side as he plants a path of kisses down my back.  It feels so good, so luxurious, so sweet!  My mind goes utterly blank as I bask in the heavenly moment, knowing that it’ll lead to only good things.  I giggle as his lips pass my ribs, tickling me ever so slightly with his gentleness before he continues his journey down my waist and over my hips.  I let my hands fall down to my sides, holding enough focus to keep one of my hands closed for some forgotten reason, as I feel him softly biting into and licking at my thigh.  He keeps moving down, down my leg to my bare feet where he sweeps them both up into his hands, wasting no time before kneading and pressing his fingers down onto them as he begins kissing and licking every inch of them both in worship. 

It’s then that I remember exactly why that little voice in the back of my mind is so intent on holding my fist closed and with a growing smile on my face, the growing deliciousness of sensations running all over my feet, and the knowledge of my other sub so obediently kneeling in the far corner of the room, I slowly began to lift my hand.  By now I’ve commanded my darling foot slave to make his way back up, this time kissing and caressing the inside of my leg in a way that brings shivers throughout my entire body.  When he finally reaches my thighs, his strong hands wrapping around them as he presses his lips and his tongue against my soft flesh, I open my legs wide and let the bedsheet fall.

I watch as his eyes widen in pleasure at such a delightful invitation, the both of us knowing full well how much satisfaction I will demand from him and that he won’t stop until I tell him to.  He looks up at me for a moment, thanking me with that gleam in his eyes as he settles more into kneeling on the floor between my legs like such a good boy, and then casts his eyes back to the treasure as he begins to lean in.  It’s then that I reach out my free hand and wrap it around his jaw, tightening my grip possessively and forcing him to take pause before he can reach nirvana.  He gasps in desire and desperation, his eyes flicking toward me pleadingly.  And I laugh.  He’s just so cute!  I tell him not to worry, that he’ll enjoy tasting me soon enough, I just want him to open his mouth and stick out his tongue for a quick moment.  He does, slowly, and so I raise that hand of mine still holding onto that tiny little escapee and open it, tipping him onto the outstretched tongue of this divine foot slave of mine.  I quickly instruct him not to swallow, but instead to continue his task.  He smiles in relief, bringing his tongue back into his mouth but making sure not to lose that tiny little bug sitting so nicely inside. 

He finally moves his head down to my ginger bush and continues using his hands and fingers to caress me, rubbing higher and higher up my thighs until my pussy juices are dripping down onto him.  He sticks out his tongue, still with that tiny little man on top of it, and begins running it up and down my beautiful pussy.  I let my head roll back and my legs spread further apart as the bedsheet falls entirely down to the floor, that gorgeous man with his face buried deep into me, his tongue working away, his fingers pushing that tiny little beastie into the entrance of my cave and then using his tongue to push him inside of me even further.  Oh it’s just divine!  So delicious, so perfect, so good.

I don’t want this moment to ever end!  I can feel my orgasm building and building, the intensity and deliciousness of the moment threatening to overwhelm me but it never does.  It just builds greater and greater until…

I take a deep breath, my heart racing and my body covered with a layer of sweat.  We were supposed to be going out to explore, but I think that can wait just a little while.

I look down at that man still between my legs, idly playing with my now swollen pussy lips, and grab at his hair.  He looks up at me, his eyes asking if he’s done a good job for me.  I smile back at him and push out my chair.  I leave the bedsheet where it is as I get up and begin walking over to the bed, gesturing for him to follow. 

He does, obviously.

And there, I lie.  I let my head rest on the mountain of pillows behind me as I command my devoted foot slave to kneel at the bottom of the bed and await my command.  When I click my fingers, he’s going to once again begin worshipping my feet.  He’s going to kiss and lick every inch of them in utter worship, pressing his hands hard into my flesh to make me feel so good before beginning to make his way up my legs.  I tell him that I want him to worship and caress my legs like it’s the first time, like he can’t believe his luck that he’s allowed in the same room as me let alone allowed to touch me and give me such pleasure.  I want him to give me every ounce of devotion that he can reach within himself.  And then when he’s reached the very top of my legs, I want him to slide his dick deep inside of me.  I want him to fuck me with everything that he has to give.  I want my mind to float away with heavenly orgasm after heavenly orgasm, his body so deliciously heavy on top of mine, my fingernails digging into his back as I pull him onto me harder and harder.

And I want my naughty little doggy slave in the far corner to witness every moment of it.

I finish giving my commands to foot slave so obediently kneeling on the floor at the bottom of the bed.  I know that he’s itching to begin but I also know that he won’t dare move a muscle until I tell him to.  So I lie there, basking in the beauty of the room, in the comfort of the bed and the pillows around me.  And the delicious view ahead of me.  This gorgeous, naked man on his knees awaiting my command to bring me to ecstasy again and again, and the other man on his knees all the way over there.

So far away! 

The poor thing.

I let my eyes fall on him, and see him flinch at the sudden attention.  He’s been watching this entire time.  You know how much I love to be watched. 

He’s head to toe in latex, my little doggy.  His black latex bodysuit is tightly bound with straps and he’s wearing a black latex doggy mask with the most adorable little snout and doggy ears!  It makes me so happy to see, it’s such a joyous image.  I smile at him, admiring how good he looks in his outfit and with his little collar and chain attaching him to the wall, and he lets out a tiny little whimper.  Not that he’s begging for anything, he knows me far too well to try anything like that.  I know that this is a whimper of love and appreciation to acknowledge and thank me for blessing him with my attention.  And I know that he’s excited for us to follow through on my plan, too.

Would you like to know why?  Doggy slave has many delicious little tasks, but he knows that today there is only one that I require from him.  He knows what a lucky, lucky boy he is, and he’s going to gratefully lap up every drop of mess that I decide to honour him with.

Oh I know that your dirty little mind is racing with all the different things that I might possibly mean… and I’ll probably experiment with most of them.  But there is just one that I want to see today.

For when my darling foot slave has finished satisfying me with that big, hard cock of his, he’s going to walk over to my doggy so obediently waiting in the corner of the room.  He’s going to take hold of his leash, and he’s going to walk my doggy back over to me.  And there, right in front of me so I have the absolute perfect view to enjoy, my doggy slave is going to lick and lap up every inch of my cum and pussy juices from foot slaves big cock.  Doggy slave is going to clean up every single bit of mess, and he’s going to do it well.  He’s going to do it so well for me because he desperately wants to do as he’s told and make me happy.  All of my slaves only want one thing, and it’s to make me happy.  But you already know that, don’t you?

So there I am.  Lying back on that mound of fluffy pillows on a huge, comfortable bed, in that beautiful apartment in Paris.  One slave so obediently kneeling on the floor at my feet, utterly naked and ready to grant me all the pleasure that I desire.  And another waiting patiently in his dark little corner for my command to lick my pleasure from one of my human dildos.

I wait.

I look at them.

I smile.

And I click my fingers.